Wang Wenzuo asked the surrounding generals and Zuo, and everyone said that they would punish those servants, and that it would be better to pay the merits and forgive them a little. It was not surprising that Wang Wenzuo was the government system that developed from the Western Wei and Northern Zhou dynasties was actually a compromise to the powerful system in Guanlong, that is, the central government recognized the legitimacy of the local tyrants and powerful forces, and gave them corresponding official positions in exchange for their support, and included their military forces in the military system. Although the nature of the central army became increasingly serious, there was one thing that had not changed, that is, the standard of its source of troops was selected from the wealthy class, especially the military class, which almost all came from the powerful family, especially Guanzhong, Longxi, Hedong, Hebei and other good family members who were close to the border, good at riding and shooting, brave and warlike.

It is not difficult to see from the surnames of Liu'an, Cui Hongdu, Chen Faseng, Gu Cihang, Yuan Aolie, Zhang Junyan and others. These people are all powerful ministers in counties, with most tens of thousands of acres of land and as few as hundreds of acres of land. They have family slave divisions, and their ancestors have some official positions in the court. Only such families can provide professional soldiers who are skilled in martial arts and skilled in military affairs. For them, the feudal order between masters and slaves is the ever-changing rule. Those who break this rule must be severely punished, even if this damage is temporarily beneficial to their own side.

"Some regret!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "I think these slaves should be rewarded!"

"Sanlang! This is the one who bears the master!" Chen Faseng became anxious when he heard this: "If Sanqiu treats you like this too-"

"Don't worry, listen to me finish my words first!" Wang Wenzuo smiled and raised his hand: "Everyone, we have been in Baekje for half a year, and everyone knows nothing about it as much as they were at the beginning. I dare say, as long as the people of Baekje can unite, we can't do anything to them. Is this land still theirs!"

Everyone was stunned. They did not expect that Wang Wenzuo suddenly said such a despicable word after the victory. They didn't know how to answer for a while. Wang Wenzuo ignored it and said directly: "According to the historical materials of Baekje people, Baekje came from Fuyu, so their kings all took Fuyu as their surname. It was founded in the later Han Dynasty, which had been more than 400 years ago. During this period, it had risen and declined, but the country's fortunes were endless. General Su broke the capital of the country and moved more than 10,000 heroes of his royal family to return to the Tang Dynasty. But for more than 400 years and dozens of generations of inheritance, how profound virtues were. How could one or two heroes lead troops to restore the country? How could the people not have a longing for? How could this be fought against by manpower?"

"Sanlang is too exaggerated. After all, Baekje is just a small country in the east!" Gu Cihangdao.

"The small country of Haidong?" Wang Wenzuo smiled and said, "Xiao Gu, do you remember how many troops were sent when Emperor Wen of Sui destroyed Chen?"

"Divid the troops in five directions, a total of 500,000!"

"Well, after Emperor Wen destroyed Chen, he counted the treasury and the treasury and the State of Chen had a total household registration of 500,000; and Baekje had a household registration of 760,000. How many people do we have now? Don't forget that the Yellow Sea is much wider than the Yangtze River!"

Faced with Wang Wenzuo's rebuttal, Gu Cihang was speechless, and Yuan Aolie on the side thought more deeply: "Sanlang, do you mean that the Tang Dynasty will lose in the end?"

"If the Baekje people will unite, we will definitely lose. According to the calculation of five households, Baekje people can send at least 150,000 troops, and Japan and Goguryeo will also support them!"

Everyone was silent. The five households and one rank that Wang Wenzuo said just now was actually very relaxed by the measurement standards of wartime. Three households and one rank, two households and one rank, and one rank is not impossible. In an emergency, there will even be a situation where all male ranks are in full swing and strong women are transferred. Especially Baekje is a local war, which means that in addition to the 150,000 troops, there are also a large number of rural soldiers, uniting soldiers, and every soldier of the Tang army will come across the sea. Such a war of attrition cannot be won by the Tang army. The reason why Su Dingfang was able to win so easily was because he caught the Baekje people off guard and had not had time to mobilize them in full, so the country was lost and the king was captured, but now it is impossible.

"So if you want to win, the only way is to prevent Baekje people from uniting!" Wang Wenzuo smiled and said, "Although what you said makes sense, don't forget that we are outsiders now, why should we deal with the affairs of the master and slaves for Baekje people? If they are the master and slave disputes, who will benefit? When we win in the future, it will be too late to re-establish the rules!"

"Yes, Sanlang's words are reasonable!" Yuan Aolie was the first to agree: "It's better for Baekje people to be suspicious of each other, what's up to us?"

"Well, you have the right to deal with things. If you are beneficial to war, you don't have to stick to it!"

"Yes, although those slaves act despicable, as long as they are beneficial to the Tang Dynasty, they cannot be let go of this time!"

Apu stopped before being taken into the gate. He looked up at the sky. The snow had stopped. The sun shone the sky with blue tiles and blue. The breeze urged, carrying the fragrance of rosin. He could no longer remember when the last time he saw such a beautiful sky, and he didn't know if he could see it again.

"Don't be too slow!"

He was pushed hard behind his back, and Apu staggered. Although he couldn't understand what the Tangren said, he could guess a little. He lowered his head and walked into the gate, as if he had walked into the nest of a beast.

Wang Wenzuo sat on the chair in the middle and looked at the three young people who were walking in with interest. From the outside, they looked well-proportioned and well-nutrition. Obviously, they were not slaves who farmed in the fields, but Miao Fu's personal slaves. Without anyone to ask, the three of them knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Wenzuo. Wang Wenzuo decided to win by surprise: "Can you ride a horse?"

"Ah?" Apu raised his head in surprise. He didn't understand why the leader of the Tang army asked him this question.

"Can you ride a horse?"

"Yes! We three can do it!" Apu confirmed that he had heard it correctly this time and quickly replied: "General, why should you give me the order?"

"As promised, I allow the people here to leave, but it's winter now, and they only have five days of rations on them, which is very dangerous. I hope you can catch up and tell them that if you want, you can come back here for the winter! Now it's only one night, and they must have not gone far, and you can easily catch up with them along the trail!"

Apu opened his mouth, and hesitated for a moment, feeling that he had no room for refusal: "Yes, obey the order!"

"Very good!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "For what happened last night, each of you rewarded five pieces of silk and ten stones of grain. In addition, you will also reward each of you with a house in Chaichuan Village. You can choose when you come back!"
Chapter completed!