Yang Liang surrendered in the city, and everything was under the calculations of Yang Su and others. Because of the intention of besieging the city and attacking aid, the rebels from several counties on the periphery did not dare to come easily to rescue them. Over time, the periphery counties were recaptured by the government soldiers and powerful families, and they had become completely lonely cities.

There was no food and grass in Jinyang City, Yang Liang had insufficient prestige and insufficient base for the people. No people and nobles were willing to follow Yang Liang to survive and die, and even the soldiers did not obey the command.

Yang Liang did not wait for reinforcements in Yanmen and Daizhou. He knew that the situation was over. He spent another half month in the city, dreaming of wealthy princes and princes. He drank, had fun, sang and dance, and the emperor's daughter. He enjoyed it almost. At the last moment, he left the city to surrender.

Outside Jinyang City, the troops were like forests, all with cold lights flashing and majestic voices.

Yang Liang took off his armor and python robe, wore only the inner cloth shirt, walked forward with a decadent look on his face, followed by several civil servants, holding military talismans, official seals, etc. in his hands, which was considered to have officially surrendered.

Yang Su sat on the horse's back and looked at Yang Liang, and said coldly: "You are the prince, why should you be a thief!"

Yang Liang glanced at Yang Su and sneered, "It's just an old dog raised by my Yang family royal family. You did those things for Yang Guang, and in the end you thought you would have a good end? Humph, the master is so good. Since ancient times, when you and I go back, who will die first, is it still unknown!"

Yang Su's face darkened. Of course he understood the other party's meaning. If he had disdained it a few years ago, because Yang Su held his own family power in the Hongnong Yang family and his own talents, the king should value him, win him over and favor him. But when Emperor Wen of Sui died and Yang Guang ascended the throne, he sometimes felt uneasy.

When he is fifty, he knows the destiny of heaven. After he is sixty, he is a virgin and often becomes more aware of misfortunes and blessings. Yang Su stares at Yang Liang coldly. Although he is angry, he is not easy to deal with it at will in full view of everyone. After all, Yang Liang is the prince and the blood of the royal family. He can only be detained, intending to give him some pain in prison and on the way.

Yang Su ordered: "This is a rioter, a traitor, a traitor, and a war broke out, causing great losses to the people and the soldiers. All the criminals will be tied up and detained. General Zhou Luohu, you will bring 20,000 troops into Jinyang City, seize all the families of all the criminals, General Yu Juluo, take over the surrendered army, confiscate all the weapons, and move them out of Jinyang City to camp and guard!"

"The last general will receive the order!" Zhou Luohu, Yu Juluo and others bowed to take the order.

All the rebellious officials such as Yang Liang were tied up and detained, and tens of thousands of defenders were gathered and pulled out of the city and detained in a concentrated manner.

The rebellion of the vassal kings was pacified like this. The people in the city cheered and the imperial army came to rescue the siege. Otherwise, I would not know when and if there was a way out for Yang Liang and his army.

Luo Zhaoyun personally participated in this historical event and saw Yang Liang's ambition and talent, only ambition but not that courage.

With a broad mind, it is difficult to achieve great things, and his ending is already destined.

"It's over, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and have a good sleep." Luo Zhaoyun sighed lightly. This Northern Expedition took more than two months to leave. After dealing with the matter of Jinyang, he would also deter and sort out the surrounding prefectures and counties before he could withdraw his troops back to the capital. At that time, it was more than a month.

Luo Zhaoyun and his 8,000-front troops were stationed three miles away from the west gate of Jinyang. The campfires were bright and many soldiers sang and danced around the campfire, drinking and eating meat. This was a temporary reward for the victory of the three armies, and they had a big meal.

The people of the Sui and Tang dynasties loved singing and dancing, so there were military dances in the army, most of which were dance steps learned from the Hu people. After all, since the Five Barbarians of the Eastern Jin Dynasty invaded China, the Northern Wei, Northern Zhou, and Great Sui were all Guanlong nobles with Hu bloodlines in power. Half of their culture and hobbies retained the customs of the Hu people.

The bright moon hangs high on the sky like a disc, and the moon is like water, illuminating the wilderness and the earth, and is as white as white as the area without a bonfire.

Luo Zhaoyun and his generals, generals and commanders under his command drank and were very interested. This Northern Expedition had a great experience in him. He personally led his troops, and whether they attacked or retreated, they had rules, which were consistent with the military letters and strategies, laying a solid foundation for him to lead the army as the commander and lead the troops to fight.

A soldier guarding the gate of the military camp came to report: "Report to the general that the general has brought people to patrol the camp. He has arrived outside the gate and is entering the camp at this moment."

Luo Zhaoyun stood up and took the generals to greet him. He had just walked a dozen steps and walked a cluster of people from the camp gate, for the sake of Yang Su.

"No need to welcome me, I have arrived."

"Meet the Grandmaster!"

"No need to be too polite." Yang Su waved his hand and smiled, "Your Pioneer Camp has made great contributions in this Northern Expedition to King Han. The court will definitely reward you, especially you, Luo Cheng, who became famous in one battle and returned to the capital. I guess those who thought you were promoted by chance by chance could shut up and see your ability to lead troops."

Luo Zhaoyun clasped his fists and said, "The Grandmaster has been too rewarded."

Yang Su patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "The war is over. I, who was the commander, patrol the camp and observe it outside and then leave, but suddenly I heard the singing and dancing in the camp, which was very lively, and I couldn't help but feel some fun. I want to hear if you can write a poem on the spot, which is in line with this scene, so I'll be happy."

Luo Zhaoyun wanted to refuse, but was forced by Yang Su, so he had to think of one thing temporarily, change it, and wrote a poem: "The sand in front of the three armies is like snow, and the moon outside the surrendered city is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed tubes, and I'll conquer people all over my hometown overnight."

Many people were silent, and their poems touched the voices of many soldiers, and many soldiers were buried on the battlefield and could not return to their hometown. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!