It was late, it was getting dark, and the troops were very tired. Su Yonglin asked the troops to rest in Yong'an Village for a while, eat hot rice, and recover their strength.

By the way, I sent someone out to inquire about the news and see how it was going on in Linyi County.

He finally had time to count the battle losses.

Then he discovered that the afternoon battle was huge, but the losses were small.

The rebels only died in battle and were slightly injured.

But relatively speaking, in just this afternoon, the more than 300 Jin people in six villages had been killed by them, which meant that a Jin people in Mouke had been destroyed.

Such a war loss ratio is of course a bit exaggerated, but it is not rare.

Thirty years ago, on the battlefield of Song and Jin thirty years ago, the Jin people often defeated the Song army with such a battle-loss ratio, and even set a legendary record of seventeen cavalry defeating two thousand Song army, which was a joke.

Su Yonglin once really wanted to break his head and couldn't figure out how seventeen cavalrymen could defeat two thousand Song troops.

Even if two thousand pigs were asked to capture the 17 Jin soldiers, they would not be able to catch them until they died. The two thousand Song troops were defeated in the face of the 17 Jin cavalry.

What a wonder, amazing!

Until today, Su Yonglin was shocked to discover that time had passed, and the clown turned into a golden man himself.

They were also beaten to death by themselves.

In this way, Su Yonglin could probably experience the weakness of the Song army in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

Having said that, those who died in battle were ultimately killed in battle, and the rebels suffered losses.

Su Yonglin asked about the identity of the dead, and learned through their nameplate that the seventeen people were all peasant militias who joined the army after they arrived in Shandong, namely Sun Ziyi, Liu Yongqiang and Zhao Kaishan allocated him.

After a moment of silence, Su Yonglin found Lin Jingchun and instructed the funeral of the seventeen dead.

"They all have families. Without their family members, life will be difficult. Please note the address of their families. If there are other laborers at home, you will compensate them with one lump sum of money and rice.

If the family does not have adult labor and has a son, then give them some rice, grain and money monthly until the child is fifteen years old. They must raise the child to give their hope.

If there is no son at home, then after the war, go and discuss with Sun Ziyi’s family, buy the family, take it to the village we control, arrange to live there, and let us take care of it nearby."

Lin Jingchun felt a little surprised when he heard this.

"Alang, are you going to care about them for the rest of your life?"

"I became my soldier. After following me to the battlefield, I died in battle. I don't care, who cares?"

Thinking of the suffering of the farmers, Su Yonglin sighed and said, "The farmer's family has no strong labor and cannot grow much food. Life is worse than death. I can't watch them live rather than death. That's too unkind.

Now I am very weak and can't control too many people, but I have to manage my own people. In the future, this is the rules in our army and cannot be changed unless we are wiped out."

Lin Jingchun stared at Su Yonglin for a while.

"I got it, I'll go arrange it."

"good."

Seeing Lin Jingchun leave, Su Yonglin told the officers around him about his decision, and then asked them to tell the other soldiers with family members about this decision.

The soldiers with family were very surprised after hearing this. They did not expect that Su Yonglin had considered what happened behind them.

Death in war is inevitable, and they are also worried about what their families will do after they die.

Now, Su Yonglin's approach is undoubtedly telling them not to worry, that he will be responsible for taking care of the family of the dead.

The soldiers from a family came to Su Yonglin, knelt 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, but just told them that as long as he, Su, was still alive, he would definitely care about them for the rest of his life.

The morale of the army was once again greatly boosted, everyone was smiling happily, and most of the worries disappeared.

Without family concerns, what remains is the pure human fear of death.

Not to mention them, Su Yonglin himself dared not say that he could control such things.

While the troops were making fires and cooking, the villagers of Yong'an who had just established the farmer's association and assigned land to the army's station outside the village, carrying some steamed buns and hot soup.

"Sulang, eat hot."

Li Quanyou, president of the Yong'an Village Farmers Association, walked to Su Yonglin with a bowl of steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup, and handed him the things with a smile.

Su Yonglin took Li Quanyou's gift with a smile on his face.

"Then, I accepted it. Until now, I am really hungry and want to eat hot. President Li is interested."

Su Yonglin smiled, and then called on all the soldiers to accept the kindness of the villagers, and took the lead in biting steamed buns and drinking hot soup, which tasted very delicious.

Li Quanyouxiao's eyes narrowed into a slit, and the faint tension in his heart disappeared without a trace.

This army is indeed different.

Kill the Jin people without touching the villagers. After dealing with the Jin people, they will not enter Yong'an Village without any offense.

They lived in the conquered Jin people village, and they buried their own pots and made their own rice, and they did not want to enter the village to ask for this or that.

This undoubtedly gave the villagers a great sense of security.

Then someone came in and told everyone about the land division, the establishment of a farmer association, and let the villagers make their own decisions. Their sets of things were so scattered that the villagers were stunned.

But the benefits are tangible.

This army did not have anything, money, food, or women, so they gave all the land to the farmers.

This made the villagers feel good about this army and even more curious about the young officer.

He said that his surname was Su and his name was Yonglin. He was the commander of the rebel army. If everyone felt it was troublesome, he could just call him Su Lang.

So everyone called him Su Lang.

Eating steamed buns and drinking hot soup, Su Yonglin quickly filled her stomach and returned the bowl to Li Quanyou with a smile.

"Uncle Quanyou, thank you. I'm full and delicious."

"What's the delicious food for a few steamed buns? If there wasn't anything good at home, I wouldn't have used these to entertain Su Lang."

Li Quanyou said with a silly smile.

Su Yonglin shook his head.

"It's already good to have hot food. We don't come here to eat and drink, but to kill the Jin people and rescue everyone. The rebels are here, so everyone doesn't have to worry about the heavy taxes of the gold thieves, and the land is their own."

"That's good, that's good!"

Li Quanyou was very happy.
Chapter completed!