The entire tribe surrendered, just to collect the corpse for Wu Liba
Hearing Li Yun's words, the expressions of the people in the tent were different, some were indifferent, some were unbearable, and some were very emotional.
Although Wulipa was their enemy, there were still people who thought of him so much after his death, and Wulipa's life was not in vain.
Jiang Pengji looked at Li Yun and asked lightly, "That's what they asked for?"
Li Yun clasped his fists and replied, "There is really only one condition."
At first, Li Yun also thought that this small tribe wanted to hit the stone with eggs, but they dragged their families, men and women, young and old, and even babies sleeping in swaddles, so Li Yun sent people to negotiate and ask about their intentions. Hearing their request, he also froze in place.
It is not uncommon for an entire tribe to surrender, what is surprising is the reason for their surrender.
At that moment, Li Yun felt a little envious of Wu Liba—
If he went to another place, if he fell to the end of Wulipa, would anyone give everything just to get his corpse back.
"My lord, can we deal with this matter?"
Seeing that Jiang Pengji didn't respond for a long time, Li Yun couldn't help but ask a question.
Jiang Pengji said solemnly, "Come on, let someone go and bury Wu Liba's corpse and prepare a better coffin for them."
For her, Wulipa was just a stumbling block that she kicked away.
For the herdsmen in northern Xinjiang, Wulipa is probably a hero or even a belief, and he is willing to give everything for it.
It can also be seen from the side that Wu Liba deserves respect. Since someone is willing to save his corpse, what should she do
Speaking of this, Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of the Ninth Prince.
"They didn't say what to do with the corpse of the Nine Princes?"
Li Yun recalled carefully and said firmly, "They didn't mention the Ninth Prince."
"Forget it, buy one get one free, and the Ninth Prince's corpse can also be considered as a gift for them. As for what they do with it, that's their business." Jiang Pengji showed a mocking smile on his face. It's a real failure to live.
"Yes, the last commander will do it now." Li Yun clasped his fists and stepped back, making a crisp sound as the armor rubbed as he walked.
Li Yun left, and the audience also woke up from this episode.
[The sky is full of little white clouds]: Lao Wu did not lose this wave of death - there are tribes willing to surrender for him
[Bao Bao Seaweed Soup]: Although Lao Wu died tragically, there are still people who remember him after his death, which shows that he is not a failure in this life.
[Fried Dried Small Fish]: ... Tsk, you are really sentimental, don't think about it so well. Maybe this tribe is just on the way of the anchor's march? If you think about it with your toes, you can also know the reputation of the anchor in Northern Xinjiang. Northern Xinjiang will definitely say that the anchor is a murderous butcher who terrorizes the people in the territory. But it is also possible for ordinary people to surrender voluntarily in order to survive and save the young and old...
[The mouse is broken again]: Oh, is this baby the only one who has pity on the ninth prince? A dignified prince from the northern Xinjiang, who is not as good as a courtier.
The audience in the live broadcast room was full of sighs. Some people felt that Wu Liba died well, some people pitied the ninth prince and died quietly, some people reminded Jiang Pengji to be careful about the fraudulent surrender of northern Xinjiang, and some people continued to be melon eaters, just watching the liveliness without mixing, the live broadcast room was very lively .
There are too many barrages in the live broadcast room, and Jiang Pengji can only block the barrages frequently.
Li Yun instructed his subordinates to restrain Wu Liba's body, wipe the blood, change into clean clothes, and put it in a dark coffin.
As for the corpse of the Nine Princes, which had already begun to rot, Li Yun also had them cleaned up and sent to the past.
When the herdsmen of the small tribe saw the coffins, they hugged their heads and cried one by one.
Enough of crying, the tribal leader took the initiative to come forward and surrender, and the herdsmen behind him followed the etiquette of surrendering to the northern Xinjiang.
"Master, can you think of how to settle these people?"
This tribe is not big, the total number of men, women and children is in the early 10,000s, but there are also 5,000 young adults.
If they are allowed to stay in the camp, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not temporarily rebel against the water. At that time, it will be a scourge to cooperate with the northern border.
Instead of leaving them on the battlefield and becoming a hidden danger, it is better to send them back to Chongzhou and other places in batches.
Jiang Pengji also took this into consideration, she said, "Let's leave this matter to Wen Zheng. These people were surrendered voluntarily, so they shouldn't be treated as ordinary prisoners. Let's send someone to register them, and then take them as one household. As a unit, it will be sent to the land in batches."
"That's fine, lest there be any twists and turns." Qi Guanrang frowned, "It's better to let them return to Chongzhou with the food team."
In order to ensure the safety of the grain transportation route, the round-trip route is different.
Let these herdsmen go to Chongzhou with the return transportation team, which not only avoids the exposure of the grain transportation route, but also reduces the additional labor expenditure.
Before the tribe chose to surrender, they had already prepared for the worst, but in the end they were told that they would only be sent to the Central Plains.
Everyone looked at each other, their tense nerves finally relaxed, and even a woman in northern Xinjiang who was holding a child secretly cried with joy.
They carefully settled Wu Liba's body and managed to get a decent funeral.
Except for this little episode, Jiang Pengji's army was like a broken bamboo all the way, and it was all the way to the north along the water.
The area of northern Xinjiang is vast, and its overall area ratio is only 20-30% smaller than that of Dongqing. However, most of the land in northern Xinjiang is not suitable for people to live in. Therefore, the population of this area is not large, and the number of people is only one tenth of that of Dongqing. Less than 2 million people are considered rare.
During the battle between Jiang Pengji and Beijiang in Linshui, the total number of people who died in the war and drowned in floods has exceeded 150,000.
If you count the population captured by Jiang Pengji and the population who voluntarily surrendered, the overall loss of Northern Xinjiang is approaching the 200,000 mark.
This number is shockingly large, and it stabbed the northern border nobles in the eyeballs, making them feel distressed when they think about it.
In the face of the pressing enemy army, the northern tribes had very different thoughts, but they had to join forces.
Although they have joined forces, everyone is at odds with each other.
On the day of the flooding of the water, after Wu Liba led the army off, the eldest prince and the third prince fled with the main force. At the last count, they had less than 10,000 troops in their hands. Even if the remnants returned to the team one after another, the strength was only 15,000, and many of them were disabled.
They have no baggage or rations, and their troops don't even have much combat power. They can only be regarded as the last in the northern border.
When the major forces in Northern Xinjiang gathered, they didn't even have the right to speak, but instead became small supporting roles.
The third prince became the king with the support of Wulipa, but this king was not recognized by others.
In the face of the overwhelming force, their first thought was not how to defend the enemy, but instead crowded together to elect a king.
Seeing everyone in the tent arguing endlessly, the eldest prince's expression was gloomy and cold, while the third prince's expression seemed to be crying instead of crying.