Surrender has become inevitable, and a 500-strong Song army only held out for a little more than a quarter of an hour before ending with disarming and surrendering.

"Young master, I don't know what to say to you now."

The admiration in Tong Xilin's eyes is simply indescribable.

Yang Guo smiled: "This is just the beginning."

"We are going to do big things in the future, don't forget to explain your things before, the battle is over, but the finishing work is the most important."

Tong Xilin said with a smile: "Young master, don't worry, whether it is the end or winning people's hearts, our group of girls from White Camel Mountain are the best."

……

In the battle between the Haisha Gang and the Song army, the casualties were minimal, under the leadership of Yang Guo, the head was pinched, the tail was removed, and the Song army was caught off guard by the Song army that was hit on three sides, and after the Song army suffered more than 100 casualties, the rest all surrendered, and no one escaped.

After the Song army disarmed and surrendered, they were all escorted to Fengshan.

This group of Song troops was terrified, only thinking that the Mongols were about to invade the Song, and they finally escaped the Mongols' butcher's knife, but in the end they were buried in the hands of a group of mountain bandits.

More than 300 bare-handed Song troops were escorted to a clearing on Fengshan.

The cowardly of them were already frightened, and they thought that this group of mountain bandits was going to kill them all.

But in the midst of this torment, Tong Xilin slowly walked onto a high platform, when did the big-headed soldiers in this group of Song soldiers see such a beauty, when they were on the battlefield before, the scene was too chaotic, and they didn't see it clearly, but now look, this group of big-headed soldiers of the Song army only felt that even if they died, if they could let this kind of beauty cut off their heads in person, they would not complain.

And Tong Xilin on the high platform, what she wants to do is not at all expected by this group of captured Song Jun.

I saw her speak slowly, and her crisp and pleasant voice instantly entered everyone's ears.

"Brothers, just now we belonged to different camps, so it was inevitable that there would be some misunderstandings between each other, but now that we are a family, the misunderstanding will naturally be resolved."

……

In fact, Yang Guo has not only prepared to fight an ambush in the past two days.

He also did a lot of things, to keep the governor of Nanyang in Nanyang City for the time being, and to further encroach on the Song army in Nanyang.

And to encroach on the Song army and let them use it for their own use, the first step is the most important ideological work.

……

"Brother, where are you?" , Yang Guo patted the shoulder of a captured Song Jun and asked.

The captured Song Jun replied in fear: "If you go back to the king, I am from Shandong."

After Yang Guo heard this, he said excitedly: "Coincidentally, I am also from Shandong, we Shandong people are the most righteous, it is said that the Mongols are about to invade the Song Dynasty, at this time, we Shandong men, can not do those things that abandon our home and country."

"If we all leave, what will happen to the 100,000 people in Nanyang?"

The captured Song Jun saw that this unknown mountain king had directly moved out of the relationship with his fellow villagers, and he greeted him with a smile, so he naturally felt a little closer, although he was still timid, but he couldn't help but talk to him.

And at the same time, many people in the Haisha Gang are doing the same thing, no matter where these captured Song Jun's hometowns are, there must be people in the Haisha Gang who are their fellow villagers.

At this moment, even the four ghosts of the Yellow River were busy.

Qian Qingjian patted the head of a Song Jundu who was lucky not to be killed and said: "Brother, is it just to eat food when you are a soldier?" ”。

"Let's follow the right person, a soldier, a nest of bears, I think you have the posture of a general, and you will become a great weapon in the future, but a good horse still needs Bole, what is Nanyang Zhizhou, seeing that the Mongolians are coming, the first thing that comes to mind is to send their families and goods to a safe place first."

"This kind of person is garbage, how can he be compared with my little prince."

"Follow the little prince, countless glory and wealth are waiting for you."

……

An hour ago, they were still fighting and killing, and an hour later, the people of the Haisha Gang had already hooked up with this group of Song troops.

screamed one brother after another, and this affectionate energy made this group of Song soldiers a little embarrassed.

……

"Brothers, come, it's time to eat."

In the afternoon of the same day, after tossing for several hours, the meal finally began.

I saw Tong Xilin leading dozens of beautiful girls from the White Camel Mountain, bringing the big basket of steamed buns, rice, and vegetable soup to this group of Song army soldiers.

"Brothers, come on, try my sister's handiwork."

While speaking, Tong Xilin stuffed two big steamed buns into the hands of a Song army soldier, and the steamed bun sent by the beauty herself, the Song army soldier only felt that happiness came too suddenly.

……

That night, Yang Guo, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, and Tong Xilin Sarina and others reunited together.

Yang Guo glanced at the four ghosts of the Yellow River: "Are all the captives asleep?" ”。

Shen Qinggang nodded: "Sleep, in the final analysis, they are just some soldiers, seeing that the little prince does not kill, they can sleep soundly."

Yang Guo took a deep breath: "There is no way to do this now, I want to occupy Nanyang for our use."

"So for the Song army, it is the best policy to lure and surrender, and it is not easy to kill too many people, otherwise, how can we let the Song army take refuge in our side."

"Recently, you must work harder, and you must do a good job and do it thoroughly."

The four ghosts of the Yellow River nodded hurriedly.

Tong Xilin said: "Young master, I've thought about it, why don't you have a party tomorrow or something, our girls in White Camel Mountain are not only good at cultivating, but also good at singing and dancing."

"I don't mean to show people with color, but just to liven up the atmosphere and integrate these more than 300 Song troops in the shortest possible time."

Yang Guo thought for a while: "Yes, but it's superficial."

"At tomorrow's party, eat and drink and get ready, just come to a few songs and dances, and most importantly, at the party, find some eloquent people to talk about some of the atrocities committed by the Mongols, and by the way, talk about the incompetence of the Song court, so that this group of captives will be indignant at the Mongols at the same time, and then disappointed in the incompetence of the Song court."

"Let them feel that only by following us can they be regarded as following the right person, and they can see hope in the future."

"Do you know what I mean?"

The four ghosts of the Yellow River glanced at each other: "Little prince, just those things that the Mongols have done, they don't just come with their mouths open."

"Don't worry, we understand what you mean, our four brothers are in this matter, and we promise to do it for you clearly."