The entire tribe surrendered just to collect Wu Liba's corpse?
Hearing Liyun's words, the expressions of the people in the tent varied. Some were indifferent, some could not bear it, and some were deeply moved.
Although Wu Liba was their enemy, there were still people who remembered him after his death. Wu Liba's life was not in vain.
Jiang Pengji looked at Liyun and asked plainly, "That's their only request?"
Liyun cupped his fists and replied, "Indeed, that's their only request."
In the beginning, Liyun also thought that the small tribe wanted to strike a stone with an egg, but they brought along their families, men, women, young and old, and even infants sleeping in swaddling clothes. Liyun sent someone to negotiate and ask for their intentions. Hearing their request, he was stunned on the spot.
It was not unusual for the entire tribe to surrender, what was unusual was their reason for surrendering.
At that moment, Liyun felt some envy towards Wu Liba.
If he was in the same situation as Wu Liba, would there be someone who would give up everything just to get his corpse back?
"My lord, should we agree to this?"
Liyun saw that Jiang Pengji did not respond for a long time and could not help but ask.
Jiang Pengji said in a low voice, "Agree to it. Get someone to collect Wu Liba's corpse and prepare a better coffin for them."
To her, Wu Liba was just a stumbling block that she had kicked away.
To the herdsmen of the Northern borderline, Wu Liba was probably a hero or even a religion, and they were willing to give up everything for him.
From the side, it could be seen that Wu Liba was worthy of respect. Since someone was willing to protect his corpse, why not agree to it?
Speaking of this, Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of the Ninth Prince.
"They did not say what to do with the Ninth Prince's corpse?"
Liyun recalled carefully and said with certainty, "They did not mention the Ninth Prince."
"Forget it, buy one get one free. The Ninth Prince's corpse can be considered as a bonus and sent over. As for how they deal with it, that's up to them. "Jiang Pengji revealed a faint smile of mockery. The Ninth Prince was really a failure.
"Yes, I will do it now." Liyun cupped his fists and retreated. As he walked, his armor made a crisp sound.
Li Yun left and the audience regained their senses from this brief interlude.
Mantian is a small white cloud: "Old Wu's death was not a loss. A tribe was actually willing to surrender for him?"
Baobao Laicai Tang: "Although Old Wu's death was tragic, there were still people who remembered him after his death, which meant that he was not a failure."
Guzi Xiaoyu Gan: "… Tsk, you guys are really sentimental. Don't think this is so good. Maybe this tribe is the streamer's army. Even an idiot would know what the host's reputation in the Northern Borderline was like. The Northern Borderline would definitely say that the host was a butcher who killed people like scything flax, threatening the people in their territory. However, it was also possible for ordinary people to surrender in order to survive and protect their young and old …
Bad Mouse Again: "Sigh, am I the only one who feels sorry for the Ninth Prince? The Prince is Liangzi's Army. "
The audience in the streaming room sighed. Some felt that Wu Liba had died a worthy death, some pitied the Ninth Prince for dying quietly, some reminded Jiang Pengji to be careful of the Northern Borderline's fake surrender, and some continued to be onlookers.
There were too many viewers in the streaming room, and there were also too many bullet screens. Jiang Pengji could only block the bullet screens frequently.
Liyun instructed his subordinates to collect Wu Liba's corpse, wipe off the tainted blood, change into clean clothes, and then place it in a pitch-black coffin.
As for the rotting corpse of the Ninth Prince, Li Yun ordered someone to pack it up and send it over.
When the herdsmen of the small tribe saw the coffin, they hugged each other and cried bitterly. Their sobs were filled with endless sorrow.
After crying enough, the chief of the tribe took the initiative to surrender, and the herdsmen behind him all performed the Northern Borderline's ritual of submission.
"Has the Lord thought about how to settle these people?"
The tribe was not big. There were no more than ten thousand men and women, old and young, but there were about five thousand young adults.
If they were allowed to stay in the main camp, it would be hard to guarantee that they would not turn traitor at the last minute. When the time comes, they would collaborate with the Northern Borderline from both inside and outside, which would be a disaster instead.
Rather than leaving them on the battlefield and becoming a hidden danger, it was better to send them back to Chongzhou and other places in batches.
Jiang Pengji had also considered this point. She said, "Let's leave this matter to Wen Zheng. These people surrendered voluntarily, so we can't treat them like ordinary captives. How about this, send someone to register them, then send them to the administrative areas in batches, one household as a unit. "
"That's good too, to prevent any setbacks on the road to victory." Qiguan Rang furrowed his brows. "How about this, let them follow the grain team back to Chongzhou."
In order to ensure the safety of the grain transportation route, the return journey was different.
Letting these herdsmen follow the returning grain team to Chongzhou would not only prevent the exposure of the grain transportation route, but also reduce the expenditure of additional manpower.
Before the tribe chose to surrender, they were 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 tensed nerves finally relaxed. There were even some women from the Northern Borderline who were carrying their children and secretly cried tears of joy.
They carefully placed Wu Liba's corpse in a proper place and managed to arrange a decent funeral.
Apart from this small interlude, Jiang Pengji's army advanced like a hot knife through butter, following the Yi River all the way to the north.
The Northern Borderline had a vast territory, its overall surface area was only twenty to thirty percent smaller than Dongqing. However, most of the land in the Northern Borderline was not suitable for human habitation, so the population was not abundant. The number of commoners was only one-tenth of that of Dongqing. The total population was less than two million people, which was considered sparse.
In the battle between Jiang Pengji and the Northern Borderline at the Yi River, the number of people who died in the war and those who drowned in the flood had exceeded 150,000.
If the people who were captured by Jiang Pengji and those who surrendered voluntarily were included, the total loss of the Northern Borderline was close to 200,000.
This number was shocking and ruthlessly poked the eyeballs of the nobles of the Northern Borderline. Just thinking about it made their hearts ache.
Faced with the approaching enemy, the tribes of the Northern Borderline had different thoughts, but in the face of disaster, they had no choice but to join forces.
Although they had joined forces, they were not on the same page.
On the day of the Yi River's flood, Wu Liba led the troops to cover the rear, while the eldest prince and the third prince led the main force to escape. At last count, they had less than 10,000 troops. Even though there were injured soldiers who returned one after another, the total number of troops was only 15,000, and many of them were disabled.
They did not have military supplies and rations, and the troops under them did not even have much combat power. In the Northern Borderline, they could only be considered as the weakest.
When the major forces of the Northern Borderline gathered, they did not even have the right to speak. Instead, they were reduced to minor characters.
With the support of Wu Liba, the third prince became the acting king, but this acting king was not recognized by the others.
Faced with the pressure of the strong troops, the first thing they thought of was not how to defend against the enemy, but how to squeeze together and elect the acting king.
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