The next day.
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"
Like a movie playing on repeat, for six consecutive days, Guan Ping led his army in attacking the city. Yiling City was clearly on the verge of collapse. Nearly forty percent of its eight thousand soldiers had been lost, while the losses among the conscripted servants and able-bodied men were equally horrific. Of the thirteen thousand troops, fewer than eight thousand remained.
Of course, the Blade Hands had also suffered considerable casualties over those six days, totaling nearly a thousand men.
At a glance, the attacking side should have suffered far more casualties than the defending side without an advantage. But... someone had cheats enabled.
After the wounded Han Army soldiers returned, they received treatment at the field hospital. From stopping the bleeding to stitching wounds, disinfection, and aftercare, they even had Wang Xuan's talisman water to accelerate healing and prevent infection. On top of that, the soldiers' physical constitutions were far superior to normal. With all these factors combined, even for some severe injuries, the chances of saving them once they reached the field hospital were as high as forty percent. For critical injuries, the treatment success rate was nearly one hundred percent.
The Cao Army, on the other hand... well, let's not talk about it. The more said, the more tears there would be. It wasn't that Cao Cao had never considered establishing a field hospital in the same way, but first, he couldn't obtain the complete technology, especially alcohol; second, he lacked sufficient personnel, such as nurses and surgeons; and third, the required investment was simply too great.
All right, when it came down to it, under the Cao Army's system, soldiers weren't that valuable. Such a massive investment was completely insane by the standards of this era, with