Chapter 270 One Million Prisoners
Several military orders were issued in succession, and there was no sound from the commander's tent. There was a faint sound of the cold-blooded Tie Fu Guard's horses kicking outside.
Xin Zhuo looked at Wangyuejing again, but there was still no change.
Just sit down cross-legged, close your eyes and relax.
At noon on the second day, news came——
Yuchi Shuozhen has led his people to occupy the baggage granary of the Western Region Alliance Army in Jiwei Town. The armor, equipment, food, and baggage are unimaginable. According to statistics from the quartermaster, it is enough for an army of 500,000 to last for three months.
Half a million troops for three months?
The Western Qin Army's own army of hundreds of thousands, plus 800,000 captives from the Western Regions, left Qinghu Bay with more than 200,000 remaining soldiers from the plague, a total of more than 1.1 million.
This is definitely not something that more than a million troops can hold out for a month and a half.
In the afternoon, another news came. Bai Xuanji and the five girls from Xiongzhang arrived in Guiwei Prefecture. The news of the defeat of the Western Region Army had reached there, and one prefecture and six prefectures were waiting for the wind.
Immediately afterwards, one state, eight prefectures, and seventy-two Western Region tribes in Qiuling Prefecture were in chaos. Uprisings were everywhere, and many people turned against the Western Qin Dynasty.
The situation in all directions is excellent, but there is still no news about the defeated troops and prisoners in the Western Region.
Xin Zhuo continued to wait patiently until late at night on the third day.
Jiang Shisan arrived in a hurry and bowed down to report: "Governor Bingda, we encountered seventeen places of resistance. It lasted two days and one night, and they were all suppressed. Most of the Western Region Allied Forces were hit by the plague and were unable to do anything. Escaped and captured a total of 1.02 million people, only the ghosts were left Marshal Si Liuqi of Fang Kingdom, Prince Jingluji of Ghost Fang Kingdom, Princess Si Si'an of Gumo Kingdom, and Prince Anlu Feiying of An'an Kingdom and others led two thousand personal guards and fled to the direction of Ma Yuanzhe's family and Yuchi's family a thousand miles away! "
"Zhejia, Yuchijia..."
Xin Zhuo has some knowledge of these centuries-old frontier military clans. In addition to the Zhe family and the Yuchi family, there are also the Lin family, the Gusu family, and the Shu family!
These military lords have many children, many masters of martial arts, and extremely fierce private soldiers. Apart from the Jiang family, they are the most powerful family in the Western Qin land and even the Western Regions. They are Lin Haotian and others in the Western Qin army. Yuchijun and Zhantengkun are also the children of these powerful families.
A few months ago, the Western Qin Army suffered a disastrous defeat and lost three thousand miles of Ma Yuan and the Xihe Nine Waters Corridor. It is definitely due to the indifference of these aristocratic families in their work, or their perfunctory work!
It is said that they have surrendered the Western Region Army!
Xin Zhuo's eyes flickered, smiled, and said nothing, just asked: "Where are the prisoners?"
Jiang Shisan replied: "We are all from White Beach to Qinghu Bay."
......
It is early in the morning.
The king of the West Qin Commandery set out from his tent, surrounded by 800 iron floating guards and 7,000 West Qin iron cavalry, and headed straight for the white sand beach.
We will arrive at noon.
Before they even got close, they could already see a series of dilapidated camps and dark masses of decadent soldiers from the Western Regions, being driven closer together like pigs and dogs.
"Da da da..."
A large group of generals including Jiang Guyen, Lin Haotian, Tuoba Kedi, Jiang Yuxi and Jiang Maner have already come forward in the dust.
"Grand Governor!"
Everyone's expressions were more nervous, passionate and admiring than before. On that day, millions of troops fought in a decisive battle. There were too many battles, too many dangers, No one could remember the details of countless repeated attacks, but the Governor's attack by the central army and the terrifying unicorn shadow were something that no one could ignore.
They even believed that at least the governor alone took most of the credit for this battle.
Xin Zhuo nodded slightly and said with a smile: "You generals have worked hard!"
"The Governor has also worked hard!" Veteran Jiang Guen looked serious and saluted: "This battle is the Governor's. "
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said: "I am not a god, what credit can one person have? The old general has given me the award, and I am blushing."
Everyone smiled, and Yuchi Jun said: "We have carefully counted and captured 1,023,893 prisoners, but..."
After careful consideration, he said with a bitter smile: " It’s just that the plague is rampant. If so many people gather together, there will be trouble. Xiqin Erlang will use diapers to block his nose!” The horse galloped towards the vast prison camp.
The generals behind them were startled, and a chill could not help but rise in their hearts. They knew about the "plague" and had also heard about Zhang Guangpu and the nineteen lieutenant colonels. … Not only did he create the plague, but he also calculated the time for it to dissipate accurately?
What kind of calculation is this? When the old commander Jiang Wen was still alive, he was already a dragon among men, but he was no match for his son's plans.
He is only seventeen years old!
Everyone looked at each other and quickly caught up with the Governor.
The prison camp has arrived, and what you see is full of symptoms of decadence, fear, uneasiness and weakness of the "plague". The more than one million Western Region Allied Forces prisoners stretching for dozens of miles have changed from iron-blooded to murderous. They became languid, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and their eyes were a little numb.
Many of the soldiers from the Western Regions were seriously injured and were being supported by Pao Ze. Both the supporter and the wounded seemed a little dull.
There are also a group of female generals and soldiers among them. Their armors are broken and their white chests are exposed. They don't even hide it. It seems that they are about to die, and etiquette, justice and honor are no longer important.
Farther away, there were endless descending soldiers, sitting in various places, in a dead silence.
Xin Zhuo once imagined why there were many times more prisoners than the escorts, but they were still willing to be slaughtered. No one resisted. Even if you gnaw with your teeth, you might be able to defeat the enemy, right?
In fact, the Western Qin army captured 89,000 people and captured more than one million, which is a bit funny in itself.
Now I understand.
These people have lost confidence and hope. Everyone is shrouded in pessimism, and their hearts are filled with panic and fear after a great defeat. The frontal battle has been lost, so what can they do with resistance?
Or, they want someone to take the lead, but the person they want to lead also wants someone else to take the lead...
This kind of self-contradiction, self-denial and post-war decadence syndrome is enough to completely destroy their self-confidence.
Continuing to walk forward, you can occasionally see a group of soldiers from the Western Regions surrounding some people. Although they are dejected, they are still somewhat popular.
Xin Zhuo looked at these people carefully, his eyes changing from calm to complicated, and finally turned cold.
In front is the commander's tent guarding the camp. Xin Zhuo dismounted and walked in, sitting cross-legged on the commander's platform.
After a while, dozens of Western Qin army generals filed in, saluted and sat cross-legged in two rows.
Mr. Yuchi clasped his fists and said: "How to deal with these prisoners, please let the governor decide!"
The generals agreed one after another, which is what it should be. After all, it is necessary to capture all the Western Region Allied Forces. Even at this moment, the generals are still unable to understand the Governor's true intentions!
What’s the use of so many surrendered soldiers from the Western Regions? They can’t afford to support them!
Xin Zhuo glanced at the faces of the group of people and chuckled: "What do you think if I want to recruit these surrendered soldiers?"
The generals looked at each other. Jiang Guyen stood up first and refused: "This is not possible. If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. With so many surrendered soldiers, once they have armor and weapons, they will inevitably have different minds in the future and it will be difficult to control them." "
Yu Chijun also stood up and said: "If the governor wants to expand the army and restore the number of the Western Qin Army in the past, he can start from the three states and eighteen prefectures, the three hundred and eighty villages, and even the recovered ones. Recruitment from Sanqianli Mayuan and Xihe Jiushui Corridor! These soldiers are not available!"
(End of this chapter)