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Chapter 460 Dividing the spoils

Faced with the tough-minded Yang Feng, Huang Taiji and the princes and ministers of the Qing Dynasty could only pinch their noses and agree to his conditions. Although at Huang Taiji's strong request, Yang Feng took back the condition that did not allow the Qing army to cross Guangning, Xipingbao and Anshan lines, in fact, everyone knew that this condition was just used by Yang Feng to humiliate Huang Taiji. Strength is paid attention to between countries. If the Ming army did not have the ability to defend this line, the Manchus would never be able to abide by this agreement. If the Ming army was strong and capable of defending it, it would not matter whether there was this treaty or not.

Three days later, hundreds of thousands of taels of gold and one million taels of silver countless cattle, sheep and horses were sent to the Ming army's camp. Seeing boxes of shining gold and silver and countless cattle, sheep and horses, the entire Ming army camp was in full bloom, and countless soldiers flocked out of the tent to watch the rare Western scenery. Whether it was officers or soldiers, everyone's faces were filled with pride and joy.

For many years, the Ming Dynasty always lost more than wins in the battle with the Manchus. Since the Battle of Sarhu, the seemingly powerful Ming army has been going downhill, constantly losing cities and territories. The sphere of influence has also retreated from Sarhu, Tieling, and Laozhai to Jinzhou. Even Shenyang was occupied by the Tartars, so that the Ming army changed their faces when they heard about Qing.

Although the Ming army's fear of Qing was relieved to a certain extent due to the emergence of the Jiangning Army in the past two years, it generally means that the army is still on the defensive. In order to enhance the confidence of the Ming army, Zhu Youxiao sent the most valued ace in his hands to Jinzhou. Now he can force the Qing army to form a city alliance and offer gold, silver, treasures, cattle, sheep, war horses and other property in exchange for the Ming army's retreat. This is the first time since the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty have had a feud, which naturally attracted the collective cheers of the soldiers under the command of the Jing camp and Zhao Shujiao.

The cheers of the officers were different from those of the soldiers. They knew very well that the Jiangning Army was famous for being generous. They would definitely not take such a large amount of money by themselves. Even for their hard work to come for reinforcements, they would not treat themselves unfairly. In fact, this is true.

Just as the officers and soldiers were cheering, Yang Feng had already summoned important generals under the Jiangning Army, as well as Lu Xiangsheng, Hu Dawei, Yang Guozhu, Zhao Shujiao and other generals to his tent for a meeting.

Yang Feng was in a good mood. He looked at everyone with a smile, "Okay... You guys have seen it just now. The Tartars have bowed their heads. They have sent all the gold, silver, cattle, sheep and horses as we ask. Now we should discuss how to distribute these things."

Hearing this, everyone who was already in a happy mood showed a smile on their faces. Why did those who were in the army and eat food travel thousands of miles to Liaodong to fight? Isn’t it just to be able to win a wife, son and get rich? Now that their efforts have finally been rewarded, there is no reason for being unhappy in their hearts.

Zhao Ruijiao took the lead and said, "Marquis, the main reason for winning this battle is to rely on the Marquis' command. The brothers of Jiangning Army and the Jing camp have their lives. The last general dare not take credit. As for the distribution of things, it is up to the Marquis' orders."

After hearing this, Yang Feng laughed and pointed at Zhao Shujiao and said, "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, I thought you were an honest person before, but I didn't expect you to be so good at speaking. If you say this, I will not share your share, it would be wrong for me."

After hearing what Yang Feng said, Zhao Rujiao was startled and his head was shaking like a rattle, "The Marquis was joking, how dare the minister be so bold."

"Hahaha..." Everyone in the tent burst into laughter.

After laughing, Yang Feng said, "Okay, don't laugh anymore. Since I call you, I will definitely give you one. Now you all listen."

When everyone heard this, they all stared at Yang Feng with wide eyes, for fear that they would miss a word.

Yang Feng pondered for a moment and said, "First, I will talk about the distribution plan for the gold and silver. This time the Tartars sent a total of 100,000 taels of gold and 1 million taels of silver. I will hand over 40% of it to the emperor and enter His Majesty's inner treasury. The remaining six costs include 30%, the Beijing camp account for 20%, and General Zhao account for 10%. What do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other, thought about it carefully and all nodded in agreement.

Yang Feng's plan is still very reasonable. First of all, the emperor takes the big head, which is politically correct, and no one can find fault. Secondly, as the organizer and participant, Yang Feng's greatest contribution is him, so it is natural that he is very correct to get 30%. The remaining 30% are divided by the cavalry under the command of Zhao Shujiao.

At first glance, Zhao Shujiao could only divide 10% of the shares, which seemed to be at a disadvantage, but the number of soldiers under his command was the smallest. Moreover, he and his cavalry were just a formality in this battle. What really worked was the Jiangning Army, their artillery and poison gas bombs, so he was already satisfied that he could divide 10%.

Besides, even if it is only 10% there are 10,000 taels of gold and 100,000 taels of silver. In addition to giving it to the officers and soldiers under his command, he can get at least 30% of it himself, which is already a considerable fortune.

Seeing Zhao Rujiao's mouth that couldn't close, and then looking at Lu Xiangsheng and the other three people with a smile on his face, Yang Feng continued: "As for those cattle, sheep and war horses..."

Speaking of this, Yang Feng pondered for a moment and said, "The Marquis of War Horses are worth 20,000, and you can share the remaining 10,000. As for cattle and sheep, this Marquis only needs 20,000 cattle and sheep each. What do you think?"

The generals looked at each other and nodded together. They knew that the reason why Yang Feng only had such a small amount of cattle and sheep was to compensate him for the war horses he wanted. Logically speaking, as the person who contributed the most, Yang Feng should have the big head, and no one could say anything. Now that he could make such compensation, it also shows that the other party was indeed a kind person.

After the terms were agreed, everyone was very happy. After discussing it, everyone dispersed.

After seeing these generals away, Yang Feng got up and came to his tent. The two servants who were in charge of guarding him saw Yang Feng and saluted him together. Yang Feng nodded and asked, "Are they okay?"

The servant on the left nodded and said, "If you come back to the Marquis, they are still quiet, but they just look in a bad mood."

"Um……"

Yang Feng nodded without comment and walked into the tent. When he walked into the tent, he saw two slightly thin figures sitting side by side on the simple camp bed, looking at him with horror.

The three of them looked at each other for a while, and after looking at each other for a while, Yang Feng suddenly smiled, "You must be Chenghuan and Makata, right? My name is Yang Feng, and I came to take you to reunite with her at your mother's request!"
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