After a song, Mo xiuyao let go of the ebony lute in his hand and held her in his arms. "Cry, Ali I'm sorry, it's all my fault… " Ye Li leaned against Mo xiuyao's arms and finally cried out.
Mo xiuyao gently patted her vest, half drooping eyes full of love and affection.
As soon as the two returned to the general's house, they were met by Feng San Gong, who was nearly crazy. Seeing the two men coming hand in hand, Feng Zhiyao rushed over, grabbed Mo xiuyao's collar and called, "Lord Ding! Where the hell have you been?! Do you want to decide whether you want to deal with the official documents in the study! What's more, it's clear that you asked us to deal with something, but you couldn't see anyone. What do you want The third young master Feng was so angry that he didn't care about the following. He yelled at Mo xiuyao.
The sudden outbreak of Feng Zhiyao really scared Ye Li and Mo xiuyao. Mo xiuyao soon came back to his senses and calmly pushed aside his hand, which was holding his lapel. He said, "Fengsan, please tell me what's going on."
Feng Zhiyao sneered, "speak slowly. I want to talk slowly. I have to find someone. Just after the war, so many things have not been dealt with. So many of us put down our affairs to listen to your Lord Ding's instructions. As a result, we haven't even found a personal shadow! "
Hearing the speech, Ye Li couldn't help feeling guilty. In the end, Mo xiuyao ran out so willfully to find her. Step forward and whisper to Feng Zhiyao: "Feng San, what happened today…"
Feng Zhiyao raised his hand and said, "princess, you don't have to speak for him. What's more We don't dare to blame his highness Ding Wang, don't we? It's just plain complaining. Please punish him. " It's not surprising that fengzhiyao wants to get angry. As soon as the war stops, he is busy, but he doesn't know it's feihongguan. It has lasted for nearly a year. All the places outside feihongguan are in a mess. Everyone is busier than before the war is over. But the person who should be most busy can't find a trace. Not only Mo xiuyao is missing, but also Han Mingyue, who can help us usually, doesn't know where to go. Feng Zhiyao was lucky for a long time to the empty study and the piles of files. Finally, she could not help but vent out.
In addition to Ye Li and Mo xiuyao, all present looked at the distance of Phoenix with the look of warrior and admiration. It's a great courage to shout at the king in public.
Mo xiuyao, however, had an unexpected and rare good temper, and said with a smile, "OK, I know. Make sure that everything will be dealt with in the morning. "
Feng Zhiyao picks eyebrows, "tomorrow morning?"
"Any comments?" Mo xiuyao said.
"No Feng Zhiyao quickly shakes his head. As long as Ding Wang is willing to do it, the efficiency is still very considerable. How can fengzhiyao have an opinion?
A group of people went into the study and sat down. Feng Zhiyao gasped and asked, "what's the matter with Wang Ye calling us here in the morning?" Just a moment of anger in the forehead, now drink a cup of tea, calm down, Feng Zhiyao also feel a little impulsive. It was polite to ask Mo xiuyao. Mo xiuyao took Ye Li and sat down with a smile: "it's nothing. I want to talk about the disposal of the wounded and wounded soldiers. "
Speaking of this, Feng Zhiyao's look became serious. He took out a copy from a pile of files that he kept nearby and said in a deep voice, "the specific figures have not been counted out since the nearly one year's war. But this time, there have been casualties in feihongguan. There were 237600 soldiers stationed in feihongguan, including Qilin. But only thirteen hundred and twenty-seven of them survived, of whom 19 were officers above the rank of captain, and seven were Deputy generals. "
Even Mo xiuyao was silent for a long time. Over the years, such a heavy casualty rate is the first time in addition to the tragedy of the Mohist army in huifenggu more than ten years ago. It is almost a wounded casualty. Moreover, those stationed at feihongguan were elite soldiers of the Mohist army, not those of the great Chu soldiers that Mo xiuyao had just accepted. It's just that one battle is so tragic, not to mention the casualties in the past six months. It is roughly estimated that the number of Mohist army's elite soldiers has been at least 60.7 million since the settlement of the siege of Chujing. Originally less than a million Mohist army elite soldiers are still only two or three percent. The others were the remnant soldiers of the great Chu who had been recovered before. This time, Mo xiuyao took in hundreds of thousands of Chu troops, as well as the recruits who had just entered the camp in Northwest China.
This battle is not a battle in which both sides lose, but all parties involved have paid a huge price. It is no wonder that Mo xiuyao no longer plans to attack the great Chu and Xiling.
Looking at the startling figures in front of them, the three people could not help but be silent. The atmosphere became more and more dignified. Mo xiuyao pondered for a moment and said, "Feng San, you have to pass on the king's order. The pensions of all the soldiers who died in battle must be paid out one by one. There are also wounded soldiers who must be properly placed. If you have any problems, you can ask them to come directly to Ben Wang. "
Feng Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, or nodded. It is undoubtedly a huge project for the Ding palace to settle so many dead soldiers and wounded soldiers. But it's really what they should do, and it's the only thing they can do. Let the dead rest in peace.
Ye Li said: "all the silver from the exchange of prisoners from Xiling can be used on this. If it's not enough, you can ask Han Qingyao and come back and say it to me. " Feng Zhiyao quickly thanks Ye Li. Mo xiuyao thinks for a moment and says, "Ali, don't worry. Soon we'll have other revenue. ""Other inputs?" Ye Li picks her eyebrows.
Mo xiuyao sneered, "of course. There are also reparations for Beirong, Xiling and Dachu. "
The battle is not so good. If you win, you may not be at ease. But if you lose, it will be a disaster. Since ancient times, it has been a common practice for those who have lost the battle to pay tribute or to pay compensation. Mo xiuyao had no interest in paying tribute to his ministers. Since he was not sincere, he didn't have to do the play, but compensation was necessary.
When Feng Zhiyao heard the words, he couldn't help but clap and smile: "what the LORD said is good. I forgot about it
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