The three people looked at a group of soldiers suspiciously, tied a cloth with a strange pattern, tied it with a wooden stick, and stuck it on the city wall, not knowing what these conquerors meant by doing so, but seeing the soldiers with serious eyes, they probably realized that this was a very important ritual.

Song looked at the flags fluttering on the head of the city, and a sense of pride arose in his heart, and he raised his hand and silently saluted the army.

The black skin holding the wooden stick said with a solemn face: "Song, thank you, you saved my life, and you will be my brother in the future." ”

He let go of his hand and said with a smile: "They are all clansmen, you don't have to be like this." ”

"No matter what, if you have any orders in the future, even if I die, I will help you complete it."

Song shook his head and diverted the topic: "You say, what reward will the leader give us, will he give us the land?" ”

"Maybe, after all, it was the leader who said it, I don't want land, I hope the leader can reward me with a woman, looking at you and Hongyun, I am very envious."

Blackskin smiled.

Song Wenyan just smiled and didn't continue.

At night, Yang Hao ordered people to allocate a batch of grain from the granary of Sanshu to reward the soldiers of Daqi, and the rich food made the soldiers eat with their mouths full of oil, and everywhere was full of noise.

In the palace, the officers above the squad leader sat on both sides, and the food on the table was much more abundant than that of the soldiers, and more importantly, for the first time in their lives, they knew that there was still something in the wine.

Rather than wine, Yang Hao felt that it was more accurate for this thing to call it filtered mash.

Although the taste of wine is very light, Yang Hao, who has not drunk a drink for a long time, still drinks very freely.

Looking below, several women with graceful figures were dancing incomprehensibly, and Yang Hao and the soldiers raised their glasses and drank freely.

Drinking, Shuo Xiang looked at the dancers in the field, his eyes could only glow lewdly, got up, and pulled the woman closest to him into his arms.

Shuo Xiang looked impatient, and suddenly everyone burst into laughter.

Yang Hao scolded with a smile: "You are also a person with status now, you must not do that kind of thing in public, my Daqi wants to be faced." ”

Shuo Xiang smiled when he heard this: "Hehe, don't worry, the leader is measured." ”

Saying that, a big hand, in the woman's panicked eyes, roamed around her body unscrupulously.

A feast of celebration, the monarch and the ministers are happy.

After the generals had eaten and drunk enough, they each hugged a shivering woman, walked out of the hall, and left laughing.

Yang Hao rubbed his temples, shook his head and smiled.

"Someone!"

When the guards heard this, they hurried over.

"What does the chief command?"

"Pack up the wine and meat, take it and heat it up, and give it to the soldiers on duty at night!"

The guard swallowed his spit and said, "The subordinates have thanked the leader." ”

Yang Hao waved his hand, motioned for the guards to retreat, staggered to his feet, found a clay pot, untied his belt and spilled a soak of urine, and suddenly felt refreshed.

"Is Lao Tzu's alcohol consumption so bad, you can get drunk with drinks, this is a shame, a shame."

After shaking his head to clear his head a little, he walked towards the room at the back of the main hall.

In the dimly lit room, the lights flickered, and the two extremely nervous women saw Yang Hao coming in and retreated again and again.

Yang Hao is not a righteous gentleman, as a conqueror, enjoying the defeated women under his hands, he thinks it is a matter of course.

Looking at these two women who echoed his aesthetics, Yang Hao felt that the guy who was the monarch of Sanyu had a good eye, and had the same unique taste as himself, which was completely different from the aesthetics of this era, and he wanted to communicate with him.

"Come here!"

Yang Hao said in a deep voice.

The two women shuddered for a moment, and walked towards Yang Hao by supporting each other.

When the two women walked to Yang Hao's side, Yang Hao took him into his arms, laughed wildly, and picked up a woman by the waist.

After the madness, Yang Hao was sweating profusely, and the two women made him experience a completely different feeling from the female Jiao, as if one was suitable for being a wife, and the other was a lover, just to satisfy his carnal desires.

Yang Hao is not a person who loves women, and he will not be confused by the charm of these two women.

After releasing the exhaustion of his body and mind, Yang Hao slept all night.

The next day, Yang Hao got up early and, together with the others, went to the wounded barracks.

In the previous life, those leaders had seen a lot of the means of asking for warmth, and Yang Hao was naturally extremely skillful.

Seeing Yang Hao come to visit him in person, the injured and sick people were excited to get up and bow down, Yang Hao naturally hurriedly stopped these people, and said that the wounded soldiers were grateful, and they couldn't wait to give up their lives for Yang Hao.

Seeing this, Yang Hao scolded himself shamelessly in his heart.

These ancients are much simpler than modern people, Yang Hao's simple words bought people's hearts and made him earn a wave of popularity, but he knows very well that these are bullshit, even if his acting skills are perfect, but hypocrisy is hypocrisy, and he deceives others, but he can't deceive himself.

Lacking antibiotics and effective medical treatment, Yang Hao could only use the medical methods he knew to try his best to save the lives of these soldiers, and sterilized bandages and clean wards were naturally indispensable.

But some soldiers are too seriously injured to survive, even if Yang Hao is prepared, but whether the rest of the people can survive can only be left to fate.

The soldier's painful moans made Yang Hao's desire for medical treatment even more urgent.

It reminded him of the old priest.

"I hope he can bring me some good news!"

Yang Hao shook his head helplessly.

Out of the wounded barracks, people were assigned to arrange manpower here, and they were ordered to do everything possible to ensure the living conditions of the soldiers.

Yang Hao's half-show, half-sincere move immediately won the love of the Great Qi General.

How merciful it was for a high leader to grieve over the life of a soldier, something they had never heard of.

What's more, Yang Hao led them to win more with less, and won this almost inevitable war with unbelievable stratagems.

Yang Hao's prestige has reached its peak in the hearts of everyone, and everyone feels that as long as Yang Hao is there, the Great Qi tribe will defeat one enemy after another, as for the embarrassed appearance of losing his armor at the time of the fiasco, the curse on Yang Hao has been subconsciously and selectively forgotten.

After the cavalry hurriedly had breakfast, they quickly returned to Qi City to spread the news of the army's victory to the remaining clansmen.