Ran Wu's previous words had basically broken the fighting spirit of the remnants of the Ming army, and now he had issued an ultimatum, and that thin incense stick had become the focus of everyone's attention at the moment.

Watching the red dots of the incense head spread downward little by little, the psychological pressure of the remnants of the Ming army became more and more intense. If it weren't for Cao Bianjiao's long-standing prestige still playing a role, I'm afraid that someone would have already thrown down their weapons and surrendered at this time.

Cao Bianjiao looked at the incense stick that burned downward, and slowly turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him who had lost all morale, and finally smiled bitterly, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and his body tilted and fell under the horse.

His pride did not allow him to surrender, and the blood in his heart finally spurted out in his frustration and despair, exhausting his last insistence.

"Your Excellency!"

"General!"

A group of pro-soldiers around shouted urgently, jumped off their horses and went to help Cao Bianjiao.

Ran Wu was stunned for a moment, thinking that a fight was about to start, and his psychological offensive was in vain, but he didn't expect Cao Bianjiao to vomit blood and coma at this juncture, this was a good opportunity, and he immediately shouted: "Cao Bianjiao is dead, don't you surrender quickly!" ”

Everyone saw the scene of Cao Bianjiao falling off his horse in a coma, and those Ming soldiers who were stunned because of this came back to their senses by Ran Wu's shout.

Now that Cao Zongbing is dead, there is naturally no obstacle to surrendering.

One of the soldiers threw down the long knife in his hand, removed the bow and arrow from his back, and even drew the dagger in his boot and threw it to the ground, then jumped off his horse and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

Someone took the lead, and the momentum of surrender spread rapidly, and more and more soldiers threw away their weapons, jumped off their horses, and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

As soon as the incense burned out, the vast majority of the soldiers threw away their weapons and surrendered.

Now in their minds, the battle was fundamentally wrong and unnecessary, so there was nothing difficult to accept in surrendering to an army that was stronger than the Ming army and was also Han Chinese.

In the end, there were only the two hundred personal soldiers around Cao Bianjiao, that is, his family.

These people are the soldiers who Cao Bianjiao used his own money to feed the armed soldiers, there is no court in their eyes, there is no righteousness, only Cao Bianjiao, so their loyalty to Cao Bianjiao is the highest, and Cao Bianjiao is a relationship of glory and loss.

At this moment, they watched all the robes dismount and surrender, they all clenched the knives in their hands, facing outward, and formed a circle, surrounding Cao Bianjiao, who was unconscious and unconscious like gold paper, in the middle, and their eyes flashed with decisive light.

Ran Wu looked at the expressions of these people and knew that it was difficult for these people to persuade them to surrender, because they were all dead soldiers. The dead are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death.

He shook his head, slowly raised his hand, and was about to give the order to charge, when he suddenly heard a weak voice burst out from the circle surrounded by Cao Bianjiao's personal soldiers: "Wait! ”

Ran Wu's hand raised in the air stopped, did not wave, and looked coldly at the figure that staggered up from the middle of the circle.

It was Cao Bianjiao, he woke up at the last moment when his subordinates were about to die, his face was pale and sad, he put aside the personal soldiers surrounding him, staggered out with the long knife in his hand, and moved step by step to ten steps in front of Ran Wuma before stopping.

He took off his helmet, threw it on the ground, and stabbed the long knife in his hand into the ground to support his weak body, raised his head to look at Ran Wu, and said with a wry smile: "I never thought that I would be defeated in your hands, and I was defeated so embarrassed and so quickly. I really don't understand what kind of people can bring out such a strong army as yours! How the hell did that guy do it?

I'm unwilling, unwilling! I, Cao Bianjiao, will not admit defeat easily, and I will not admit defeat today. But you are right in saying that I have no reason to let these soldiers accompany me to die, and they will die on the battlefield of killing the Tartars. So I surrendered. You remember, I didn't surrender because I was afraid of death, nor because I conceded defeat, I just didn't want these brothers to die because of me. But don't be too happy, the Governor's army of 30,000 will soon arrive, and it is not certain who will win or lose. I want to see with my own eyes the day you fail. ”

Ran Wu smiled slightly: "Fortunately, you are not stupid to the point of being irretrievable. And you'll never see the day we fail. What you see will be my lord and our lord leading us to plant the banner of the Jiang family army in every city and every piece of land in the world. If you don't believe it, you just live well and wait to see that day come. ”

Cao Bianjiao stared at Ran Wu stunned for a long time, and after making sure that his tone was very serious and sincere, he spit out a sentence for a while: "Okay, I'll wait for that day." ”

Then he slowly turned around and shouted at the more than two hundred soldiers who were still holding weapons, "Brothers, you have done a good job. Now put down your sword and gun. We came to Liaodong to fight the Tartars, since there are people who are more suitable for fighting the Tartars than us, then we will take a good look at how they kill the Tartars, you guys, watch it with me! ”

Those pro-soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, and finally threw away the weapons in their hands and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

"You're a gentleman." Ran Wu said a word to Cao Bianjiao's back, then slowly put his hand down, turned around and rode away.

Behind him, there were generals who went to tie up the prisoners, clean up the battlefield, and gather the scattered horses.

According to the prior tactical arrangement, the goal of pinching the head and removing the tail has been completed, and the 10,000 front and 10,000 rear armies of the Ming army have all been wiped out, and now there are only 30,000 Chinese troops led by Yuan Chonghuan himself.

The entire Ming army has gone out of five, and the rest is to surround Yuan Chonghuan's 30,000 horses.

Ran Wu called a centurion and instructed: "Go back and report to the lord, it means that a total of 20,000 people in the front and rear armies of the army have been completely wiped out, and Hong Chengchou and Cao Bianjiao have been captured by our army. The general will lead his headquarters to attack and harass Yuan Chonghuan's central army, and ask the lord to lead the main force to set up a formation in the predetermined area to intercept the Ming army, and at the same time let the general Shanjia lead his troops to come over to collect and escort the prisoners. In addition, Hong Chengchou and Cao Bianjiao's general soldier Dayin brought it back to the lord together. ”

"No!" The centurion took the order with a bang, packed up his things, took Ran Wu's identity token, and flew away to the northwest with a few horsemen.

After the centurion left, Ran Wu stood tall on his horse and set his eyes on the southeast direction, which was the direction from which Yuan Chonghuan's army came, and said to himself: "Inspector Yuan? Now it's your turn, and I hope you don't disappoint me too much. ”