After one song, Mo Xiuyao let go of the ebony zither in his hand and reached out to pull her into his embrace. "Cry, Li Li … … I'm sorry, it's all my fault … …" Ye Li leaned into Mo Xiuyao's embrace and finally cried out loud.
Mo Xiuyao gently patted her back, his half-closed eyes filled with tenderness and love.
When the two returned to the General's Residence, they were greeted by Young Master Feng San, who was on the verge of going crazy. Seeing the two walking hand in hand, Feng Zhiyao didn't care about anything else and rushed over. He grabbed Mo Xiuyao's collar and shouted, "Prince Ding! Where did you run off to?! Do you want the Prince Ding Mansion or not? Are you going to deal with the documents in the study or not?! More importantly, you were the one who told us to take care of things, but you ran off without a trace. What do you want?! "Young Master Feng San was so angry that he couldn't care less about offending his superior. He roared at Mo Xiuyao.
Feng Zhiyao's sudden outburst really scared Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao quickly came back to his senses. He calmly pushed away Feng San's hand that was grabbing his collar and said, "Feng San, if you have something to say, say it slowly."
Feng Zhiyao sneered, "Say it slowly? I want to say it slowly, but I have to be able to find the person first. We just finished the war and there are so many things to take care of. So many of us put down what we were doing to listen to Prince Ding's instructions. In the end, we couldn't even find the shadow of a person! "
Hearing this, Ye Li couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. In the end, Mo Xiuyao ran out so willfully to find her. She took a step forward and whispered to Feng Zhiyao, "Feng San, today's matter … …"
Feng Zhiyao raised his hand and said, "Wangfei, you don't have to speak for him. What's more … we don't dare to blame His Highness Prince Ding, do we? We're just complaining for no reason. Please punish us, Prince. " It was no wonder that Feng Zhiyao wanted to get angry. The war had just stopped, and the busy ones did not know that the Feihong Pass was in a mess. This war had lasted for nearly a year, and everywhere outside the Feihong Pass was a mess. Everyone was busier than before the war ended. However, the busiest person was nowhere to be found. Not only was Mo Xiuyao nowhere to be found, even Han Mingyue, who was usually able to help out, was nowhere to be found. Feng Zhiyao looked at the empty study room and the piles of files for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but vent.
Everyone present, other than Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao, looked at Feng Zhiyao with admiration as if they were looking at a brave warrior. He dared to yell at Prince Ding in front of everyone. He really had a lot of guts.
Mo Xiuyao unexpectedly had a rare good temper. He smiled and said, "Alright, I know. Tomorrow morning, I promise to take care of everything. "
Feng Zhiyao raised an eyebrow, "Tomorrow morning?"
"Do you have a problem?" Mo Xiuyao said.
"No." Feng Zhiyao quickly shook his head. As long as Prince Ding was willing to do it, the efficiency was very good. How could Feng Zhiyao have a problem?
The group entered the study room and sat down. Feng Zhiyao took a breath before asking, "Why did Prince summon us this morning?" Just now, his anger rushed to his head. Now that he drank a cup of tea and calmed down, Feng Zhiyao also felt that he was a little impulsive. He was polite to Mo Xiuyao when he asked. Mo Xiuyao pulled Ye Li to sit down and said with a smile, "It's nothing. I just want to talk about how to deal with the casualties. "
Speaking of this, Feng Zhiyao's expression also became serious. He took out a file from the pile of files beside him and said in a low voice, "After nearly a year of fighting, the specific numbers haven't been calculated. But this time, there are casualties in Feihong Pass. Including Qi Lin, there were a total of 237,600 soldiers stationed at Feihong Pass. Only 13,127 of them survived. Among them, 19 of them were captains and above, and 7 of them were deputy generals. "
With such heavy casualties, even Mo Xiuyao was speechless for a long time. For so many years, besides the tragedy of the Mohist army in Huifeng Valley more than a decade ago, this was the first time there was such a heavy casualty rate. And these soldiers stationed at Feihong Pass were the elite soldiers of the Mohist army. They were not the soldiers of Da Chu State that Mo Xiuyao had just taken in. Just one battle was so tragic, not to mention the casualties in the past half a year. With a rough estimate, the casualties of the Mohist army since the siege of Chu Capital was broken up until now was at least 600,000 to 700,000 Mohist army elite soldiers. The Mohist army that originally had less than a million elite soldiers now had less than 20 to 30 percent left. The rest were the remnants of Da Chu State soldiers that had been taken in before. This time, Mo Xiuyao had taken in hundreds of thousands of Chu Chu Army soldiers, as well as the new recruits that had just entered the camp not long ago.
This battle could not be considered a loss for both sides, but all sides that participated in the battle had paid a huge price. No wonder Mo Xiuyao did not plan to continue attacking the Da Chu State and Xiling.
Looking at the shocking numbers in front of them, the three could not help but be silent. The atmosphere also became more solemn. Mo Xiuyao thought for a while and said, "Feng San, have people pass down I's orders. All the soldiers that died in battle must be given out without exception. And the wounded soldiers must be properly settled. If there are any problems, have them come directly to I. "
Feng Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. To settle so many dead soldiers and wounded soldiers was undoubtedly a huge project for the Prince Ding Mansion. But this was what they should do, and the only thing they could do. Let the dead rest in peace.
Ye Li said, "All the silver from the exchange of prisoners from Xiling can be used on this. If it is not enough, you can ask Han Mingxi for more. Just let me know when you come back. "Feng Zhiyao hurriedly thanked Ye Li. Mo Xiuyao thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said," Li, do not worry. We will have other sources of income very soon. "
"Other sources of income?" Ye Li raised her eyebrows.
Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly and said, "Of course. There is also the reparations from the Northern Tribes, Xiling, and Da Chu State. "
A battle was not so easy to win. If they won, they might not be able to rest easy. But if they lost, they would be in big trouble. Since ancient times, the loser either had to pay tribute or cede territory to pay reparations. This was a common practice. Mo Xiuyao had no interest in paying tribute. Since it was not sincere, there was no need to put on an act. But reparations were necessary.
Hearing this, Feng Zhiyao could not help but clap his hands and laugh, "Prince is right. I forgot about this matter. "
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