After the plan was finalized, arrangements were made in full swing.

Qiao Diyi rubbed Jiaojiao's little face back and forth, agreed to have dinner together tonight, and then hurried out of the city.

Xiang Wenqiu and nearly 700 other people had already changed into regular clothes and were now arranged in tents outside Wuding City, under the personal supervision of Qiao's army.

Qiao Diyi was even kind enough to bring a royal physician with him, after all, many of the Northern Army soldiers were wounded by arrows.

My eldest brother has just concluded in the tent that whether this Northern Expedition can be fought successfully and whether casualties can be reduced depends on two words - win the hearts and minds!

When the Qiao family soldiers stationed here saw Qiao Diyi coming, they all saluted.

Everyone obviously realized that the general was going to slowly shift the burden to the second young master.

Whether it was finding the source of the epidemic and capturing Mo Yongsheng a few months ago, or bringing back more than 700 Northern Army soldiers without a single soldier a few days ago, it was obvious that the second young master was already capable of taking charge.

Qiao Diyi nodded to everyone, and then found the tent where Xiang Wenqiu was. He was about to loudly remind the people inside, but several exclamations came from the tent first.

"Brother Xiang, you can't do that!"

"Brother Xiang, please get up quickly, the brothers can't bear it!"

Qiao Diyi raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard Xiang Wenqiu say miserably: "I have failed the trust of all the brothers! I, Xiang Wenqiu, deserve to die!"

"Before we set out, Vice General Chang promised me the position of the leader of ten thousand men, but in fact he wanted to get rid of me to make way for Lucius. I didn't realize it was a conspiracy, and it also implicated my brothers."

"Old Xie and Old Hu were killed by arrows and burned in the sea of ​​fire in order to protect me. I am so ashamed of all my brothers. I, Xiang Wenqiu, deserve to die!"

At this point, Xiang Wenqi was already choking with sobs, and the sound of his kowtows was loud and clear.

"Brother Xiang, the guilty ones are Lu Xiu, Deputy General Chang, and... that vicious old man Mo Qiandai!"

Obviously, it takes determination and courage to speak ill of someone you once admired and followed, but once the words are out, the tall image that has stood in your heart for so many years collapses.

As soon as these words were spoken, the anger in the tent was instantly ignited.

The depressed and desperate crowd seemed to have finally found an outlet to vent their emotions, and they all started to curse the culprit, Mo Qiandai.

When they recalled the admiration and devotion over the years, and thought of the brothers who died from arrows and in fire, they couldn't help but cover their faces and cry.

Xiang Wenqiu felt heartbroken. He was a lone man with no worries, but almost all of his 700 brothers had living parents and some even had families.

If he cannot send them home safely to reunite with their families, he will never be at peace in his life and will die with regrets!

There are also Lao An and Lao Mai. They are the best friends of his. Lu Xiu will definitely not let them go...

When Xiang Wenqiu was feeling worried, a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the tent: "Mr. Xiang, can I come in and have a chat?"

It’s Qiao Diyi’s voice!

Upon hearing this, the Northern Army wiped their tears and stood up. Xiang Wenqiu took a deep breath and held back the tears in his eyes.

The next moment, Qiao Diyi came in through the curtain. Xiang Wenqiu looked at him deeply, then spoke in a cold voice:

"Qiao Diyi, we have become your prisoners. This is your Qiao family's territory. You can come if you want. You can enter if you want. Why bother with this?"

Qiao Diyi didn't care about Xiang Wenqi's sarcasm. He looked around and saw that the others were sensible and avoided him one after another.

"This is the territory of Yong State, the world of the Shen family. How can it be the territory of our Qiao family? Our Qiao family can't do what Mo Qiandai did, with his own army."

When Xiang Wenqiu heard Qiao Diyi mention Mo Qiandai, his face suddenly darkened, "How long have you been listening outside? Are you here to make fun of us?"

Qiao Diyi walked to the main seat and sat down, spreading his hands. "If you insist on thinking this way, I can't help it."

Xiang Wenqiu was furious when he saw this, "You!"

He couldn't say anything to scold Qiao Diyi, because if it weren't for Qiao Diyi, he and a thousand brothers would have been killed long ago.

This kind of weird attitude was nothing but his self-esteem and his extremely complicated feelings towards Qiao Diyi.

Seeing Xiang Wenqiu was speechless, Qiao Diyi said bluntly: "Mo Qiandai is so despicable, do you still want to protect him? You mentioned before that you are on good terms with everyone in the South Camp. Now I ask you to write a letter to expose Mo Qiandai's true face. Are you willing?"

Hearing this, Xiang Wenqiu suddenly lowered his eyes to look at Qiao Diyi and said coldly: "You want me to betray my country?"

Xiang Wenqiu was a real capable person. He knew in his heart that although Mo Qiandai was despicable and cruel, he had to admit that he was the most capable general in the Northern Kingdom.

Once Mo Qiandai loses the morale of his troops, the Northern Kingdom will be halfway defeated before the battle even begins.

"Treason?"

Qiao Diyi propped up his chin, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said lightly:

"How rotten is your Northern Kingdom? In this battle of Yongbei, your Northern Kingdom is destined to lose. What I am planning today is just to reduce the casualties on both sides."

"If you are willing to help, it may be considered treason to those good-for-nothings in your northern court, but you are a great benefactor to ordinary people and soldiers."

"Xiang Wenqiu, you are a smart man. Or rather, when you decided to take the remaining brothers with me back to Yong Dynasty during the day, you had already made up your mind, didn't you?"

Xiang Wenqiu took a step back and his face turned pale.

Qiao Diyi was right about everything.

The words "The country is going to perish" that he shouted to Deputy General Chang and the others today were not spoken in a moment of anger, but he had already made up his mind at that moment.

Qiao Diyi's behavior has been so strange in the past few days that he had already guessed in his heart that Qiao Diyi must be asking for something from him.

Mo Qiandai had bullied them to this extent. If he wanted to protect the brothers around him who were sworn to follow him to the death and were even willing to protect him with their lives, they could only go south, and he could only do as Qiao Diyi wished.

Thinking of this, Xiang Wenqiu's back suddenly bent, breaking his pride at this moment.

Since the other party had already seen through his thoughts, there was no need for him to pretend anymore. He would have written the letter even if Qiao Diyi didn't say it.

Because Lao An and Lao Mai are still in the South Camp, and once Lucius becomes the captain of ten thousand men, they will most likely be implicated by him, or even follow in his footsteps.

Now, there was only one thing that puzzled him.

"Qiao Diyi, I, Xiang, have become your captive. If you use the lives of my brothers to force me to write this letter today, I will have no choice but to write it. Why do you have to treat me with such courtesy?"

When Qiao Diyi heard that Xiang Wenqiu agreed to write the letter, his eyebrows raised, and when he met Xiang Wenqiu's eyes, he said in a calm voice:

"Although you and I have different positions, I respect you as a man."

Xiang Wenqiu was slightly startled when he heard this, with a hint of touch in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by bitterness.

At this time, Qiao Diyi had already raised his voice: "Someone, bring paper and pen!"

Xiang Wenqiu took the paper and pen with a serious expression. He didn't need Qiao Diyi to urge him at all. He had already sat down at his desk and started writing.

Seeing this, Qiao Diyi's mouth curled up slightly.

What he hadn't said just now was: How can a letter written under duress be the same as a letter written from true feelings?

To attack someone's heart, you need to learn how to play tricks on them...