Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 312 Letter of Surrender

Lin Feng pondered for a while and said in a deep voice.

"Pass on my order. Instruct Hu Jincai, Zhang Changyou, and Li Donglai to gather 20,000 troops from Weiyuan, Qingshuiying, and Bingxianying. Divide them into three directions: east, west, and south. Advance them and set up camp thirty miles from the main camp of the border army."

Cheng Liang listened quietly outside the door, then quickly went out to convey the order.

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the table, picked up his pen and started writing.

He is writing a letter of persuasion.

First, he listed the various acts of corruption by officers in the border army, exploiting the blood and sweat of the soldiers, and colluding with the Tartars to rebel against the clan.

Next are the various generous treatments of the Qingshui Corps, the people live and work in peace and contentment, have houses and land, the military and civilians are united... and so on.

There are also those soldiers who have families and are in their prime. They have elderly parents and young children to support. They are the pillars of their families. If you don’t support your families, who will?

Finally, I would like to advise my brothers in the border army that the border army is about to be destroyed, so they should quickly abandon the dark and join the light. Viscount Qingshui Lin Feng will treat you well. As long as you voluntarily leave the camp and join the Qingshui army, you will be treated the same as a Qingshui soldier.

Anyway, it is extremely sensational and tempting from the policy and human perspectives.

Originally, Lin Feng wanted to use leaflets to shake the morale of the border troops.

If you think about it carefully, it turns out that 99% of the border soldiers are illiterate.

Even if I dropped a flyer there, I still couldn't understand it.

It would be better to write it down and have a soldier with a loud voice read it aloud to them.

After the letter of surrender was written, it was immediately taken to the front line.

It feels like something is missing.

Bai Jing had already brought in breakfast.

Seeing that Lin Feng was frowning and thinking about something, he gently put down the food plate and went to get warm water for him to wash.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?"

"I'm thinking about how to persuade the border troops to surrender."

Bai Jing smiled and said, "That's not easy to do. Just talk about our strengths and scold their leaders as much as possible."

"I'm afraid the camp is so big that not many people will hear it."

"Then shout at night, around the camp. You can hear it most clearly in the dead of night."

Lin Feng slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, this is called being surrounded by enemies on all sides."

"What song?"

"Never mind the song, we need soldiers who can speak clearly to chant it, and it's best if the whole battalion can hear it."

Bai Jing smiled and shook her head: "It's fine as long as someone hears it. This news spreads very quickly. If you want the whole camp to hear it, you'll have to shout your throat out."

When Lin Feng heard this, something flashed through his mind.

"No need to shout, I have the tools."

"What tools do you have, brother?"

Lin Feng immediately started drawing on the table.

This time I drew a megaphone, something in the shape of a horn.

After finishing the painting, I looked at it carefully.

"Hey, go find a blacksmith and make a few of these out of iron sheets and bring them to Lao Hu."

Bai Jing frowned and stared at the picture on the paper.

"What is this?"

"A horn."

"What's it for?"

"It's for shouting. Using this thing, you can amplify the volume and make the sound travel farther."

Bai Jing looked at the picture again in confusion.

"Are you sure it works?"

Lin Feng took a steamed bun from the table, took a big bite, and spoke vaguely.

"You've seen me come up with something that doesn't work."

Bai Jing thought about it and it was true. Everything Lin Feng created was so impressive that people would admire him.

As I thought about it, I started to laugh.

"Brother, the border troops are in trouble."

Lin Feng said proudly while eating.

"If you go against me, it will be strange if there is no disaster."

Bai Jing looked at his forehead and reached out to gently stroke his temples.

"Alas, brother, it's not that easy to plan and strategize. Look at how worried he is..."

Lin Feng also sighed.

"Who says it isn't? It's difficult to survive in this chaotic world."

Hu Jincai led an army of 10,000 from Weiyuan and arrived at the southeast of the border army camp.

This is the passage that blocks the border army camp and the direction of Bing County.

Zhang Changyou and Li Donglai each led 5,000 troops and divided them into two other directions, leaving only one passage to the north for the border troops.

This passage either involves facing the Tatar camp or leading the team out of the Dazong border.

After the three parties set up camp, they began their political and ideological offensive in accordance with Lin Feng's instructions.

Three or five soldiers, holding tin trumpets in their hands, stood under the border army camp and shouted out the policies they had already memorized.

The night was as dark as water, but bursts of shouting could be heard from all around the border army camp.

"Brothers of the border troops, we are all elites of the great clan. To defend the border of the great clan, we have abandoned our homes and careers and come here to resist the invasion of the Tartars. Why? Of course, to defend our country and the well-being of our wives, children and elderly mothers at home. But look at these officers of the great clan border troops. They are all well-fed. We brothers are starving. We have no rice to cook at home. We miss our sons so much that our old mothers have cried so hard that they have gone blind..."

The border soldiers in the camp listened quietly.

The border army officers were helpless in the face of such an offensive. They couldn't just order everyone to cover their ears.

Cui Yong's face turned pale as he sat behind the large desk in the central military tent, staring blankly at the map on the desk.

Military advisor Mo Yong stood quietly aside, silent.

Song Yi's sneak attack on Bing County failed miserably.

The commander Song Yi was also shot in the femur with a crossbow.

He is now in bed recovering and cannot move.

This made the border troops realize once again that their combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the Qingshui Army.

Cui Yong originally planned to bypass Weiyuan and withdraw the border army camp to the inland of Zhenxi.

Unexpectedly, before he even started planning his route, his camp was surrounded by the Qingshui Army.

Cui Yong slammed the table hard.

"Lin Feng, are you trying to force me into a decisive battle?"

Don't sigh in silence.

General Cui is too idealistic. If you want to have a decisive battle with others, you must have the strength to do so.

Look at how Song Yi was beaten. Out of five thousand men, less than five hundred were able to return to the border army camp.

Those fleeing soldiers disappeared silently in the vast land west of the town.

Mo Yong originally wanted to dissuade Cui Yong from leaving the camp to fight against the Qingshui Army, but instead advised him to hold on to the camp and find other ways to escape.

Unexpectedly, the Qingshui Army started voice harassment at night.

"Brothers of the Border Army, whose parents don't love their children? But do they know how we suffer in the army? Brothers are exploited and oppressed by officers in the army, but they dare not speak out. We are all sons of our parents, so why do they act so arrogantly and make us suffer..."

However, anyone who heard what the other party said would find it very reasonable.

The mid-level and above officers in the border army were frightened because they had been hit in the vitals.

The junior officers and all the soldiers felt the same way, and some of them even shed tears in the dark night.

Gradually, suppressed sobbing sounds were heard from many military tents.

This made the officers very panicked, and they reported the situation one after another, asking their superiors for a solution.

If this kind of inflammatory shouting is not curbed, the border troops will really be defeated without a fight.

However, they had no other options.

The person shouting was more than an arrow's distance away from the camp, so the arrows he shot could not hurt anyone.

We wanted to leave the camp and disperse the soldiers, but in the dark night, the soldiers were like blind men and could not see anything. How could we fight this battle?

They had no choice but to let them shout outside the camp.

"Brothers of the Border Army, come to our Qingshui Corps! Here we have enough food and warm clothes. All the officers live and eat with us. We fight in the front and sleep and eat in the back. We are paid in full, and every meal has meat and vegetables..."

The officers of the border army also did not sleep. They organized inspection teams and began patrolling along the edge of the camp.

Prevent soldiers from sneaking out of the camp at night.

Some officers began to loudly preach about the future prospects of the border troops, saying that as long as they could get through this difficult time, the days ahead would be bright.

We guarantee that the food and wages owed to the soldiers on credit will be repaid in full and immediately.

Anyway, it's just a big promise to prevent the soldiers from thinking in the wrong way.

The two sides launched an ideological offensive, pulling each other.