Yang Xiao smiled slightly and patted Zhao Gang's shoulder,
"They are just minor soldiers and shrimp. The real tiger is Xie Jun. After this war, Xie Jun's Qi is greatly hurt and won't covet us for a while. These ordinary soldiers are also lives; didn't we have a policy of treating prisoners favorably before?"
In the post-apocalyptic world, the human population is already very low; preserving a life could be considered a contribution to the survival and proliferation of humanity. Otherwise, if all the people on Earth were dead, what would be the meaning of one person living?
Xia Luo nodded in agreement with Yang Xiao's approach.
The seriously injured personnel of Xie Jun thought they would not escape death, but unexpectedly received Yang Xiao's pardon, and immediately felt extremely grateful, clamoring to stay and serve under Yang Xiao.
