Chapter 573: Returning to the West to Hunting

Things went very smoothly. The Qi army, which had been starving and frozen for several days on the Eighteenth Plate, had long lost the capital for negotiation. No matter how much unwilling or unwilling to accept it, they could only accept the fate of unconditional surrender.

In the afternoon of that day, a group of Daqin soldiers holding swords and leading their bows appeared at the entrance of Wangmang Gorge.

The first Qi army's 100-man team, raised their arms above their heads, shrank, and slowly walked out of the Eighteen Pan. As soon as they arrived at the mountain pass, a team of soldiers came over and loudly ordered the surrendered soldiers to untie their belts and tied their hands together.

The Qi army was slightly resentful, which caused the Qin army to beat him up, so he had to do it helplessly.

It was not until the Qin army captain who led the team allowed the next hundred people to come up, and the efficiency was naturally not high. The winter sun was early again, and after just about two thousand, the sky was already dark.

Seeing that the progress was so slow, the liaison officer of Qi Guo couldn't help but anxiously said, "Sir, why don't you make some adjustments? What do you think of five hundred at a time?" More than two hundred brothers were frozen to death last night. If he hadn't gone down the mountain today, I wonder how many robes would be turned into unjust souls, how could he not be in a hurry?

"When is it?" the captain of Qin State was not anxious at all and asked with his eyes drooping.

"Sir, it's time to go, don't you think..." the contact officer whispered.

"It's time to have a meal, so that's all for today," but the captain said impatiently: "Let's continue tomorrow."

"Sir, we can't hold on." The liaison officer was so anxious that he was about to kneel down for him, begging him, "Please be content with me..."

"It will start soon tomorrow." Touching his beard, the captain said lightly, and turned around and left.

"Then you can give some food and bedding first..." The liaison officer wanted to keep up, but was blocked by two bright Park knives and could not make any progress...

"dream……"

In Wangmang Gorge, General Xin Jiazang was sitting behind a sheltered valley. On the bonfire in front of him, he was wearing a pig iron helmet. Some kind of delicious food was being cooked in the helmet, exuding the aroma of cowhide...

News from the front of the mountain came soon, and General Xin, with a haggard face, said in a deep voice: "Qin Yutian, you're too bullying!"

"Military Sect, fight with them!" There is no shortage of passionate young people in the army.

"Fight?" Xin Jiazang sneered: "If you dare to give this order, believe it or not, those soldiers will dare to twist you and give it to Qin Yutian for a bowl of rice."

At this time, the army had no ideals and no ambitions, and just captured the husband and served as the army and ate food. If the general wanted to drive such soldiers, he must intimidate them with severe punishments and laws, tempt them with money, grain and military merits, and encourage them with successive victory. Only in this way can the soldiers obey orders because of fear, work hard because of profit, and follow them because of life but not death. None of the three is missing.

Among them, the third one is the primary point - even ants live secretly, let alone the spiritual masters of all things? If someone dares to seek death without leaving the road of life, no one will follow him. Even if the road of life is extremely humiliating and suffering, it will still be no exception.

The voices of resistance were finally a minority. After discovering that there were few responders, they stopped making noise and silently accepted the tragic fate.

Forget it, it’s better to live than to die, let alone eating leather armor after eating belts...

The Qi army was looking forward to it, and the Qin army slowly accepted it, and it was delayed until the afternoon of the tenth day of the lunar month. The last group of surrendered soldiers walked out of the eighteen plates.

Compared with the previous surrender soldiers who were shaking with each other, the number one hundred people were obviously different - each of them was well-armed, and everyone could stand out.

As soon as these people appeared, the Qin army, who had been tired for a long time, immediately became energetic. The captain who was sitting on the chair also stood up, glanced at the surrendered soldiers, and slowly said, "Which one is Xin Junmen?"

The crowd was in a commotion, and it took a long time to hear a voice: "It's me!" Then an old general in green robe stood up left and right.

Looking up and down at the dirty and slutty old man, the lieutenant laughed and said, "Xin Junmen, right? The prince has an order. You are a marquis and general of a country and should be treated in accordance with your identity."

"Hmph," Xin Jiazang dusted the dust on his battle robe and sneered: "Thank you for your blue eyes, but I am ashamed of the defeated generals of the army. I should live with the soldiers."

"The last thing will convey the meaning of the military gate to the upper peak," the captain said with a smile: "But you must follow me before the new order is issued."

"You..." Xin Jiazang said angrily: "What if I don't leave?"

"You are also a Marquis and General after all, so it's not good to be tied into the city." The captain sneered: "And you officers, you guerrillas and above, follow me, and you don't have to go to the prisoner-of-war camp."

The generals looked at the military gate, and saw Xin Jiazang with a dark face and said, "I want to see Prince Cheng, you go and report it now!"

The captain nodded and said, "This is fine, but left and right are left and right, one code is one code, you have to follow me first." When he said this, his tone had begun to be bad, and he was obviously a little impatient.

Xin Jiazang knew that, and then he was humiliating himself. He glanced at the subordinates around him, closed his eyes and sighed, "This battle is unfavorable, all of which are the faults of Xin and have nothing to do with you." The generals knelt down and said with a look on their faces, "How dare we shirk our blame on the military officer?"

"I am old and my heart is ashamed. There is only these things I can do for you." Shaking my head slowly, Xin Jiazang opened his eyes and said, "You should listen well, just accept it, don't act rashly, and keep this useful body for my Daqi!" After that, he stalked and followed the lieutenant to leave first.

Behind him were the generals' trembling crying sounds, as if saying goodbye...

In Yangchanban Castle, Prince Cheng’s stay.

Qin Lei had basically healed, but his body's void needed to be slowly recuperated and could not cope with the heavy military affairs for a while, so he had to delegate his authority and let several generals take charge of various departments and ask His Highness for instructions when encountering problems.

But within two days, the Taiwei, who was lingering in sick, miraculously recovered overnight. When the Imperial Army Chief General appeared in the Central Army's tent, Qin Li had to tactfully hand over the power. However, Li Hun said that he was old and still asked Qin Li to be responsible for the daily affairs in the military camp. He was afraid that he would be too busy, so he sent him an deputy named Li Long...

Although the old Grand Marshal's behavior of "picking peaches" was not authentic, when Prince Cheng could not take matters, it was legitimate that Li Hun came forward to control the generals, and no one could say anything publicly.

But Qin Li was a stubborn man and still insisted on asking Qin Lei for instructions every morning and evening. He never slacked off for a long time, leaving the old lieutenant aside...

After reporting the daily military affairs, Qin Li cleared his throat and said, "The last batch of prisoners have arrived at the camp, and you still have to come up with a handling opinion."

"How many people?" Shi Gan found a large recliner from somewhere and laid a thick bedding. Qin Lei half-lying on it and spoke quietly to Qin Li.

"More than 41,000 people." Qin Li said in a deep voice: "There are four or five thousand people who are frozen in their hands and feet, and they are definitely disabled."

"This is ten thousand people..." Qin Lei's hands were placed on the quilt on his knee, and his index finger was still wrapped in white gauze. That was the result of Yun Shang's manicure for him yesterday. Looking at the white gauze on his fingers, Qin Lei sighed and said in a mixed mood: "Why are you numb?"

"Yes, since the war started, both sides have suffered more than 500,000 casualties." Qin Li sighed: "One general succeeded and ten thousand bones were dry, and all the fifty generals were successful."

"I'm sorry, the bones by the Wuding River are still people in the spring boudoir dream..." Qin Lei said lightly: "Five hundred thousand families have broken down, millions of people have suffered, and tens of millions of national treasury have been wasted eastward. This is the price of the success of the fifty generals."

"Oh..." Qin Li said with a serious expression: "Or the saint said that the rise and fall of the ages will only suffer." He said with a smile: "Fortunately, once this battle is over, it will be able to calm down for many years, and it will also give the people a chance to breathe."

"Then what?" Qin Lei said with a face of Xiao Suo: "What about ten or eight years later? The two sides have to rest and fight again? Let the fifty generals succeed?"

"I said brother, why are you depressed?" Qin Li said strangely: "Are you sick? Or..." He lowered his voice and said, "Is your brother and sister making a fuss?"

"None are not." Qin Lei wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and said with a solemn face: "You can't let this bad cycle repeat itself, you must end it in this generation!"

"Oh, it's good for brothers to have such ambition, but the national strength cannot be sustained." Qin Li frowned and said, "How can you prepare food and fodder for three or five years? How can you train the new recruits well?"

"Brother only sees us," Qin Lei narrowed his eyes and said, "but he forgot that his opponent is worse than us! We marched around Qi. Not only did they not waste their autumn grain this year, but they also had to take out grain and grass relief. Otherwise, people would be in a hurry and they would not even think about the spring plowing next year!"

As he was in a state of excitement, Qin Lei's hand waved slightly and his voice became louder: "If we give it time, at most three years, Qi State can smooth out the loss this time; but if we don't give them time, it will always fall into a situation where food and grass are insufficient and people are unstable!" As he said that, he clenched his fists and said, "When fighting at that time, how can we talk about morale?"

The eldest prince listened quietly, and waited for Qin Lei to come to an end, then slowly said: "According to your opinion, this battle will continue?"

"Fight! Why not?" Qin Lei coughed a few times, his face turned slightly red, and his eyes shone: "Now, the two passes in the north and south are all in our hands, just like two crab pliers, facing the belly of Qi. He can pinch it as much as he wants, and pinch it whenever he wants!"

Qin Li was also excited by what he said, and he slapped hard and said, "Yes! We have the support of the heroic pass. As long as we use elite cavalry to attack Qi frequently, we can keep it safe and our national strength cannot be restored! After our troops are sufficiently good and food, the army can attack from north to south, and it will be determined by one battle!"

"Not bad." Qin Lei nodded excitedly and said, "The key is that the attack should be fierce, it is best to parade once every summer and autumn."

"I like this!" Qin Li laughed loudly and said loudly: "I will lead the team myself, brother, don't snatch me."

"No, I'm not interested in burning, killing, looting," Qin Lei smiled and said, "But don't be too happy too early. To achieve this goal, there are still two conditions."

"I know one is that the State of Chu is not involved in this matter." Qin Li asked with a smile: "But what is the second one?"

"The second one, it depends on Zhao Wujiu..." Qin Lei leaned on the back of the chair and whispered: "Go and ask Xin Jiazang, see what that guy is doing. It is impossible for him to die of vomiting blood, right?" As he said that, he closed his eyes tiredly, obviously he had no energy.

"You're not seeing him?" Seeing that Qin Lei was tired, Qin Li stood up and said.

"No, just ask." Qin Lei shook his head slowly and said, "It's better not to see people in this way for the time being."

Qin Li realized that after saying this for a while, Qin Lei's face turned pale and his forehead was faintly sweating. "Okay, you will go back to Huguan tomorrow morning and cultivate there for a while."

Qin Lei nodded and didn't say anything.

The next morning, the black-clad guard drove a big cart to the gate of the courtyard.

Yun Shang was still wearing men's clothes, helping Qin Lei slowly walk out of the house. Seeing such a strange carriage, Qin Lei chuckled and said, "Is this a weed carriage modified?"

"Well," Shi Gan said embarrassedly: "There is nothing in this mountain valley. I can only build a wooden shed on our cart. The prince will make do with it. The road is not long anyway, so I will change it when I get to Huguan."

"I'm not a poor person." Qin Lei shook his head and smiled: "What's more, the change is really good, it's quite solid."

"There is also shock absorber on the axle." Shi Meng laughed and said, "The prince is sure to be satisfied with the craftsmanship of the special camp." As he said that, he opened the car door and a heat came to his face.

"Oh, I'm still very careful." With the help of the two, Qin Lei got into the car with a smile and scolded: "But as for putting four braziers, do you want to roast me into a dry place?"

"Aren't you thinking that the prince has just recovered from his serious illness and can't bear the cold?" Shi Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled embarrassedly: "Let's just withdraw two of them."

"Just leave one, waste!" Qin Lei coughed and said, "Also, it's really ugly to break the chickens and dogs outside the car!"

"Oh," Shi Meng scratched his head and smiled, "This is the one to take it." He said, "Since you want to be low-key, then our Jingshan Army will not be the rear guard, right?"

"Yes," Qin Lei smiled slightly and said, "Since the old lieutenant has recovered, we won't steal it from him. Let's take the lead." The Qin army has unwritten rules. When retreating, the deputy commander opens the way, and the head coach behind the hall wants to protect the entire army... Qin Lei is at the end of the journey to Shangjing City.

Because some large carts and other supplies were very important, the Jingshan Army Special Battalion was arranged at the forefront of the team. After the black-armored cavalry who were opening the road passed, it was their turn.

Shibapan is an ancient plank road opened on the cliffs of Wangmang Gorge. According to legend, it was first built in the Tang Dynasty, but later destroyed by the war between Qin and Qi, and was rebuilt. However, the appearance did not change much. It was still a nine-foot plank road on one side and a cliff. The only difference is that there are more stone stakes tied with iron chains on the side of the mountain road, which makes pedestrians feel much more at ease.

The soldiers covered the urethra with black cloth and carefully pulled the war horses on the mountain road. The north wind in the valley sobbed and whistled, causing the soldiers' cheeks to hurt. The war horses sniffed uneasy, kicking the small stones on the road into the abyss from time to time, making a sensational clamor, and the soldiers couldn't help but be more careful.

The speed of travel can be imagined...

Qin Lei's car was waiting in the valley until noon. Before he could say anything, Yun Shang couldn't wait any longer. He jumped out of the carriage and checked in front. After returning, he said crisply: "The way is too narrow, and the people walking in front are slower than snails."

Qin Lei nodded and said boredly: "It's really annoying. What are the advantages of Xiao Yunshang?"

With his eyes rolling, Yun Shang smiled and said, "Why would I carry you over?"

"Well..." Qin Lei really didn't want to wait any longer, so he thought for a while: "Let Shi Gan come, he will be wider and taller, so he will feel more comfortable."

Yun Shang giggled and said, "As for your order, my master." Then he went to call Shi Gan over.

The convoy on the Shiba Pan moved slowly, and the coachman and the soldiers complained and shouted loudly, and the scene was very noisy. Suddenly, the soldiers saw the prince's guard, carrying a human-shaped object wrapped in a quilt, climbing the Shiba Pan's mountain road.

A veteran joked: "Master Shi, who is your husband? Isn't it your wife?"

When Shi Gan heard about this fire, he was about to explode, but Qin Lei in the quilt twisted his back and had to give up.
To be continued...