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The weather was very good on the day of surrender, and the wind was light and the clouds were light, which formed a sharp contrast with General Pang Da’s mood. General Pang Da’s heart, dressed more like he had won a battle, with his hair tied with a jade crown, and a cloud-patterned brocade robe on his face. He looked bad, and his blue-white face looked like a cabbage that had been wilted for three days. He was obviously hungry.

The dozen guards behind him were nine-foot men from Yishui. Today they came to invite surrender. The sword of the formation was not allowed. The sword of the ceremonial made by Qingzhu was tied around his waist. It was originally awesome. Unfortunately, the white flag that swayed in the wind was not very good-looking. No matter how you look, it looked like you were doing a vain. Pang Cong looked back at the white flag from time to time, and felt very dissatisfied. Bai Zi of Qin had a great reputation, but he insisted that he had to beat the white flag when he was surrendered. I don’t know where he learned it!

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the nobles and officials did not fall over and surrendered. The generous treatment was indispensable. The side that defeated according to the rules had to welcome them from afar, and the party that defeated them had to play rituals and music, prepare wine and meat for entertainment, and both sides laughed and drank, and then agreed on surrender with a smile like an old friend. Next time, there was a conflict, and how to fight, how to surrender. This was a ritual that was set since the Western Zhou Dynasty. At that time, the princes in the world all broke their bones and tendons. The family closed the door to fight, and no one would do anything. In the Warring States Period, many things changed. The more they fought, the more fierce the battles became, and the more people died, but the nobles were still nobles and officials. The humiliating surrender was something that made all countries dislike.

Bai Dong was willing to follow everything according to etiquette, but he was extremely determined to fight the white flag. If he refused to fight the white flag, he would just continue to fight. Pang Cong thought with a dark face for a long time, but finally agreed. The white flag was not very good-looking and insisted on adding a few black eagle feathers to the top of the flag. Bai Dong agreed, and he would have to pay the money by asking for a price all over the place, right? No matter what, the invincible Pang family army was in his hands, and Pang Cong still came with the white flag, which gave him a unique sense of accomplishment.

Pang Cong, who had a dark face, walked to Bai Dong. He bowed slightly to present the formal surrender book, and then sat opposite Bai Dong. He shook his cheeks and ate it. It has been three days since General Pang Da, who has always been concerned about sharing the joys and sorrows with soldiers, really did what the soldiers would go hungry even if they didn't eat them. Seeing the fine wine prepared by Bai Dong, his eyes were green!

Bai Dong didn't say anything. He smiled and watched Pang Cong kill twenty milk and two large portions of braised pork alone, and ordered people to send him two bowls of noodles to drink. Then he asked in a low voice: "Is the general full?"

"I'm full, I'll receive the entertainment of Baizi."

Pang Cong stared at Bai Dong: "I saw Bai Zi today and realized that the rumors were true. Bai Zi was generous and kind..."

"Stop, the general is a man of war. Why did the good men in the army learn this trick of holding people on the stage and pulling the ladder? I don't like to listen to this. Since it is a surrender, I should listen to my assignment. How many soldiers are there under the general?"

"There are more than 12,000 casualties in the battle, and 20,000 people who were willing to be captured by you with food. Now there are still 40,000 troops in the Wei camp, most of which are Wei Wu elite soldiers trained by my uncle. They are still worth fighting!"

Pang Cong secretly glanced at Bai Dong, obviously feeling guilty: "Cong is not afraid of death, but it is really not worth it for our Wei warriors. I hope Bai Zi can keep his promise and treat our Wei warriors first."

"It's still a battle? Is it just dependent on 40,000 hungry soldiers? But since you mentioned your uncle, I'm still your junior uncle. Xiaocong... You're going to froze when you open your mouth, right? Keep your promise? What promises have I made?"

"Bai Zi can't be fooled! You and I are the commanders of the two armies. You should just rely on your relationship with each other!" Pang Cong blushed: "Bai Zi asked people to shout in front of the army, but those who surrendered can get back to their hometowns. The same is true for Mu Zichi's remnants that day. Isn't it a promise?"

"Of course, it's only limited to the garrison." Bai Dong smiled and glanced at Pang Cong. He didn't know what this guy was thinking? That would be called Bai Zi in vain.

"Only for the garrison?"

Pang Cong Ran stood up suddenly: "Why!"

"Just because I am the winner, the rules are naturally set by me. Why do you do so excitedly? After all, my uncle and I are the same brothers and family, and we will talk to each other. Bai Family Tea is the best. I will not take it out to entertain you even if I am not a distinguished guest. Don't waste it..."

Bai Dong slowly drank a sip of tea and pointed at the banquet to ask Pang Cong to sit down: "Old Qin also has a garrison. These people are farmer men on weekdays and have to kill the enemy for the country in wartime. What is it? Isn't it because of passion and the desire to kill the enemy and serve the country? Naturally, we should treat these people mercifully and give them foot expenses to reunite with their families... But what is Wei Wuzhang? This is a group of professional soldiers, who use killing as their profession, do not do production, and rely on people's wealth and ointment to support them! So in my eyes, they are real enemies! Naturally, there must be ways to treat the enemy. I am not so stupid that I let these Wei Wuzhang go back and be my enemies."

"What are you going to do...Baizi of Qin is the world's Wenzong, is it..."

"Don't worry, although they are enemies, they are also human beings! War is the affairs of the princes and ministers, what does it have to do with them? I will not kill and surrender. But I will not let them go back to my hometown soon. They need to go to a place full of hope..."

"What exactly do you do? Neither kill nor let go, don't tell me that you have to bring 30,000 dangerous prisoners to deal with the prince. You are the Wenzong of the world. After this war, you will become the most famous military master in the world. Are you so stupid?"

Not to mention that Bai Dong was alone in the Wei territory and relied on mobile and warfare to deal with it. Even if he fought step by step, he was carrying 30,000 prisoners, and it was a huge burden. Not to mention anything else, the food rations for these 30,000 people alone was a problem. If it were Pang Cong himself, he would have killed or surrendered, and there was no third choice.

"Go to the Western Regions! I naturally have a way to send them over. It is no secret that Qin State is managing the Western Regions. The military forces in the Western Regions are cruel and not cruel, and are fierce or fierce? Now they are all raising sheep for Lao Qin, but unfortunately the manpower is still insufficient. Moreover, Lao Qin's purchase of wool from the Western Regions people is always a little higher. If he set up a sheep farm, he believes that the profit will be higher!"

Bai Dong smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Wei Wuzhang is so good... I heard that when your country chooses a Wuzhang, they must be over eight feet tall. Everyone can carry a hundred kilograms and run fifty miles before they can fight and win. They are all good strength... Such good men are simply wasteful to fight. They should go to the Western Regions prairie full of hope. They should be men who herd sheep and tucked horses!"

"You...you want to bring the elite martial soldiers trained by your uncle to the Western Regions to herd sheep?"

Pang Cong's mouth was so open that he could stuff three eggs at the same time. He felt like he was going crazy, or Bai Dong was going crazy.

"What's wrong with letting go of sheep and condom horses? Wei really thinks it's worthy of these good men? They have been working as Wushu for ten or eight years, without farming, and trade differently. When people get old and weak, they will be abandoned. How do you let them survive? As a result, they are either bandits or poor or poor. It's better to learn skills. Doesn't Wei have grasslands? In the future, they will return to Wei and even if they fail to become Wushu, they can raise some sheep. Don't worry, Lao Qin will collect as much wool as he has and will not treat them badly..."

Vicious! Insidious! Absurd! Pang Cong was almost crying, and he could not imagine the scene of the Wei Kingdom full of sheep. This kid was not trying to let Wei Wu run goats, but he wanted to raise Wei Kingdom as sheep... Uncle still looked down on this kid, just thinking that he was a rare civil and military genius, handsome military strategists, but he didn't expect that he was such a terrible conspirator. Unfortunately, the form was stronger than that of others. What he wanted to do now is to protect the lives of tens of thousands of Wei soldiers. What to use to fight? The people's hearts were dispersed, and the team was difficult to lead.

"But you are my senior brother's nephew and a general of Wei. You still have to make special cases for you. I can give you foot fees and send you back to Pangcheng like I do to those garrison troops. This is the limit I can achieve. Are you satisfied?"

"I won't leave! You have all the elite soldiers of the Pang family to the Western Regions. I, a general with a bare feet, have the face to return to Pangcheng. At that time, even my own son will look down on me! Isn't it the Western Regions? I will go too, I can't live without my own soldiers!"

"Okay, it's a good person, then as you wish. By the way, your uncle Sun Bin is still here in the Western Regions. If you can ask for benefits in person, you will definitely gain a lot. It may not be a bad thing to go here..."

Bai Dong looked at Pang Cong with a smile. Recently, the news was still frequent, and each item was full of urgent military information. The Persians in the west began to be restless. They fell in love with the sheep raised by the Western Regions... (To be continued)

ps:ps:Thanks to the brothers ‘Virgo’ ‘kkv00’ ‘Yi Shui Jianli’ for their generous rewards :)
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