"A prisoner?" Li Hongzhao sneered sarcastically, "Chu Zhiyuan, what dream are you dreaming!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Two prisoners?"
"I don't know any Evil Sect."
"Ten, then." Chu Zhiyuan said, "With the utmost sincerity, it can't be more."
"Twenty!" Li Hongzhao said lightly, glancing at him with a take-it-or-leave-it attitude.
"Twenty..." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Returning twenty prisoners to the battlefield, I don't know how many Da Jing soldiers will be killed. Ten is already the limit, it can't be more."
Before returning the prisoners, their thumbs must be severed to prevent them from wielding weapons again, preventing them from returning to battle.
It seemed that Li Hongzhao did not understand the intricacies of this.
Da Jing and Da Meng never exchanged prisoners; they either killed them directly or sent them to work as laborers in the mines until they died of exhaustion.
