He heavily tossed the letter over the heads of the crowd: "Then listen to what your family has to say."
The appearance of family letters completely shattered the psychological defenses of the garrison. Soldiers frantically scrambled for the letters scattered on the ground, even if they could only grab half a torn piece of paper, even if they were illiterate.
"Truly a clever tactic." Major Felter walked up to the rebels' negotiation envoy, silently nodding his head: "So, next..."
"Tonight, we will send someone into the fort." The envoy answered bluntly: "Tomorrow, there will be a surrender ceremony."
"Alright. Alright." Major Felter nodded timidly: "Who will accept the surrender?"
The envoy smiled politely: "His Excellency holds you in high regard. He will personally receive your surrender... Please send a few people to open the gates."
"Alright." Major Felter replied.
