The wealthy merchants and big families in Beihai City had been eating and drinking for two hours.
It was time for Zhao Yun and Tian Feng to appear.
Carrying Xiahou Dun's head in his hand, Zhao Yun rode into the city. He ordered his men to throw the corpses of the 30,000 Cao soldiers into the tunnel that had been dug from the outside of the city into the city and bury them with earth.
The corpses of the Jizhou soldiers were found in a good place in the suburbs and buried.
In this battle, the Jizhou Army lost more than 5000 men and injured more than 10000.
Although she had won, Zhao Yun could not be happy.
The territory of Qingzhou was huge. Zhao Yun did not want to see 5000 soldiers die in the small North Sea.
The battle report was sent to the Northern General's Residence immediately.
Pan Feng was shocked. Xiahou Dun was actually killed by Zhao Yun?
One had to know that this was Cao Cao's top battle general.
In the original time and space, he had helped Cao Cao unify the north and established Great Wei. He did not expect that because of his arrival, he would die at the hands of Zhao Yun.
Pan Feng felt a little regretful, but she didn't care.
Who wouldn't die in war?
Even he himself was prepared to die at any time.
Meanwhile, in Beihai City, in the Beihai Prefecture, the wealthy merchants and representatives of the aristocrats were enjoying the song and dance arranged by Zhao Yun.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the side of the hall. Everyone looked up and saw a young general wearing armor.
On the armor, the blood that had coagulated was dark and red.
That was not the main point. The main point was that the general was holding a bloody head in his hand!
The guests at the banquet immediately shivered. They sat upright and did not dare to breathe loudly.
He stared at the head.
Suddenly, someone cried out in surprise. Then, he hurriedly lowered his voice and said in disbelief,
"That's, that's Xiahou Dun's head!”
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.
Xiahou Dun?
As the residents of Cao Cao's territory, they were not blind. Xiahou Dun's reputation was still familiar.
But now, the famous General Xiahou Dun had actually become a head in Zhao Yun's hands.
It had to be said that this scene had frightened the landlord gentry, who had originally been indifferent.
What did General Zhao mean?
What was the point of bringing Xiahou Dun's head to a banquet?
Could it be that he wanted to capture everyone in one fell swoop?
How dare he?
This world belonged to the aristocratic families! What common people, what ruling for the people, in their eyes, it was just a joke!
A thousand-year-old family was not undeserved.
Almost every change of dynasty and the birth of every ruler had the support and planning of powerful aristocratic families.
Zhao Yun glanced around and placed Xiahou Dun's head on the table.
"Is everyone eating well? Did you have fun drinking?"
"Zilong had something to do just now and neglected everyone.”
"Just now, Cao Cao's general Xiahou Dun attacked our North Sea Prefecture and attacked the troops under the North Garrison General.”
"I could only resist and kill him in front of the battle.”
"I'm a little late, so I hope everyone doesn't mind. This head is my gift to everyone. Everyone can operate in the North Sea without worry, and there will be no more exploitation.”
"Zilong will do his best to protect everyone's safety and interests.”
"Come, come, come. Everyone, continue to eat and drink. Don't stand on ceremony! Men, serve the wine and dishes!"
The singing and dancing continued, but everyone in the hall held their breaths, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Zhao Yun, who had just come down from the battlefield, emitted a boundless murderous aura.
That pair of eyes was like a demon that was about to devour someone.
No one dared to look him in the eye.
Zhao Yun snorted coldly in her heart. As the general had said, these people were just paper tigers.
The biggest reason why they had such great power was that they controlled most of the resources in this world.
In layman's terms, money was in their hands, so they could control the rise and fall of the dynasty.
Zhao Yun sat next to Xiahou Chun's head, pouring a cup of wine and drinking it in one gulp.
He let out a long sigh of relief and said.
In order to ensure everyone's safety, the soldiers of Jizhou fought to the death. More than 5000 people died and more than 2000 were injured.
He wanted to give these soldiers a good pension, but unfortunately, he did not have any money on hand.
Everyone, give me some ideas. What do you think we should do?
When everyone heard this, how could they not understand what Zhao Yun meant?
Wasn't this obvious?
First, he threatened Xiahou Dun with his head, and then he treated him to good wine and meat.
The carrot and stick combination was to get everyone to contribute money, manpower, and effort.
However, understanding was one thing.
However, no one wanted to spend the money. Moreover, this kind of thing had never happened before.
They would either be killed and robbed, or they would raise their own army.
Who asked for it?
That's right, the wealthy families did have a lot of money and even food.
However, this money and food did not come from the wind. It was accumulated through the efforts of several generations.
It was not easy for the wealthy families to accumulate wealth, be it by force or by force.
Should they be willing to donate to others so easily?
It was a little difficult!
After saying that, Zhao Yun waited for a while.
Someone stood up from the crowd and cupped his hands at Zhao Yun."It is indeed hard for the soldiers to fight bravely and kill the enemy. They are fighting on the battlefield for the peace of the people of Beihai County.
How about this, I…I personally offer 30,000 jin of rations to thank the general and the soldiers.
He hoped that the soldiers would put in more effort to protect the peace of Beihai County.”
Zhao Yun turned around and picked up a bowl of wine.
"The Zhang family is indeed generous. On behalf of the soldiers, I thank Minister Zhang for his generous gift.”
"In the future, the Flying Tiger Army will have to ask the Zhang family to purchase every penny. I wonder if Minister Zhang can afford it?”
The Zhang Family Head was stunned for a moment, but he was immediately overjoyed and bowed to Zhao Yun.
"Thank you for your favor, general. I will do my best to ensure that the army will be able to supply them at a price that is 20% cheaper than the market price.”
When everyone saw the Zhang family standing up for them, they were still apprehensive at first. They were even waiting to see the Zhang family make a fool of themselves.
However, when he heard that Zhao Yun had entrusted the Zhang Clan with the army's orders, he immediately felt his eyes turn red and began to regret it.
Why didn't he stand up just now?
With the Zhang Clan taking the lead, the other aristocratic families also expressed their willingness to compensate for the losses of the Jizhou soldiers.
Money, land, and people.
For a time, the banquet at the Beihai Prefecture became lively again.
Zhao Yun laughed out loud, raised her head, and downed the wine in her hand. She said loudly,"Continue to play the music and dance!"
For a time, singing and dancing were peaceful, and the sound lingered in the air.
Only Xiahou Dun's head was lying quietly on the table with his eyes wide open.
It was incompatible with the cheerful atmosphere…
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