There is a saying in the art of war, which is called a soldier who defeats others without fighting.

Luo Yongsheng couldn't afford to be a master of military strategy, but he understood human feelings, knew people's hearts, and knew accidents.

The reason why the Wugang army surrendered had nothing to do with whether he was the King of Chu or the Emperor of Humanity. These surrendered generals and soldiers could not have been because of the general trend of the world and the surrender of their country. They just wanted to survive.

It is not embarrassing to surrender to survive.

If you hit the horizon, they will take advantage of it.

Since they want to live, Luo Yongsheng has to do his best to ensure that they survive.

So after gathering up this group of prisoners that were as many as 30,000 soldiers he brought, Luo Yongsheng's first thing was not to tie them up and press them to Changsha, but to find Peng An to borrow hundreds of local chieftains' witch doctors.

Boil the pot and boil the medicine to cure the prisoners of the Wugang Army!

"Some people say, some people think that after you surrender, you will become prisoners, do those hard and tired city construction work, and then be tattooed on the cheek and sent to the slaves."

Luo Yongsheng walked into the Wugang Army camp with wooden boxes in both hands, brought out the medicine soup, sootheed a scared young Wugang Army soldier, pulled the spoon to blow away the heat, and fed the medicine for the latter himself.

"This idea is wrong, it is wrong. You are soldiers, soldiers, not criminals and prisoners.

Before today, you fought for the pseudo-Song, so you are the enemy of Gu. We meet on the battlefield and fight against each other. This is correct. No one in the world can say you are wrong. After today, you fight for the Great Chu, so you will naturally be Gu's brothers and sisters.

I can do unruly and stupid things that hurt my brothers and sisters. I will not only not hurt you, but I will also do my best to heal you. When your illness is cured, I want to continue to join the army and welcome you openly.

If you don’t want to join the army, if you want to go home, I will send you some money and give you land to you so that you can live a peaceful life when you go home.

Some families are far away from home, and their families are still under the rule of the pseudo-Song court and dare not join the army to fight with the Lone, and they will not stop you. They will also send you money and even send your weapons back to you. See you again on the battlefield tomorrow. You are still the best soldiers and the best soldiers in the world!"

The dozens of prisoners in the camp were moved to tears, especially the young man who was forced to feed medicine to the loyalty by Luo Yongsheng, and his nose was snot and tears, and his mouth was a benevolent and righteous King of Chu. He wanted to die for the King of Chu.

"Don't say that you can't die, it's not auspicious at all." Luo Yongsheng finished feeding a bowl of medicinal soup, took out the silk from his arms with a smile, and wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth: "Your task now is to recuperate and recover from health as soon as possible. This is my only wish."

After saying that, he patted the young man's hand, stood up and left, with a cry of gratitude behind him.

Zhu Kefu, who accompanied Luo Yongsheng to explore the camp, looked at him and said to Peng Cheng: "The king is a man of heaven. The way to attack the heart of military tactics is no longer the king's right."

“That’s.”

Peng Cheng looked glaring and was proud: "Don't you praise Jun Guard every day for being so powerful, that's so powerful? Jun Guard is also a student taught by our king. All the students are so powerful, so those who are teachers are naturally even more powerful."

"Yes, yes." Zhu Kefu nodded repeatedly and whispered: "Oh Lao Peng, didn't you say you wanted to apply to join the Jun Guard some time ago? How about it? Did General Zheng Yan approve it?"

"That's more to say?"

Peng Cheng smiled loudly, took out a letter from his arms and shook it in front of Zhu Kefu, showing off: "Old Yan personally approved it, but he was my sponsor himself, and he didn't even have an inspection period. I, Old Peng, are now a member of the Jun Guard."

The two were chatting when they heard Luo Yongsheng's voice: "Save the time, send the medicine to cure the patients in the Wugang army as soon as possible."

"Affect the order."

Not daring to talk anymore, Zhu Peng and his two hurriedly took the errands and called on their own soldiers to remove the medicine from the chariot in the camp, and imitated Luo Yongsheng to go down to the barracks to deliver medicine.

"This medicine was really sent by the King of Chu. Did the King of Chu say he wanted to treat us?"

A surrendered Wugang army with beards raised this question and looked at the medicine soup in front of them incredibly.

"Otherwise? Could it be that God can still urinate?"

A Luo Yongsheng's personal soldier smiled and fed the medicine, while joking, "If God really urinated on the fairy urine, then you will be blessed."

"Why?"

As a captive surrendered army, especially the surrendered army with this risk of infectious disease, according to the past practice, they were executed on the spot. As a head man, when he learned that he was sick, the general surrendered to Luo Chu, he was ready to die with his eyes closed. He never dreamed that what he saw when he opened his eyes was not a sword, but a bowl of steaming medicine soup.

"The king said that it was an enemy before, but now it is a brother, so it is not natural to save the brother."

The personal soldiers were feeding the medicine, but they didn't listen. The spits flew everywhere, and they didn't splash into the medicine: "Besides, everyone is Chinese, what are the differences between Song and Chu? Song and Chu are just a country name. Do you have this country name? Are we not a blood-born compatriot?

Before you fought for the pseudo-Song, and we fought for the Great Chu, but we only had to fight for their own masters. Now you have all taken the initiative to put down your weapons and stop fighting. Of course, we have to save you and our blood-born compatriots."

The bearded man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his choked throat couldn't spit out even a word. He could only silently shed tears and swallowed the hot medicine soup into his stomach.

"The heavenly fortune cycle is circulating, and Song loses virtue, so it is natural that it should change dynasties. But no matter how it changes, whether it changes Sui, Tang or Chu or Chu, we are still the Chinese, and your Wugang army is also Chinese. So after listening to my brother's advice, fighting for the Great Chu is fighting for China, cede land and paying compensation, and the pseudo-Song, who faces the Khitan barbarians, cannot represent China."

The personal soldiers put away the empty medicine bowl and turned around to leave, and heard the bearded man behind him shouting.

"Can you fight for the King of Chu and the Great Chu?"

The personal soldiers stopped and then turned around and smiled brightly: "Of course, whenever you are willing, brother, I am very much looking forward to the day when you fight side by side with you, because the king said that you are the best soldiers in the world and the best soldiers."

The personal soldiers left, leaving behind a bearded man and dozens of surrendered troops who were equally shocked, each muttering silently.

And this murmur eventually turned into a sentence from a bearded man.

"Brothers, when we recover from the illness, we must repay the kindness of the King of Chu."
Chapter completed!