Without a doubt, Xue Qingyao's strategy for winning people's hearts had been effective. At the very least, when the militiamen learned that the Han Army had not massacred innocents and had even been helping the old, weak, sick, and disabled whom they had abandoned, their hearts filled with admiration and gratitude.
"Since the Han Tribe is so good, why don't we surrender tonight? That way, we can go home sooner." A youth in the tent immediately stood up after hearing this and made as if to leave.
But when he looked at the others, he found everyone staring at him as though he were an idiot.
"Tonight? Where are you going? Are you just going to ignore everyone else's lives? What about the grain that the Great Leader and those Elders tricked away from us? And what about your wife and children left behind in Clear Spring Valley?"
The youth scratched his head awkwardly when someone questioned him. He had only just come of age. His family had planned to find him a wife this year, but the matter had been delayed because of this affair. He was the sort who could eat his fill while the whole family went hungry, so he had not considered the thoughts of those married militiamen at all.
"Everyone, don't panic. We still need to think this through carefully. Although the Han Tribe has agreed to accept our surrender, they have conditions too. Elder Jin also needs our cooperation. After all, we can't be the only ones leaving. In the entire camp, aside from the young direct relatives of the Elders and commanders, as well as those Grassland Soldiers, the other militiamen have to leave together too. We can't abandon them.
"Besides, if we leave them behind, how can people like us reclaim our