Nine Hundred and Ninety Third: War in Northern Xinjiang (30)

The entire tribe surrendered and surrendered, just to collect the body 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 deeply moved.

Although Uliba was their enemy, but after his death there were still people thinking of him so well, Uliba's life was not in vain.

Jiang Pengji looked at Li Yun, and asked calmly, "That's the only request they have?"

Li Yun clasped his fists and replied, "There is indeed only one condition."

At first, Li Yun also thought that this small tribe wanted to strike a stone with an egg, but they dragged their families, men, women, children, and even babies sleeping in swaddling clothes, so Li Yun sent someone to negotiate and ask about their intentions. When he first heard their request, he also froze in place.

It is not uncommon for entire tribes to surrender, what is uncommon is why they surrender.

At that moment, Li Yun was somewhat envious of Wu Liba——

Changing places, if he falls to the end like Ulibat, will someone give everything just to get his body back. ?

"My lord, do you want to deal with this matter?"

Seeing that Jiang Pengji didn't respond for a long time, Li Yun couldn't help asking.

Jiang Pengji said in a low voice, "Go ahead, let someone go and collect Wu Liba's body, and prepare a better coffin for them to send."

To her, Ulibat was just a stumbling block that she kicked away.

For herdsmen in northern Xinjiang, Uliba 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 is worthy of respect. Since someone is willing to save his body, so what if she agrees?

Speaking of this, Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of the Ninth Prince.

"They didn't say how to deal with the corpse of the Ninth Prince?"

Li Yun recalled carefully, and said firmly, "They didn't mention the Ninth Prince."

"Forget it, buy one and get one free, and the Ninth Prince's corpse can also be counted as an extra head for them. As for what they do with it, that's their business." Jiang Pengji showed a mocking smile on her face. What a failure to live.

"yes,

In the end, this will be done. Li Yun clasped his fists and retreated, making a crisp sound as the armor rubbed against each other as he walked.

Li Yun left, and the audience woke up from this little episode.

[The sky is full of little white clouds]: Lao Wu's death is not bad for this wave - there is a tribe willing to surrender for him?

[Baobao Seaweed Soup]: Although Lao Wu died tragically, there are still people who remember him well after his death, which shows that he is not considered a failure in this life.

[Fried small dried fish]: ... Tsk, you guys are really emotional, don't think so well about this. Maybe this tribe happened to be on the anchor's march? If you think about it with your toes, you can also know how the anchor's reputation is in Beijiang. Beijiang will definitely say that the anchor is a murderous butcher, intimidating the people in the territory. But it is also possible for ordinary people to voluntarily surrender in order to survive and save their children...

[The mouse is broken again]: Hey, is this baby the only one who pities the Ninth Prince? A majestic prince of northern Xinjiang is not as good as a courtier.

The audience in the live broadcast room sighed deeply. Some lamented that Wu Liba’s death was deserved, some felt sorry for the quiet death of the Ninth Prince, some reminded Jiang Pengji to be careful about the false surrender of northern Xinjiang, and some continued to be melon-eaters, just watching the excitement and not getting involved. The live broadcast room was very lively .

There were too many audiences and barrages in the live broadcast room, so Jiang Pengji could only block the barrages frequently.

Li Yun ordered his subordinates to gather up Wu Liba's body, wipe off the blood, change into clean clothes, and put it in a pitch-black coffin.

As for the corpse of the Ninth Prince who had begun to rot, Li Yun also had someone pack it up and send it over.

When the herdsmen of the small tribe saw the coffin, they hugged their heads and cried one by one, with endless sadness in their weeping.

After crying enough, the tribal leader took the initiative to accept the surrender, and the herdsmen behind him performed the etiquette of surrender in northern Xinjiang.

"My lord, can you think about how to settle these people?"

This tribe is not big, men, women, old and children combined are no more than ten thousand, but there are also five thousand young and strong people.

If they are allowed to stay in the big camp, there is no guarantee that they will not turn against the water temporarily. At that time, they will cooperate with the inside and outside of the northern border, but it will be a disaster.

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 considered this point, she said, "Let's leave this matter to Wen Zheng. These people accepted the surrender voluntarily, so they can't be treated as ordinary prisoners. Let's send someone to register them, and give them a As a unit, send them to control the land in batches."

"That's fine, so as not to cause troubles in the journey." Qi Guanrang frowned and said, "Why don't we let them go back to Chongzhou with the food team."

In order to ensure the safety of the grain transportation route, the round-trip distance is different.

Let these herdsmen go to Chongzhou with the return transport team, which not only avoids the exposure of the grain transport route, but also reduces the extra manpower expenditure.

Before the tribe chose to surrender, they had already prepared for the worst, but in the end they were told that they were only sent to the Central Plains.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their tense nerves finally relaxed, and even a woman in northern Xinjiang who was holding a child secretly cried with joy.

They carefully arranged Uliba's body and managed to arrange a decent funeral.

Except for this small episode, Jiang Pengji's army was like a broken bamboo all the way, swinging troops all the way north along the Xishui River.

Northern Xinjiang has a vast territory, and its overall area is only 20-30% smaller than that of Dongqing. However, most of the land in Northern Xinjiang is not suitable for human habitation, so the population in this area is not large. The number of people is only one tenth of that of Dongqing. There are less than two million people, which can be called rare.

Jiang Pengji and Beijiang fought against Beijiang River, and the total number of people who died in the war and drowned in the flood has exceeded 150,000.

If the population captured by Jiang Pengji and the population who voluntarily surrendered are included, the overall loss in Northern Xinjiang is close to the 200,000 mark.

This number was shockingly large, and it hit the nobles of Northern Xinjiang hard in the eyeballs, making them feel distressed even thinking about it.

Facing the approaching enemy army, the northern Xinjiang tribes had different ideas, but they had to join forces in the face of adversity.

Although they joined forces, everyone was at odds with each other.

On the day when the Sui River flooded, after Wu Liba's army was cut off, the eldest prince and the third prince fled with the main force, and at the last count, the number of troops in their hands was less than 10,000. Even if disabled soldiers returned to the army one after another, the strength was only 15,000, and many of them were disabled.

They don't have supplies and rations, and their troops don't even have much combat effectiveness. They can only be regarded as low-level in the northern border.

When the major forces in northern Xinjiang assembled, they didn't even have a say in the table, but instead became a supporting role.

The third prince became the acting king under the support of Wu Liba, but this acting king was not recognized by others.

Facing the pressure of strong troops, the first thing they thought of was not how to defend against the enemy, but instead squeezed together to elect a replacement king.

Seeing the people in the tent arguing endlessly, the Eldest Prince's expression was gloomy and cold, while the Third Prince's expression seemed to be crying but not crying.