In the face of more than 400 prisoners of war, how to deal with this is a question.

If this is just a normal battle between the two armies, needless to say, after winning the battle, send someone to escort these prisoners of war directly back to the city.

But the problem is that we are not a normal battle between two armies.

Not only did we not have more than 400 men to escort them back, but we did not finish the battle, but we had to continue to fight forward.

And take it with you?

It's not entirely feasible either.

Even if we remove the armor and weapons of these people, we ourselves are a team of 500 people, how can we manage these more than 400 prisoners of war? If you don't manage it well, you will burn yourself.

Song Fusheng scooped a mouthful of porridge with a rice spoon, and only drank two sips, and there was a sound of crying father calling his mother outside.

"What's going on?"

"There are dishonest people with dishonest eyes, and at first glance, they are soldiers, and the four strong have killed a few, probably to scare them."

Song Fusheng nodded, and continued to scoop the porridge and drink it with his bloodstained hands.

The prisoners of war were tied up and are now kneeling outside.

To be precise, he is kneeling in a "minefield".

Let them be afraid and frightened in their hearts first, dare to move, if there is a muffled thunder and something that does not explode, it will detonate, then don't blame him, do it yourself.

And our own people are to draw out a few guards from afar, with bows and arrows in their hands, and if there is a dishonest person kneeling there, we will shoot them to death immediately.

There were also a few people with grenades in their hands, standing aside to watch.

The more than 400 prisoners of war who were engaged in this are now infighting.

kneeling there and fighting, scolding the soldiers who were scared and crying their fathers and mothers: "You cry a little bit, shut up!" ”

Everyone is afraid of crying too loudly, or kneeling here and not looking so honest, will provoke the grenade.

The guy threw it over, and none of the people kneeling here ran away.

"Report, head!"

Song Fusheng took the rice spoon and looked back, "Say." ”

Xiao Quanzi didn't cry when he killed someone, but his eyes were red at the moment: "Head, you better come with me." ”

Song Fusheng glanced at him and followed.

When you see cannonballs, bags of arrows and feathers and other accessories weapons.

There are also rice noodles.

That's rice noodles, at first glance, it's fine rations, meat grains, and of course, big lieba and milk bricks, and a box of packaging is extraordinary, what is this? Sesame paste? It's black.

Song Fusheng also understood why Xiao Quanzi's eyes were red.

His young master's rations are all here.

The young master of his family usually eats well when he goes to the battlefield.

Xiao Quanzi choked up: "The rations were intercepted here, so what is my young master eating now." ”

Your young master?

Your young master is catching fish, and he doesn't pay attention to eating and drinking anymore.

He perfectly interprets what to say when it comes.

"Report, third uncle!"

Song Fusheng ordered Xiao Quanzi and the "Lu Jiajun" to put away their sadness, and they were not better at loading these cannons than anything, and they were called away by Da Lang in a hurry.

Da Lang also didn't report well, and asked Song Fusheng to go and see it in person with a white face.

One or two, if you have something to say, just say it.

"What's the ...... here," Song Fusheng held back the rest of his words.

Unprepared, I saw a dense crowd of human heads.

Also to the pile into a cone.

It turned out that the "people's fire" seen in the telescope was only burned corpses, but the human heads were cut off separately and piled into a tower.

Its purpose is to intimidate the people who came later, and it may be even more for the generals who came to the rescue later.

Song Fusheng looked angrily at one of the prisoners of war who was pulled in front of him.

The prisoner of war trembled and told him, "No, it's not for us, yes, it's the King of Qi who has always made us like this." ”

At this moment, Song Fusheng hated one person like never before, and that was King Qi.

No wonder he was able to ignore the life and death of the people in his city, so that his ancient father-in-law was so old that he went to block the city wall.

No wonder he was able to force the young women of his brother-in-law and daughter-in-law to go to the labor army.

No wonder he was able to abandon the city and flee at the first time, completely handing over his hometown in ancient times, without any humanity at all, and without a trace of compulsion.

No wonder?

"Report, third uncle."

"Say."

"Look." Gao Tietou has been in charge of picking up the prisoners who were injured by the explosion from the side of the road.

Song Fugui is with people, responsible for searching for the dead on the mountain, and throwing the dead ones down together, and burning them later to prevent the disease.

"This is Uncle Fugui, who was found out of a dead general."

Song Fusheng looked at the letter from King Qi to this general, glanced at a few lines, and after reading it, he wanted to scold King Qi even more for that deflated calf.

King Qi ran away again and again.

It was quite damaged before running.

The general content of the letter seemed to him to be a fool.

Fooling these two thousand soldiers, as well as a large number of soldiers in the ambush in Gejin Land ahead, must be ambushed at the place where Huang Ye must pass through, and the place where the "No. 7" grain delivery site must pass.

Trap the grain team, so that Lu Pan has no backup, so as to cooperate with King Lu who is attacking Lu Jia's army in front.

The letter also instructed not to concede confrontation with the "Lu family thief", because the Lu family thief has an extremely powerful copper cannon.

But if you can intercept the supplies and cannonballs of the "little thief", and the troops of King Lu in front will exhaust the existing cannonballs of the "Lu family thief", you will go again.

Waiting to take the head of the Lu family's thief......

A great achievement, and a marquis afterwards.

Song Fusheng squinted at the letter in his hand:

Waiting? You can't keep your own king, I think you're playing monkey!

This King of Qi, one day, if Lao Tzu can meet you, will I do something, I will also find a way to kill you.

Song Fusheng was stimulated by these heads, and those were all the lives of the people.

How many old mothers have lost their sons.

How many children have lost their fathers.

How many women have lost their husbands.

For a moment, to be honest, he looked at those prisoners of war extremely unpleasantly, and he wanted to ...... them all

But when more than 400 people fell to their knees and begged him, crying and saying that we too had been forcibly recruited, we took off this uniform and were like you. And the pit killing is an order, and if we don't listen to it, we are disobeying the military order.

There are also prisoners of war crying and reporting: "King, the two of them are generations of military households, and we are different from them."

In exchange for him being alive, the prisoners of war began to report each other.

In the end, only seven were reported.

There are more than 400 people, only seven "professional" soldiers, Song Fusheng believe it or not? And he did.

Because the king of Qi must have run away first with a good team, and the good soldiers had already taken away.

The remaining two or five sons, if they weren't stupid, would not believe that they had won the "Lu family thief", made a marquis, and then according to what the letter said, they went to find King Lu.

What are you doing with King Lu, let them escape to Haizhou by boat.

Haizhou, my daughter said, isn't that the modern Lianyungang.

Can King Lu take you? A bunch of cannon fodder.

Besides, it's up to you, you wait for the "Lu family thief" to eat enough, and you can clean up for your crying father and mother.

Song Fugui held the spear in both hands and shook his head: "Hurry up, quick." ”

More than 300 prisoners of war were tied up and climbed up the hill in strings.

In the big stone cave, Song Fugui teased his bangs, blocked his eyes, and shouted:

"I tell you, we've got thunder around this cave.

To be honest, there is a mixed thunder, and it will be fried when it is mixed.

There are also trampling mines, I can't remember where they were buried, one by one.

Honestly, I can throw some food and water into it for you in a day.

But if any of you want to get out of the cave to breathe and escape, then you can be bombed together, but there is a companion on the Huangquan Road.

Anyway, I won't say more, you can come out and try it yourself. ”

Outside, down the hill.

Song Fusheng was entangled by his eldest brother.

"Why can you take those more than 100 prisoners of war with you, but not me?"

Yes, Song Fusheng selected more than 100 prisoners of war who looked honest and gave him carts to sell coolies.

Isn't that also a lot intercepted?

Their own people are going to pull the shells, and they are going to pull the land side along the way.

"Big brother, listen to me, you're injured."

Song Fucai was unhappy: "I only injured my arm, not my leg." ”

"But our group, twenty-seven of whom have been wounded in the legs, can no longer travel with the team.

How can they guard the people in the cave when they have injured their legs?

Listen to me, big brother, you have to take care of these people.

I will leave food for you, a shed for you, medicine for your wounds, and some grenades for self-defense, while you recuperate while waiting for people.

As long as you don't have any leg injuries, you have to wait for the emperor's food team or rescue army.

When you see a team coming, you have to run to find someone, and even the people have officials in the team, one is to talk about the situation in the cave.

The second is to tell them to pass by this place and go around, there is a stuffy thunder there, don't blow up our own people. We don't have time to dig out the thunder that didn't sound. ”

"But what if there are no reinforcements and no food team?"

"Ten days, ten days at most, Lu Pan will definitely send someone to pick you up."

Song Fucai responded.

Song Fusheng patted his eldest brother on the shoulder and instructed some details.