Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi thought for a while: "The political sanction is that the appointment of the monarch of Charlemagne's Empire requires documents to be submitted to the Tang Empire. The follow-up will have to wait for His Majesty the Emperor's order to see what His Majesty's attitude towards Charlemagne's Empire is."

Justinian breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, William was dead, and people's livelihood in Charlemagne's empire was in decline. Since Yuchi Baoqi didn't say death, there was still room for change.

Two more supplementary terms were signed. Yuchi Baoqi extended his hand to shake hands with the two in greeting: "Starting from today, there will be a formal ceasefire in theory. The actual ceasefire requires you to collect those craftsmen, guns, and ammunition."

Justinian and Patrick nodded: "We will collect those guns and ammunition as soon as possible. The craftsmen will take a while and they will have to search for their families."

Yuchi Baoqi waved his hand: "That's it, goodbye."

When Yuchi Jingde saw the two people leaving, he yawned: "We're done talking, how about it."

Yuchi Baoqi sorted out the supplementary terms and handed them to the soldiers beside him: "Send it to the Logistics Department and ask them to send a copy to Chang'an Ganlu Hall."

Yuchi Baoqi turned to look at his father: "After the discussion, their emperor has either been killed or placed under house arrest. It went very smoothly."

Yuchi Jingde raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it's quite interesting."

The father and son returned to the Tianwei Army camp and learned that the origins of some prisoners of war had been clarified, and they were preparing to send these prisoners of war back to their hometowns to find their relatives.

Each prisoner of war imitated the military posture of the Tianwei Army and stood upright, holding their chests and heads high, waiting.

"Martin Williams."

"To!"

"Hodge Valentine."

"Here! Sir!"

"Emerson Gregory."

"Here! Sir!"

“…”

Not to mention, these few words were spoken in Tang Dynasty dialect, which didn’t sound too lame, and some even had an accent that was indiscernible.

The prisoners of war whose names were called were neatly arranged in a military formation, still standing upright. The remaining prisoners of war were brought back by the captains.

"The prisoners of war whose names were called can go home tomorrow. Transport trucks will take you back to your hometowns. Go back to find your relatives and reunite with them."

The time in the entire school martial arts field seemed to have been frozen. These prisoners of war did not whisper to each other or move, as if they did not hear what the officers said.

Until one prisoner of war began to sob softly, the other prisoners of war could not hide their emotions. This was an indescribable emotion.

During the past few days in the Tianwei Army camp, although the time was short, for some reason, they developed a collective mentality, an illusion that they were members of the Tianwei Army.

All this is like a dream and a bubble. People like me were forcibly pulled out of their poor but stable days, pushed to the battlefield to fill the lines, and the food they ate was not even as good as what they ate when they were farming in the village. The so-called military rations .

After being ridiculed, teased, beaten, and whipped without limit by superior officers, he finally made up his mind to escape from the cannibalistic military camp and came to the warm Tianwei Army camp.

Although it was in the name of prisoners of war, here there was no oppression, no beatings, delicious meals and bread, and here they had a desire for life.

But after the word "returning home" came out, this kind of life disappeared almost instantly, like the bubbles produced by the waves in the sea hitting the shore, or the awakening from a midnight dream.

Yuchi Baoqi rushed to the school martial arts field after receiving the report: "Why are you crying? Why don't you go home and return to your hometown? Don't forget your identities!"

The prisoners of war looked at Yuchi Baoqi: "We are prisoners of war, but..."

Yuchi Baoqi was angry: "Fuck you, you are war refugees! You are civilians who were forcibly recruited. You are not prisoners of war. You have to pack your clothes in a hurry. The Tianwei Army Logistics Department has prepared many parting gifts for you. Go quickly!"

After crying, these prisoners of war had no choice but to accept the fact of returning home, and reported to the logistics department together to pick up the things they needed for their return home.

Each person received two newly made cotton clothes, a thick quilt, a five-pound bag of flour, a bag of toffee, a bag of hard candies, and a return home certificate issued by the Tianwei Army.

The first batch of returning prisoners of war got on the truck. Although they were about to return to their hometowns to find their relatives, they could not hide their nostalgia for the Tianwei Army camp in their hearts. They were all downcast and listless.

Yuchi Jingde bumped Yuchi Xiaobao with his shoulder: "I've never heard of someone who is responsible for sending prisoners of war home alive, and has to pay for something."

Yuchi Baoqi curled up his lips and said, "These people will be the helpers of the Tianwei Army and the Tang Dynasty at the forefront of Charlemagne's Empire in the future. In just a few days, they will never forget our good deeds, which will be good for their future plans."

Yuchi Jingde silently moved a little further away, and looked at his eldest son who was helping to distribute homecoming materials with a kind look on his face.

"You guys are so fucking dirty when it comes to tactics."

Yuchi Baoqi shrugged: "Just think of me as dad, you are complimenting me. We can withdraw after the large forces from the rear arrive, right? This place has been rheumatized for a long time, and it is cold and cold. It really makes the palace feel cold."

Yuchi Jingde patted Yuchi Baoqi on the shoulder: "It's almost the same. Medicine Master and the others should be marching at a not slow pace. They are probably arriving soon. If it doesn't work, just leave a few translators for them then."

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Three days later, the return of the prisoners of war has been completed, and about 10,000 professional soldiers are still detained in the Tianwei Army barracks. Yuchi Baoqi doesn't want to take care of these people. He will just leave them to worry after Li Jing brings his people over. .

The first reinforcements to arrive were nearly 50,000 troops led by Hou Junji. Yuchi Jingde had a toothache when he saw Hou Junji.

"Aren't you guarding the rear supply line?"

Hou Junji accompanied him with a smile: "Mr. Su Guo and the others have arrived. You also know that I am famous for being fast in the army. Didn't you hear that the front line needed support and I was the first to ask for help?"

Yuchi Baoqi said angrily: "I just don't know if I'm here to support or to fight against the autumn wind."

Hou Junji rubbed his hands: "Well, depending on the situation, the enemy has surrendered, but have they gone to collect the results?"

Yuchi Baoqi handed a copy of the treaty document to Hou Junji: "Within thirty-nine years, there is no need to search for one hundred thousand taels of silver or equivalent gold and silver."

Hou Junji was a little unhappy, and his face suddenly turned bad. This meant that these gold and silver treasures were transported directly to Datang and would not pass through his hands. He felt regretful that the trip was in vain.

Yuchi Baoqi coughed twice: "General Hou, please station your camp five miles away from the temporary camp of the Tianwei Army. This is a rule that has been in place since the Xuanjia Army."

Hou Junji snorted out of his nose, turned around and led the people away from the Tianwei Army camp.