The whole tribe surrendered and surrendered, just to collect the corpses of the vultures?

Hearing Li Yun's words, the expressions of the people in the tent were different, some were indifferent, some were unbearable, and some were full of emotion.

Although Ulibat was their enemy, there were still people who thought of him so well after his death, and Ulibal's life was not in vain.

Jiang Pengji looked at Li Yun and asked lightly, "That's all they want?"

Li Yun clenched his fists and replied, "There is indeed only such a condition." ”

At first, Li Yun also thought that this small tribe was trying to hit the stone with an egg, but they dragged the family with their mouths, men, women and children, and even babies sleeping in swaddling clothes, so Li Yun sent someone to negotiate and ask for their intentions. At first hearing their request, he was stunned.

It is not uncommon for entire tribes to surrender, but it is strange for them to surrender.

At that moment, Li Yun was still a little envious of Wu Liba-

If he falls to the end of the Vullibal, will anyone give everything just to get his body back? ？

"Lord, do you want to deal with this matter?"

Li Yun saw that Jiang Pengji didn't react for a long time, so he couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Pengji said in a deep voice, "Let's go down, let someone go and collect the corpse of Wu Liba, and prepare a good coffin for them." ”

For her, the Vulabat was just a stumbling block that she kicked away.

For the herdsmen of northern Xinjiang, Ulibal is probably a hero or even a faith, willing to give everything for it.

It can also be seen from the side that Ulibal deserves respect, since someone is willing to keep his body, what should she do?

Speaking of this, Jiang Pengji suddenly remembered the Nine Princes.

"They didn't say what to do with the corpse of the Nine Princes?"

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

"Forget it, buy one and get one free, and the corpse of the ninth prince can also be counted as an additional head to send to them. As for what they do, that's their business" Jiang Pengji showed a mocking smile on her face, the ninth prince really failed in life.

"Yes, the last will do it. Li Yun clenched his fists and retreated, and the armor rubbed against each other to make a crisp sound as he walked.

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

[The sky is full of small white clouds]: Lao Wu died this wave of deaths without a loss - there are tribes willing to surrender for him?

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

【Deep-fried dried fish】: ...... Tsk, you guys are so emotional, don't think about this so well. Maybe this tribe is on the anchor's march? I want to know with my toes what the anchor's reputation is in northern Xinjiang, and northern Xinjiang will definitely say that the anchor is a murderer and intimidates the people in the territory. But it is also possible for ordinary people to surrender voluntarily in order to survive and save the old and young......

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

The audience in the live broadcast room was very embarrassed, some people sighed that they had died well, some people took pity on the ninth prince and died quietly, some people reminded Jiang Pengji to be careful of the fraud in northern Xinjiang, and some people continued to be melon-eating parties, just watching the excitement and not mixing, the live broadcast room was very lively.

There are too many viewers in the live broadcast room, and there are many barrages, so Jiang Pengji can only block the barrage frequently.

Li Yun instructed his subordinates to collect the corpse of Wu Liba, wipe the blood, change into clean clothes, and then put it in a dark coffin.

As for the corpse of the Nine Princes that had begun to decompose, Li Yun also asked people to pack it up and send it over.

When the herdsmen of the small tribe saw the coffin, they hugged their heads one by one and cried, and their whimpering cries carried endless sadness.

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

"My lord, can you figure out how to settle these people?"

This tribe is not large, and the total number of men, women, and children is only more than 10,000, but the number of young and strong people is also 5,000.

If they are allowed to stay in the camp, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not temporarily turn against the water, and it will be a scourge to cooperate with the outside of the northern Xinjiang at that time.

Rather than 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 took this into consideration, she said, "It's better to leave this matter to Wen Zheng, these people took the initiative to surrender, and they can't be treated as ordinary prisoners." In this way, send someone to register them, and then send them to the land in batches on a household basis. ”

"That's fine, so as not to have any twists and turns. Qi Guanrang twisted his eyebrows and said, "It's better to let them return to Chongzhou with the grain team." ”

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

Allowing these herdsmen to go to Chongzhou with the return convoy not only avoids the exposure of grain transportation routes, but also reduces additional manpower expenditure.

Before the tribe chose to submit, they had 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, the tense nerves finally relaxed, and even some women in northern Xinjiang holding their children secretly cried with joy.

They carefully settled the body of the vulture, and barely managed to get a decent funeral.

Except for this little episode, Jiang Pengji's army was like a bamboo, waving troops all the way north along the water.

Northern Xinjiang has a vast area, and the overall area is only two or three percent smaller than that of Dongqing, but most of the land in northern Xinjiang is not suitable for human habitation, so the population of this place is not abundant, the number of people is only one-tenth of Dongqing, and the total population is less than two million, which can be called scarce.

Jiang Pengji and Northern Xinjiang fought in Lishui, and the total number of people killed in the war and the number of people drowned in the flood has exceeded 150,000.

If you count the population captured by Jiang Pengji and the population who surrendered voluntarily, the overall loss of northern Xinjiang is approaching the 200,000 mark.

This amount is shockingly large, and it stabs the eyes of the nobles in Northern Xinjiang, making them feel distressed when they think about it.

In the face of the approaching enemy army, the tribes in the north had very different thoughts, but in the face of great difficulties, they had to join forces.

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

On the day of the flooding, after the Wuli Pull and the troops were broken, the eldest prince and the third prince fled with the main force, and the last count was less than 10,000 troops in their hands. Even if the remnants of the army returned one after another, the strength was only 15,000, and many of them were disabled.

They have no baggage and military rations, and their troops do not even have much combat effectiveness, so they can only be regarded as the last in northern Xinjiang.

When the major forces in northern Xinjiang gathered, they didn't even occupy a right to speak, but were reduced to a small supporting role.

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

In the face of strong troops, the first thing they thought of was not how to resist the enemy, but crowded into a bunch of electing the king.

Seeing the people in the tent arguing, the eldest prince's expression was cold, and the third prince's expression seemed to be crying rather than crying.