Just a song, Mo Xiuyao let go of the eumbine in his hand and reached out to hug her into his arms, "Cry, A Li... I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Ye Li leaned into Mo Xiuyao's arms and finally cried out.

Mo Xiuyao gently patted her vest, and his half-drooping eyes were full of pity and care.

As soon as the two returned to the general's mansion, they were greeted by Mr. Feng San, who was almost crazy. Seeing the two coming hand in hand, Feng Zhiyao rushed over without hesitation, grabbed Mo Xiuyao's collar and shouted: "Prince Ding! Where have you been going?! Do you want the Ding Palace? Do you want the official documents in the study? More importantly, you obviously asked us to ask us to deal with something, but in the end you ran away, what do you want to do?!" Mr. Feng San was so angry that he didn't care about the following and he yelled at Mo Xiuyao.

Feng Zhiyao's sudden outbreak really scared Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao quickly came to his senses and calmly pushed away his hand holding his clothes and said, "Feng San, say something slowly."

Feng Zhiyao sneered, "Speak slowly, I want to say slowly, I have to find someone. I just finished the war and so many things were not handled. So many of us put down what we were doing to listen to your Prince Ding's instructions, but we couldn't even find a figure!"

Hearing this, Ye Li couldn't help feeling a little guilty. After all, Mo Xiuyao ran out so willfully to find her. He stepped forward and whispered 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 dare not blame His Highness the King, right? He just complained and asked the prince to punish him." It's not that Feng Zhiyao wanted to get angry. The war had just stopped, but he was busy. I didn't know if it was Feihong Pass. This war lasted for nearly a year, all the places outside Feihong Pass were in a mess. Everyone was busier than before the war ended. But the person who should be busiest could not be found. Not only Mo Xiuyao disappeared, but even Han Mingyue, who could help him, didn't know where he ran. Feng Zhiyao had been lucky enough to face the empty study and the mountain of files for a long time, and finally couldn't help but vent.

Individuals present, except Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao, all looked at Feng Zhiyao with admiration as they looked at the warriors. They dared to yell in public, and they really had a great courage.

But Mo Xiuyao had an unexpectedly rare good temper and smiled and said, "Okay, I know. I promise to handle everything early tomorrow morning."

Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, "Tomorrow morning?"

"Do you have any objections?" Mo Xiuyao said.

"No." Feng Zhiyao shook his head quickly. As long as King Ding is willing to do it, the efficiency is still very considerable. How could Feng Zhiyao have any objections?

The group entered the study and sat down. Feng Zhiyao took a breath and asked, "What's the matter with us in the morning?" He was so angry that he rushed to his forehead. After drinking a cup of tea, he calmed down. Feng Zhiyao also felt a little impulsive. He was polite to Mo Xiuyao's question. Mo Xiuyao pulled Ye Li to sit down and smiled, "It's nothing. He just wanted to talk about the handling of the casualties."

Speaking of this, Feng Zhiyao's expression became serious. He took out a copy from the pile of files placed beside him and said in a deep voice: "The war has been fought for nearly a year, and the specific numbers have not been counted yet. However, this time, there have been casualties at Feihong Pass. There were 237,600 soldiers originally stationed in Feihong Pass, including Qilin. Only 13,127 people survived, including 19 generals above the lieutenant, and seven deputy generals."

Even Mo Xiuyao was speechless for a long time. Over the years, such a heavy casualty rate was the first time in the tragedy of the Mo family army in Huifeng Valley more than ten years ago. Moreover, the elite soldiers of the Mo family army stationed in Feihong Pass were not the Great Chu soldiers that Mo Xiuyao had just accepted. Just one battle was so tragic, not to mention the casualties in the past six months. It is estimated that since the Mo family army broke the siege of the Chu capital, the elite soldiers of the Mo family army had suffered at least 600,000 or 700,000. The elite soldiers of the Mo family army, which were originally less than one million, are now only 20% or 30%. The rest are the remaining soldiers of the Great Chu that were recovered before. This time, Mo Xiuyao conquered hundreds of thousands of Chu soldiers and the new soldiers who had just entered the camp in the northwest.

This battle was not considered a loss-making loss, but all parties participating in the war paid a huge price. No wonder Mo Xiuyao no longer planned to continue attacking Da Chu and Xiling.

Looking at the shocking numbers in front of him, the three of them couldn't help but feel silent. The atmosphere became much more serious. Mo Xiuyao pondered for a while and said, "Feng San, please pass on my orders. All the soldiers who fell into battle must be given without any omissions. The wounded soldiers must also be properly placed. If you have any questions, you can ask them to come to me directly."

Feng Zhiyao hesitated for a moment and nodded. It was undoubtedly a very huge project for the Ding Prince's Mansion to accommodate so many dead soldiers and wounded soldiers. But this is indeed what they should do and 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 for this. If it is not enough, you can ask Han Mingxi for it and just come back and tell me." Feng Zhiyao hurriedly thanked Ye Li, Mo Xiuyao thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry, Ali. We have other items soon."

"Other input?" Ye Li raised her eyebrows.

Mo Xiuyao sneered coldly: "Of course. There are also compensations from Beirong, Xiling and Dachu."

The battle is not that big, and it may not be easy to rest assured if you win, but if you lose, it will be a big trouble. Since ancient times, it is a common practice for those who lose either to pay tribute or to cede land to pay compensation. Mo Xiuyao had no interest in paying tribute. Since it was not sincere, there was no need to do that show, but compensation was necessary.

When Feng Zhiyao heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The prince is right. I forgot that there is still this matter."
Chapter completed!