It was getting late, it was getting dark, and the troops were very tired. Su Yonglin asked the troops to rest for a while in Yong'an Village, eat hot meals, and regain their strength.
By the way, I sent someone out to inquire about the news and see what was going on in Linyi County.
He finally had time to take stock of the battle damage.
Then he discovered that after an afternoon of fighting, they had achieved great results but suffered very little loss.
The rebels only killed seventeen people and suffered slightly more injuries.
But relatively speaking, in this afternoon, more than 300 Jin people in six villages have been killed by them, which is equivalent to the fact that a Jin person who tried to defeat them has been wiped out.
Of course, such a battle loss ratio is a bit exaggerated, but it is not uncommon.
Thirty years ago on the battlefield between the Song and Jin Dynasties, the Jin people often used this kind of battle loss ratio to defeat the Song army. They even set a legendary record of seventeen cavalry defeating two thousand Song troops, which was a joke for a while.
Su Yonglin once really couldn't figure out how seventeen cavalry could defeat two thousand Song troops.
Even if 2,000 pigs were captured by 17 Jin soldiers, they would not be able to catch them until they died. However, 2,000 Song soldiers faced 17 Jin cavalry and were truly defeated.
What a spectacle, breathtaking!
Until today, Su Yonglin was shocked to find that as time passed, the clown turned into the golden man himself.
They were also dealt a cruel casualty ratio by themselves.
In this way, Su Yonglin could probably understand the weakness of the Song army in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
Having said that, those who die in battle will eventually die in battle, and the rebels will also suffer losses.
Su Yonglin asked about the identities of the deceased and learned from their nameplates that these seventeen people were all peasant soldiers who joined the army after coming to Shandong. They were the peasant soldiers assigned to him by Sun Ziyi, Liu Yongqiang and Zhao Kaishan.
After a moment of silence, Su Yonglin came to Lin Jingchun and gave instructions about the funeral arrangements of the seventeen war dead.
"They all have families. Without the head of the family, life will be difficult. You write down the addresses of their family members. If there are other laborers in the family, they will be compensated with a lump sum of money and rice grains.
If there is no adult labor force in the family and there are sons, then give them some rice and money every month until the child is fifteen years old. The child must be raised so that the family can have hope.
If there is no son at home, then after the war, go and discuss with Sun Ziyi's family, buy this family, bring them to a village under our control, and arrange to live there so that we can take care of them nearby. "
Lin Jingchun felt a little surprised when he heard this.
"Alang, are you going to take care of them for the rest of your life?"
"Become my soldier, follow me to the battlefield and then die in battle. I don't care, who cares?"
Su Yonglin thought about the suffering of the farmers and sighed: "The farmers have no strong labor force and can't grow much food. Life is worse than death. I can't just watch them live. It's too unkind."
Now I am very weak and cannot control too many people, but I have control over my own people. From now on, these are the rules in our army and cannot be changed unless our entire army is annihilated. "
Lin Jingchun stared at Su Yonglin for a while.
"I understand, I'll make arrangements."
"good."
Watching Lin Jingchun leave, Su Yonglin told the officers around him about his decision, and then asked them to tell other soldiers with families about his decision.
The soldiers with families were very surprised after hearing this. They did not expect that Su Yonglin would actually consider what happened behind his back for them.
Death in war is inevitable, and they inevitably worry about what will happen to their families after they die.
But now, what Su Yonglin did was undoubtedly telling them not to worry, as he would be responsible for taking care of the families of those who died in the war.
Soldiers with families all came to Su Yonglin, knelt down on one knee to express their gratitude to him, and expressed their willingness to go through fire and water for him.
Su Yonglin reached out to help several soldiers in front.
He didn't say much else, he just told them that as long as he, Su, was still alive, he would take care of them for the rest of his life.
The morale of the military has been greatly boosted again, everyone is smiling, and most of the worries that were present have disappeared.
Without the care of family, what remains is the simple human fear of death.
Don't tell them about this kind of thing. Su Yonglin himself didn't dare to say that he could control it.
While the troops were making fire to cook, the Yong'an villagers, who had just established a farmers' association and were allocated land, brought some steamed buns and hot soup to the army's station outside the village.
"Su Lang, eat something warm."
Li Quanyou, president of the Yong'an Village Farmers' Association, walked up to Su Yonglin with a bowl of steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup, and handed the things to him with a smile.
Su Yonglin accepted Li Quanyou's gift with a smile on his face.
"Then, I'll accept it. I'm really hungry after the beating and want to eat something warm. President Li is interested."
Su Yonglin smiled, and then called on all the soldiers to accept the villagers' kindness, and took the lead in biting the steamed buns and drinking the hot soup, which was delicious.
Li Quan's smiling eyes narrowed into slits, and the nervousness in his heart disappeared without a trace.
This army is indeed different.
He killed the Jin man but did not touch the villagers. He did not enter Yongan Village after finishing the job of the Jin man and destroying the village. Qiu did not commit any crime.
They lived in the conquered Jinren village and cooked their own meals. They showed no intention of going into the village to ask for this or that.
This undoubtedly gives the villagers a great sense of security.
Then someone came in and preached about how to divide the land, establish peasant associations, let the villagers make their own decisions, and so on. They talked about everything in such a brilliant way that the villagers were dumbfounded.
But the benefits are real.
This army didn't want anything, not money, food, or women, so it gave all the land to the farmers.
This made the villagers have a good impression of this army, and they were even more curious about the young officer.
He said that his surname was Su and his given name was Yonglin, and he was the leader of the rebel army. If everyone found it troublesome, they could just call him Su Lang.
So everyone called him Su Lang.
Eating steamed buns and hot soup, Su Yonglin quickly filled his stomach and returned the bowl to Li Quanyou with a smile.
"Uncle Quan You, thank you. I'm full. It's delicious."
"What's so delicious about a few steamed buns? If there wasn't anything good at home, I wouldn't have entertained Su Lang with these."
Li Quanyou said with a naive smile.
Su Yonglin shook his head.
"It's good to have hot food to eat. We're not here to eat and drink. We're here to kill the gold thieves and rescue everyone. The rebels are here. From now on, you don't have to worry about the exorbitant taxes of those gold thieves. , the land is everyone’s own.”
"That's good, that's good!"
Li Quanyou was very happy.
After eating, Su Yonglin stood to eat, watching the night fall, thinking about what to do next.
