I'm so hard

Chapter 74 Let's Negotiate
Five days later, Zhao Yan led Dazhou's [-] soldiers to station at the border of Gyeongju.

These [-] soldiers include [-] cavalry, [-] infantry, and [-] Bugo troops.

Not only did Da Zhou's combat effectiveness not decrease, but it became stronger and stronger.

In contrast, in Northern Mongolia, there are only [-] cavalry and [-] infantry left, and their morale is quite low.

Yang Hong and Shen Tuyi were radiant and full of heroism. They had never fought such a rich battle in their life, and they had never chased the Northern Mongolian army so embarrassingly.

Of course, all of this depends on Zhao Yan's resourcefulness.

In the military tent, Zhao Yan and several soldiers stood in front of the marching sand table.

Yang Hong asked: "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes at Yang Hong, and said, "Do you still need to ask me how to fight next? Let's fight hard! If [-] hits [-], you won't be able to fight, you can go home and pick up the children!"

"Hahahaha..." There were bursts of laughter from around.

At present, recovering Gyeongju is only a matter of time.

And Yang Hong and Shen Tuyi also knew how to fight next.

You can win without thinking.

But at this moment, in the northern Mongolian army camp, Ergu was rubbing his temple with one hand, and the freshly roasted leg of lamb next to him was no longer fragrant.

He had never felt so powerless before, and until now he still didn't understand how the Da Zhou soldiers got to that grove.

This sense of unknown made him feel fear.

In the hands of Zhao Yan, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty seemed to be like heavenly soldiers and generals, capable of performing various miracles.

And the current disparity in military strength is huge, and it is almost impossible for Northern Mongolia to protect Gyeongju.

"What should I do? What should I do? Don't you all call yourself Zhuge Kongming? Give me an idea!" Ergu roared.

Now he is completely confused by Zhao Yan, and he has no idea in his mind.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and wearing an animal skin vest coughed dryly, and suddenly said: "Commander, I feel that for the present plan, we can only negotiate peace."

The old man's name is Shanpu.

His grandfather was a senior official of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his father was also a Jinshi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he surrendered to Northern Mongolia.

He has a very high status among the counselors, and he is also trusted by Ergu, who almost regards him as his master.

Hearing the word "negotiation", Ergu subconsciously wanted to lift the table.

Only the weak make peace with the strong.

In the past hundred years, Northern Mongolia has never proposed peace to any country.

But when he saw that it was Shanpu who proposed it, he couldn't help but stop the impulse, and decided to listen to his explanation before considering whether to lift the table.

"Old Shan, peace negotiation has never been my characteristic in Northern Mongolia. Cavalry and domineering are. Why did you propose peace negotiation?" Ergu asked patiently.

Shanpu stroked his beard lightly, and said: "Commander, the worst situation for us at present is to abandon Gyeongju and return to Northern Mongolia. Our border with Northern Mongolia is not only dangerous, but also sparsely populated. Da Zhou It is impossible to continue the attack."

Ergu blushed, the land on the northern Mongolian border was not suitable for farming, only for grazing, and the land was sparsely populated, and the herdsmen were all tough, sometimes even turning a blind eye to his orders.

To put it bluntly, Da Zhou didn't care about the land of Northern Mongolia at all.

It would be useless even if he snatched it over, unless he could wipe out Beimeng in one go, but now Dazhou doesn't have such strength.

Shanpu went on to say: "At present, in terms of military strength, we are indeed inferior to Da Zhou, and the chances of winning are extremely small, so the ministers advocate a peace negotiation, so we will tell Da Zhou to give Qingzhou to them, but they must give us some money to compensate , or we will threaten to fight them to the end. Da Zhou has never liked war, and isn’t it because of money that we wage war? According to my understanding of Da Zhou, they will definitely agree, but this time we get money Probably less."

"Do you also think that the Great Zhou will agree to negotiate a peace?" Ergu looked at the counselors and asked, if he were Zhao Yan, he would definitely not agree to negotiate a peace, but would use the army to crush directly.

All the counselors nodded.

They didn't know Da Zhou's thoughts, but they felt that if the fight continued, they might not be able to return home, so they also advocated a peace negotiation.

"If a peace is negotiated, then who should go? It is impossible for me to go!" Ergu raised his head and said, he wanted to retain his last dignity.

He already had no face to see Zhao Yan, if the other party said: "Shout Uncle, I will agree to negotiate a peace."

Whether Ergu shouted or not.

"Don't shout, absolutely don't shout!" Ergu told himself very firmly in his heart.

And these counselors also lowered their heads one after another.

In the previous peace talks, Northern Mongolia had an absolute advantage, and they were going to be masters, so naturally they rushed to go one by one, but this time they were going as grandsons, so no one was willing to go.

"I would like to go!" Shanpu said calmly.

"Okay, you are worthy of being a good old man. You are really a soldier of Northern Mongolia. This commander will send Chidon as your captain of the guard to protect your safety!" Ergu said.

Hearing the name "Chiton", all the counselors were a little envious.

Chiton is the captain of Ergu's guard, with extremely high combat effectiveness, and in the entire Northern Mongolia, only Ergu's words are useful to him.

Even if the dying Khan speaks, Chidon may not necessarily listen to him. This is definitely an unprecedented glory.

On the evening of the same day, Zhao Yan received a peace agreement from Northern Mongolia, saying that Shanpu, the first counselor of Northern Mongolia, would come to the peace talks at noon tomorrow.

Speaking of Shanpu, almost everyone in Dazhou knew him, and there was no one who didn't hate him.

Born in Dazhou, studied in Dazhou, but defected to Beimeng, and then hurt Dazhou.

This kind of person is even more hateful than the Northern Mongolians.

"Your Majesty, shall we see or not?" Shen Tuyi asked.

Zhao Yan thought for a while and said, "It's impossible to negotiate peace, but I would like to see Shanpu."

"I also want to meet him and humiliate him!" Yang Hong said through gritted teeth.

These years, they have suffered a lot from Shanpu. His father Yang Xinghuai wanted to get a knife when he mentioned Shanpu.

This shows how much he hates this person.

The next day, around noon, Shanpu sat in a carriage and was escorted by eight guards to Dazhou's military camp.

Without saying a word, he first knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards Da Zhou's barracks, then stood up with tears in his eyes, and muttered: "I can't go back, I can't go back!"

Beside Shanpu, stood a general in black armor. He was nine feet tall and looked fiercer than Shentuyi. He was holding a saber tightly in his hand, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion. He was Er Chiton, the captain of the ancient guard.

Facing envoys from enemy countries, Da Zhou still has the courtesy that Da Zhou should have.

Yang Hong walked out of the barracks with several soldiers, and said in a cold tone: "Master Shanpu, please!"

Shanpu cupped his hands towards Yang Hong, and then strode towards the barracks with his guards.

(End of this chapter)