The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 889: Surrendering the Flag [Subscribe*Monthly Ticket]

"Maybe Bingzhou is really good!"

Zuo Xian Wang thought in his heart.

Being the king of the grassland is never an easy job, in this grassland where the strong are respected.

You don't need to be the king of the grassland. Even if you are just a small tribal chief, you will inevitably be abandoned by the tribe when you get old.

They are like a pack of wolves. When the alpha wolf and the wolf king get old, young alpha wolf and wolf king will appear and drive them out of the pack, leaving the old wolves to fend for themselves in the wild.

The same is true for tribes. They will abandon the old, weak and unproductive people, and then migrate with the tribe to follow the water and grass.

The old man, who has lost the ability to protect himself, can only become food for prairie wolves, wild beasts and ferocious birds.

Therefore, after Bao Ketu had the ability to replace him, Zuo Xian Wang was actually prepared to be replaced and die a violent death. Even in Zuo Xian Wang's view, this was the most normal and common thing.

"Father, you live well and live a long life, which is the greatest help to my child!"

Bao Ketu looked at his father.

Bingzhou came from the Central Plains and ruled the world with filial piety. If he killed his father with his own hands, even for Bingzhou, it would alienate other colleagues.

After all, who would dare to trust you, a person who can even kill your own father?
"Besides this, what else can your father do for you?" Zuo Xian Wang smiled and asked.

Who would want to die when you can live a good life?
"Persuade those tribal chiefs!" Bao Ketu thought about it. After all, Zuo Xian Wang was the leader of the entire Zuo Xian Wang tribe, and those tribal chiefs only recognized Zuo Xian Wang.

Although they actually have control over all the tribes, large and small, it is not direct control.

If they could get these clan leaders to surrender voluntarily and cooperate with them in completing the surrender work, it would be a huge help to these spies who are about to complete their identity transformation, both now and in the future.

Their work can also be more legitimate.

King Zuo Xian nodded slightly. The tribal leaders all listened to him, so this was not a difficult task for him. He also didn't want his son to be branded as a surrenderer.

If he does it himself, the youngest son can also say that he was forced, which will be of great benefit to Bao Ketu in regaining control of the tribe and winning the hearts of the people in the future.

The Choibalsan camp began to run out of food.

Because the baggage camp was destroyed and the main camp was surrounded by Bingzhou, food and fodder could not be transported in. So even in just one day, many tribal camps began to lack food.

Bao Ketu also pretended to send troops to break out twice, but was forced back both times, which caused Choibalsan's camp to fall into more panic.

"If you can't win, just surrender. What's the big deal? Isn't this the custom on our grassland?"

"The strong are respected. Bingzhou is stronger. So what if we depend on them?"

"Donghu or Bingzhou, what does it have to do with us? Can you give us a lamb or a calf?"

"I only know that I will work for whoever keeps me well fed and warm. As for who the master is, what does it have to do with us?"

"The armor on the other side is so tough, I want it."

"You can't fight me, and you can't escape me. Just wait to die."

"I feel pity for the lambs and calves in my tribe. I don't know which one of them will be given to them."

……

The morale of the entire Choibalsan camp was low, and the fighting spirit was negative. There was no longer the high spirit of resistance that they had at the beginning.

In a normal war, with such heavy losses, they would have been defeated long ago. If they had not been surrounded on Choibalsan Mountain and unable to escape, there would probably be few people left in the entire Choibalsan camp.

This is what the Steppe War was like, or maybe it’s what all wars were like.

After the great defeat, all the participants would return to their hometowns alone instead of looking for the army headquarters alone. This is why Bao Ketu set up the camp on Chobsan Mountain.

The grassland is too vast and sparsely populated.

Once a major defeat occurs, all tribes will return to their own areas, which will cause great trouble for Bingzhou to completely control the Donghu.

After all, Bingzhou seems to have strong soldiers and a large number of people, but if they are scattered across the vast grassland, they are just a drop in the ocean.

What's more, it was impossible for them to divide their troops to pursue those soldiers who fled back to their tribe.

Only by gathering them together and surrendering together can Bingzhou help occupy Zuo Xianwang's troops as soon as possible.

Three days later, Choibalsan's camp was completely out of food.

Morale was at its lowest point, and the anti-war and surrender sentiment spread throughout the entire camp. Even if one wanted to suppress it, it could not be suppressed.

King Zuo Xian also met with many tribal chiefs in the past two days. Without King Zuo Xian saying anything, the tribal chiefs took the initiative to persuade him to surrender to Bingzhou.

"Chan Yu, surrender! If you continue to fight, all the young men will be killed."

"Chanyu, we have persisted for so long and we have done our best for the royal court."

"The royal court doesn't care about us. If it did, it wouldn't have watched us being besieged for so long without sending any reinforcements."

"It was the Wang Ting who abandoned us first, why should we still work for them?"

King Zuo Xian looked at all the tribal leaders talking to each other, and he couldn't tell which of them were sincere and which were insincere. He couldn't even tell which of them were spies from Bingzhou.

Bingzhou had long been planning against the Donghu. These lurking spies had been lurking for too long and had long since merged with the various tribes. As long as they did not take the initiative to jump out, no one could guess whether they were human or ghost.

"Lower the royal flag!" Zuo Xian Wang sighed.

Although I had anticipated today's situation, I still felt complicated when the day finally came.

Lowering the royal flag also meant that the Zuoxian King of the Donghu tribe had completely become history, and was a signal to Bingzhou that they had chosen to surrender.

"Send people to the Bingzhou camp and announce to their general that we are willing to surrender!" King Zuoxian continued.

"Thank you, Chanyu!" All the tribal leaders breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced when they saw that Zuo Xian Wang was willing to surrender.

They had heard about Bingzhou's prosperity and the good life there.

The most important thing is that Bingzhou once caused a horrific incident of bloody massacre over 3,000 miles in the army of Zuo Xianwang.

Therefore, they were worried that if the stalemate continued, Bingzhou would cause killing again, and they would become the dead souls under the iron hoof of Bingzhou.

Fortunately, their Shan Yu really considered them and did not choose to continue to be the enemy of Bingzhou, otherwise...

In the Bingzhou vanguard camp, Han Xin received a report from the observation scout that the central army flag in the Qiaobashan camp had lowered the royal flag. He was delighted, knowing that Bao Ketu's plan had succeeded.

Now all he had to do was wait for Zuo Xian Wang's troops to send envoys to surrender.

Less than two hours after the royal flag was lowered at Chobsan's camp, the envoy of King Zuoxian also arrived at the vanguard camp, waiting to be summoned.

"It's you!" Han Xin received the envoy of Zuo Xian King in the big tent, but he did not expect that the visitor was Bao Ketu himself.

"Ahem~" Bao Ketu coughed twice. We didn't know each other openly.

Han Xin also reacted and quickly stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)