The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"If you lay down your weapons now, if you don't want to accept the establishment, I will let you go away on your own. If you insist on resisting, please think about it. The relatives who are still at home are eagerly looking forward to your return home."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, like the murmur of a blunt knife grinding on a concave-convex bluestone, but at this moment, the voice did not make people disgusted and disgusted, but it carried a shocking and soothing power.

The Southwest soldier standing opposite had a crack in his resolute and determined expression, and then gradually crumbled and softened.

After a long time, there was a sudden "clank" sound in the air, then two, three... The sounds of clank were connected together.

The enemy soldiers dropped the cold weapons in their hands one after another, and the sound of killing faded away, replaced by low-pitched sobbing.

Seeing this, Wen Jue ordered in a low voice: "Contain the equipment and take them away from the battlefield."

Hearing this, the soldiers walked over in an orderly manner, picked up the weapons on the ground, and then drove the soldiers away from the battle zone.

Some soldiers felt uneasy, jumped up and pointed at Wen Jue and asked, "Where are you taking us? Didn't you say you want to set us free?"

Wen Jue said calmly: "I promised to let you go, and I will never break my promise, but now that the two armies are at war, I can't risk the lives of more than a dozen soldiers locked up here."

The meaning of this is obvious, that is to say, it can be released, but it cannot be released now.

The thousands of soldiers who surrendered were not too many, but they were not too few. Once they really wanted to do something, it would be very dangerous. It is understandable for Wen Jue to temporarily control them. Although these soldiers were a little dissatisfied, But it cannot be argued.

Seeing that they were finally being honest, Wen Jue rode his horse to the periphery of the war zone and stopped. He didn't look back at the situation on the battlefield, but silently set his gaze on the vast river in the distance.

Even though I have been here for a long time, and I am used to the cruel fighting on the battlefield, life and death in an instant, but in the end, I still can't stand such a bloody scene.

He Yiyang and Yin Wujiu, who came with the brigade, originally wanted to kill all directions, but when they really arrived on the battlefield, they saw the scene of the stumped limbs and broken arms lying all over the field, and the thick blood flowing like a river, and they were immediately frightened. Don't talk about fighting, you won't even move.

Although they have been tempered since childhood, they are only teenagers after all. Where have they seen such a scene before? It's normal if they can't bear it.

This is a hurdle that every soldier who grows up in the flames of war must go through!

"Hey, why are you still standing there stupidly, why don't you come over and help clean the battlefield!"

Someone noticed them and greeted them.

The two children glanced at each other, getting off the horse tremblingly, Yin Wujiu was still a little calmer, but when He Yiyang got off the horse, because of the severe shaking, his body tilted, and he was directly loaded upside down, with one foot still hanging in the stirrup On the forehead is the first land.

Fortunately, there were no stones on that piece of ground, otherwise it would have been disfigured directly.

Yin Wujiu hurried over to help him up, the two supported each other and walked towards the center of the battle zone.

Most of the more than [-] soldiers of the Southwest Army were killed in this night attack, and the corpses of tens of thousands of people were scattered on the ground. The scene was shocking.

Purgatory on earth is nothing more than that!

He Yiyang took a deep breath. Originally, he wanted to relieve his emotions, but he inhaled the blood in his nose and almost didn't spit it out.

He looked at Yin Wujiu with a pale face: "Master used to say that the battlefield was cruel, I didn't feel it, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that it was far worse than what he said..."

He Yiyang didn't say the latter words, but Yin Wujiu understood, because his current mood is the same as the other party's.

"I said that you are usually a taciturn person, but I didn't expect you to be so talkative. Tsk tsk, I was moved by what you said just now!" He Yiyang rode his horse to Wen Jue's side, his tone full of admiration , three-point ridicule, "But having said that, when I look back now, what you said just now is simply sophistry!"

Wen Jue said lightly: "Whether it's a sophistry or not, as long as it works!"

Xie Lingshuang was silent for a while, and said in a complicated tone: "Sometimes, my subordinates really can't understand the general's mind. Are you persuading them to surrender because you don't want to cause more casualties?"

Wen Jue was caught in his mind by what he said, his heart moved slightly, and he said calmly: "The main force of the Southwest Army still exists, and today's battle is far from over. This general is just doing this to preserve his strength, so that he can fight without a fight." If he wins, he is naturally elected."

When Xie Lingshuang heard this, the expression in his eyes became more and more complicated.

After a while, someone came to report the number of surrendered troops.

When Xie Lingshuang heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he thought of something, and laughed at Wen Jue again: "The general strategizes, and the soldiers don't kill blood, but this counts, it's really not satisfactory! More than five thousand troops have surrendered, but you can't count them!" More than 1000."

Facing his ridicule, Wen Jue was still so calm, and replied concisely: "The less you say about the number of enemy troops, the higher your chances of persuading them to surrender, isn't it?"

Xie Lingshuang was puzzled for a while, and said in disbelief: "You, you said that on purpose, it's not my General Wen, are you fooling them like fools?"

Wen Jue explained: "Most people are not sensitive to numbers, and in the situation just now, they were nervous, and no one would really count how many people are in their team."

Wen Jue was engaged in literature in his previous life, and he also did a lot of research on history. According to many historical materials that record ancient wars, a war often involved tens of millions of people, but in fact there should not be that many people. The reasons for the error are, firstly, the deliberate exaggeration of many writers; the second is also closely related to the fact that many ancient people's arithmetic ability is low, and many people can't count numbers beyond one hundred at all.

Xie Lingshuang: "..." Xie Lingshuang was completely speechless.

The way he looked at Wen Jue was extremely complicated, and that feeling... How should I put it?

Probably like constipation.

Sure enough, he still doesn't know this person well enough. There is simply no limit to how this guy can fool people!

Little student Ling Shuang, whose world view was refreshed by Professor Wen again, left with an indescribable feeling.

And on the bank of the river, only Wen Jue was left alone.

Yin Wujiu prepared for a long time before he entered the battlefield. He gritted his teeth and resolutely picked up a corpse, and dragged it to the periphery of the battlefield.

Yin Wujiu tried his best not to look at the bloody and unrepentant faces of those corpses, his eyes only stared at the front and kept dragging forward.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but with this beginning, things will get better later on.One corpse after another was dragged to the designated place by Yin Wujiu, and he himself didn't stop in the middle, until his tired footsteps were heavy and he couldn't even lift them up, and then he tripped over an arm and fell to the ground. Just stopped.

When he got up, Yin Wujiu just met a pair of eyes that did not rest in peace.

"Ah——" the boy yelled in fright, and then quickly jumped up from the ground, but when he raised his head, he froze for an instant.

A man stood alone by the river with his hands behind his back. The bleak river wind made his black clothes flutter and dance. On the river, a round of red sun half covered him, stretching his shadow very long.

It is clearly the radiance of warm colors, but it seems to carry a kind of inexhaustible sadness and loneliness.

Lonely, it makes people feel painful.

"No fault, why are you in a daze?"

He Yiyang's voice came from not far away, which suddenly awakened Yin Wujiu's sanity.

Recalling the deep blood feud between himself and this person, Yin Wujiu's eyes quickly turned cold, then he turned around, lowered his head and continued to carry the corpse.

He Yiyang saw that he was struggling, so he came over to help him lift it together, and he couldn't help but glance at Wen Jue in the distance.

"What kind of person is this General Wen? Sometimes the things he does are really not for people to do, but what he said just now doesn't seem like that kind of cold-hearted Lovers can tell."

"It's just a plot to recruit and surrender. If he was really the kind of compassionate person, he wouldn't kill innocent people." Yin Wujiu's plain tone contained a bit of sarcasm that couldn't be concealed.

When He Yiyang heard the words, he suddenly remembered something, and stopped talking immediately.

The person Wu Jiu hates the most in his life is probably General Wen, why did he still mention it in front of him!

At dawn, the riverside was finally cleaned up, and all the city defense soldiers were replaced by Wen Jue's soldiers, and the Qu family's army, which had been tense for months, was finally able to breathe.

"The last general, Qu Zhanyi, met the general who protects the country!" After settling his seriously injured father, Qu Zhanyi personally went to Wen Jue's current residence to meet him.

"Vice General Qu doesn't need to be polite."

When Wen Jue said this, he was still in the same indifferent and alienated attitude, but Qu Zhanyi didn't mind at all, and his face soaked in wind and frost was not only grateful but also grateful: "If the general hadn't arrived in time with the troops today, I'm afraid that the Qu family army would have been killed." If the whole army is wiped out, Qu will thank the general instead of the whole army of Qu's family."

Wen Jue actually wanted to help Qu Zhanyi, and then say a few words of comfort, but that was obviously not in line with his usual style, so in the end, he just replied without emotion: "This time to help Qu's army To fight against the enemy, Wen was just following orders."

Xie Lingshuang laughed at the side and said: "This is also your fate. I waited for something to happen on the road, and I was delayed for a while. Fortunately, the general was clever and decisive, and brought the [-] cavalry who were on the way here first. If it wasn't for that, I'm afraid They can only rush over to collect the corpse."

After nine o'clock in the morning, after changing his clothes, Wen Jue came out of the temporary tent.

It was time for dinner outside, and the cooking team formed several long queues, Wen Jue was going to see the group of surrendered soldiers, but when he passed by the crowd, he saw Yin Wujiu sitting on the ground holding a bowl with his left hand and grabbing steamed buns with the right.

After a long time, the things in Yin Wujiu's hands did not move at all.