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"Our Zhao army is running across Yuzhou and can even defeat the Xiongnu. If we surrender our weapons and refuse to kill them, why don't you get out and surrender!"

Zhao Hanzhang was very satisfied. After Zhao Erlang finished threatening, she nodded to Fan Ying and motioned for her to come forward.

Fan Ying immediately stepped forward, cleared her throat and shouted inside, "Villages inside, listen, the governor knows that you were forced to become bandits!"

"The Huns are cruel. You live in groups just to protect yourself. We don't care about the past governors. As long as you come out, you will still be a good citizen of Yuzhou!" Fan Ying said loudly: "Our envoy is the third Zhao family of Xiping. Mom, keep your promise and never go back on it!"

Zhao Erlang on the side added, "If you don't come out, we will be wiped out!"

Only then did someone in the silent village poke their heads out to take a look. They saw soldiers and horses standing at the entrance of the village. You Qi took a quick look and saw that they were all people on horses. He swallowed nervously and retracted his head. .

"Brother, what should we do? Surrender or attack?"

A village like this, surrounded by fields on all sides and easily surrounded by people, would surrender as long as the people inside were not stupid.

This is also the reason why Zhao Hanzhang mainly recruits and surrenders. A group of people who make a living by farming are not even professional in being bandits, and they don't know how to find a place to camp that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

He directly used his own village as a bandit den. The bandits in it were old and young. Zhao Hanzhang was afraid of accidentally stepping on them when he rode into the village.

After the people inside poked their heads in one after another, a relatively strong young man finally came out and asked loudly: "Are we really going to surrender without asking any questions?"

Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand and said: "I don't care, but a few leaders like you have to join the army to atone for their sins."

He looks quite tall and strong, it would be a pity not to be a soldier.

Moreover, having been a bandit, there is always a bit of gangsterism in him, so he just needs to wash it off during the march.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then asked loudly: "Can the military slaves be fed enough? Six cents is fine."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him carefully and said: "He is not a military slave, but he started out as a soldier like me."

The young man's eyes brightened slightly and he responded immediately.

He turned around and waved to the people behind him, and more than a hundred people from the village, old and young, came out.

Zhao Hanzhang twitched the corner of his mouth and moved his finger forward. Zhao Guanren, who had always been disliked, stepped forward to receive them.

All these people were asked where they came from. People from this village will continue to stay in this village. People from other villages, who are not far away, will be sent back to their original villages. The Yamen will provide them with relief and let them survive this winter.

Those who are far away will be recorded and temporarily settled in this village, and will be distributed later.

Zhao Kuan also knew that Zhao Hanzhang was short of people now. The Xiongnu passed by and the people were seriously injured. In addition to those who fled, many villages were left alone. In some cases, the entire village was completely deserted.

The fields were uncultivated, and Zhao Hanzhang had a headache these days after reading the reports from various places.

So every person counts as one, and she doesn't intend to let anyone go.

Seeing that they were honest, Zhao Hanzhang took his people to the next bandit den.

There are those who know Zhao Hanzhang and have a little faith in her. Naturally, there are also those who question her and refuse to obey even if they are surrounded. At this time, a battle is needed.

Zhao Hanzhang has been in the war-weary stage recently, so he asked Zhao Erlang to be the forward and only command from the rear, teaching him how to capture the bandits' den with minimal casualties on both sides.

Just in time to practice military formations.

Especially the cavalry formation.

They rushed into the bandit village, but they did not kill anyone. Instead, they formed a team of five and directly separated the bandits gathered inside. At first, they were a little busy, but after two times, they slowly cooperated and increased their speed. After private training, they rushed into the bandit village, and soon learned to pick people to kill, or directly injured some people, forcing them to separate.

Then they criss-crossed, rushed back and forth, and soon separated the bandits who had gathered together, dividing them into circles one after another.

Zhao Hanzhang was very satisfied with this military formation. Seeing that they were surrounded, he jumped out from the rear, raised his chin and asked, "Aren't you going to surrender?"

The bandits looked at each other and tentatively put down the hoes, wooden sticks, long knives and... kitchen knives they were holding tightly in their hands.

Zhao Hanzhang stared at the villager holding the kitchen knife and asked: "Who can you chop with such a kitchen knife? You should find a long wooden handle and tie it to it. Will you do the same when the Huns invade?"

The villager looked dull and said hesitantly: "I, I only have a kitchen knife at home, how about I go back and find a wooden stick now?"

Zhao Hanzhang was speechless. With a wave of his hand, Zhao Kuan stepped forward without complaint and explained to them the policies of the Yuzhou Governor's Office. If you surrender now, you will not be punished. At most, you will be fined. For example, those who stubbornly resist like you will be fined to cultivate land or build water conservancy projects. …

Zhao Hanzhang knew that she was not friendly all the way to being a political leader. She wanted people to surrender first, and those who deserved punishment would still be punished.

Most of them were punished by her to cultivate land, build roads and water conservancy projects.

At first, those who were punished were resentful, but after discovering that the yamen actually distributed food to the serving people, two meals a day, which basically kept them six to seven cents full, they silently did not object anymore, feeling that they were being punished. Not bad;

But later they met people who were not being punished but were still plowing land, building roads, water conservancy projects, and building houses. Only then did they realize that they not only had food to eat, but also money to earn.

A person's daily income ranges from five to eight cents. With this money, they can not only buy some grain during the Chinese New Year, but also some cloth.

The person who was punished felt infinite regret. If he had known better, he would not have resisted with a knife or stick.

Seeing Zhao Kuan going up to preach, Zhao Hanzhang turned her attention to the injured bandits. She waved her hand and said directly: "Since you have surrendered, we will be responsible for treating your injuries. , send them to the medical tent."

So the soldiers behind her rushed forward like wolves and tigers, and carried the bandits who were holding their wounds and thought they were dying to the military doctor.

Doctor Cheng watched silently, first treated their wounds as usual, applied medicine to stop the bleeding, and then took out the syringe.

Zhao Hanzhang stood aside and looked at him with bright eyes. When he saw him turning around, he raised his chin and said, "See what I do. Treat him."

Military Doctor Cheng said, "...Sir, I'm a little nervous."

After all, the method of making this medicine is difficult to describe, and the raw material is mold. He is a little unsure, is this medicine really useful?

It had been used on several soldiers in the army before, and although they all survived, the efficacy of the medicine was not confirmed.

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him, took the syringe directly, patted the back of the injured person's hand, inserted it, and gently pushed in a little medicine for skin testing.

Han Dacheng's eyes widened and he had to retract his hand in pain. Zhao Hanzhang held it firmly, "What are you afraid of? It only hurts like this. Isn't the knife on your leg more serious than this?"

Han Dacheng didn't move anymore.

Zhao Hanzhang took out the needle and began to look at the other injured patients.