The snow in the North has stopped, but it hasn't melted yet.
The road is more difficult, especially for cavalry.
Ying Zhexu, who returned to the border between Beirong and Northern Qi non-stop, immediately distributed the medicine for sores. This is tantamount to great news for the soldiers who were severely injured in the war.
Looking at the young emperor with green stubble from his hard work, the soldiers lifted him up and caught him again.
In the lobby where the meeting is held, the fire is burning warmly.
Ying Zhexu sat in the middle, holding a briefing in his hand, a simple notebook used by the military to report the battle situation. Sitting below are Nanyuan Wang, Bu Zhan, Xu Ruoran and others.
"Father-in-law, how many soldiers died when I left, and how many wounded soldiers do we have?" Ying Zhexu asked.
The king of Nanyuan replied: "Qingzhou, Yongzhou, and several nearby cities, the number of people who died due to battle damage, missing in the snowstorm, and subsequent lack of timely treatment exceeded 20,000. Now there are 30,000 injured. One hundred thousand soldiers are distributed in several cities."
One hundred thousand soldiers sounds like a lot, but unlike the nomadic Beirong, they can run with tents while fighting. They have to defend several cities, and there are not many people in a single city.
"Thirty thousand!" Ying Zhexu felt troubled, the amount was too big, "This time I brought back some high-quality gold sore medicine, and there are enough keels for the military doctors to produce on the spot. How many days are there enough food and grass?" ?”
Bu Zhan bowed and greeted the ceremony, "Go back to Your Majesty, save it, half a month at most."
"Half a month is enough." Ying Zhexu finally heard good news, "If our food and grass are only enough for half a month, Bei Rong, who has separated from Dasheng's allies, is afraid that he will dig grass roots in the snow .Order to go on, be sure to guard the food and grass. If there is any mistake, it will be dealt with by military law."
A scout said: "Your Majesty is wise, we have received news that the road is blocked due to heavy snow, and the cavalry is difficult to move. Bei Rong has already begun to kill horses."
If it wasn't for the end of the mountain, the Beirong people would never kill their own horses. Horses are like their partners, life and death friends on the battlefield.
Ying Zhexu stood in front of the map with his hands behind his back, and his fingers landed on the golden tent. "Pass down the order to let the women in the city fold more paper kites and let them out. Well, it says that there is enough food and grass in the city, and that there is good medicine for golden sores in Dayan. Emperor Dayan is kind and does not kill defectors and captives."
"Now give you seven days to write a letter of descent, call yourself a minister, enshrine Emperor Yan as emperor, retreat a hundred miles from the border, and pay yearly coins every year. Dayan retreats, and the border market can also be opened. If you don't follow, after seven days, Dayan Carry out a military strike against Beirong, and sacrifice the sword of Emperor Dayan with the blood of the king of Beirong."
These words were spoken calmly from Ying Zhexu's mouth, but with the power of deterrence, it made people's blood boil. At least Bu Zhan thinks so.
His Majesty is the natural leader. With him, everyone feels at ease and full of courage to welcome a victory.
"Yes." Everyone was ordered to speak in unison.
In the next few days, countless kites floated above the city of Northern Qi.
Bei Rong army didn't know it, so they thought it was a secret weapon, and retreated for several miles, until a bold Bei Rong soldier picked up the paper kite and read the message passed on it.
In fact, Bei Rong sent envoys in less than seven days.
The temptation of gold sore medicine is too great, and the temptation of food is not small.
After all, they were once hostile parties, and the Beirong envoys shouted under the city wall, "The two countries are at war, and the envoys will not be beheaded." When he was welcomed into the tent of the Chinese army, his voice was almost hoarse.
"Tuoba, the envoy of Beirong, asked to see Emperor Dayan."
The emperor naturally couldn't see it, because the status was not equal.
Xu Ruoran hated the Beirong people deeply, because her father, King Zhenbei, died at the hands of the Rongsheng coalition forces.
Not watching the seats, and not serving tea, Xu Ruoran asked, "Where is the letter of surrender?"
It is naturally impossible for the surrender letter to exist, and the envoys were ordered to bargain. "What is your official position and what should you call it? I came here with the sincerity of the Khan. It's okay to be a minister, but it's just the boundary and the old coin..."
Xu Ruoran suddenly stood up, leaning on the table with both hands, leaned forward, and stared forward, "Khan? Aren't your Khans consumptive? The kind that can't be cured. Why, can you still give orders?"
The envoy was stunned for a moment, like a sculpture, God knows how shocked he was when he heard this sentence.
"If you don't pay the old coins, our Majesty thinks that you won't have a long memory. If you really can't get it out, you can use Costin and a horse to pay. By the way, add cistanche."
The Beirong envoy almost vomited blood.
What is Haidongqing? It is the totem of the Beirong royal family, which is equivalent to the mysterious bird of Dayan. Without Haidongqing and the steed, the Beirong people will lose their dignity and proud backbone. As for cistanche, even the Beirong royal family doesn't have much!
"You, you, you! You are like a lion!"
It was Bu Zhan who answered him. "Don't dare! When your cavalry and butcher's knives swung at Dayan and the people of Northern Qi, did you ever think about today?! The sky net has been restored, how has the law of heaven ever spared anyone?"
The envoy was almost **** off. He pointed to his nose and said, "Your emperor, Jinkou, has already opened his mouth. Don't kill the defectors and captives. I won't negotiate anymore. Can I surrender?"
"Yes." Xu Ruoran smiled with his lips curled up, with a hint of evil and madness. She clapped her hands, and soon food was served outside. The meal was lamb fingers, sprinkled with cinnamon and cumin.
This time, someone finally brought a low table and a small horse to the envoy. It was very careless and uncomfortable to sit on, but for the delicious mutton, the envoy endured it.
As a result, the mutton was served to Xu Ruoran and Bu Zhan, and they only had hard pancakes. "It is said that Dayan is a state of etiquette. Today, it seems that it is worse than our Beibei."
Xu Ruoran ate a big mouthful of mutton, and the corners of his mouth were stained with oil, "You say you surrender and you surrender, what about the certificate of honor? Do you think us Dayan people are stupid? Just come and have wine and meat, and wait for you to finish eating before drawing your sword? It's so naive."
The envoy had a soldier who was growling with hunger. He ignored etiquette and went directly to grab the meat. The guard drew his knife and slashed at the shoulder of the Beirong soldier, blood dripping immediately.
"You! You!" The envoy was so angry that his subordinates did not fight, and he was chopped with a knife.
Xu Ruoran picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said boldly: "Come here, give me the golden sore medicine. Let Beirong Youbang experience the development of our pharmaceutical industry."
The military doctor came up and bandaged the soldier.
The soldier's blood stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain was weakened.
"Miraculous medicine!" The envoy blurted out.
Bu Zhan cut the meat with a knife, and replied: "I have plenty of this kind of medicine in Dayan. You also know that I, Queen Dayan, is the king of medicine, who can live and die. In the future, the average life expectancy of people in Dayan will..."
He held out five fingers. "Extend five years old, this is also a national policy of health and inflammation, five years old!"
From ancient times to the present, countless people have longed for the alchemy of immortality, but now, someone wants to extend the life of the entire nation by five years. How great is it?
The envoy's eyes were red and his nostrils were dilated, showing his emotional changes. "My lords, what do you need to vote for a certificate?"
Xu Ruoran said with a smile: "You can use several kinds of genuine herbal medicine or cattle and sheep designated by our queen to exchange for gold sore medicine. To kill the defectors of the Beirong nobles, they will be rewarded for their merits. If you kill the right wise king, you can enter the Yan court." Those who rank among the nine ministers and kill Bei Rong's mysterious national teacher can be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister."