The next day.
Lecture Camp.
The temporary camp was vast. Numerous Phoenix Soaring Army prisoners had been stripped of their weapons and personal belongings, squatting together in a mass.
Once people lost their fighting spirit, it became easy for the few to overawe the many.
Especially in wartime, it was not unheard of for a handful of men to capture hundreds.
The two hundred patrolling Six Jia Divine Soldiers in this camp were enough to keep these prisoners from daring to make trouble.
After all, yesterday, they had been scared out of their wits by the slaughter!
"Squad Leader... what do we do?"
A hooligan soldier squatting on the ground furtively edged closer to Squad Leader Zheng Wu and asked in a low voice, "They're not going to kill the prisoners afterward, are they?"
"Probably not... They haven't made us dig pits, have they?" Zheng Wu seemed to be bolstering his own courage.
"That's not right... Even if they don't bury us alive, so many people died. They'd still have to dig pits to bury the bodies, or an epidemic will surely break out after the battle!"
The hooligan soldier shuddered.
Just as the two stared at each other, several others came over carrying buckets and wooden bowls. "Come on, come on, porridge! Time for porridge!"
After fighting all day and being left out overnight, they were exhausted and starving. Zheng Wu hurried over, took a bowl, and drank the porridge.
Though the porridge was thin and even smelled faintly sour, it warmed his belly and set his mind at ease.
After all, if they were being given food, they clearly would not be killed anymore, right?
At that thought, many began to feel hope.
As soon as they finished their porridge, fierce-looking soldiers came in and drove the surrendered