Chapter 1050: Rising instead of falling

Chapter 1050: Rising instead of falling

Chapter 1050: Rising Instead of Falling (Two in One)

Ten days!

Get the deal within ten days!
Time is more urgent than Liang Qu imagined.

Fortunately, it wasn't all bad. We negotiated in ten days and retreated in five days. In half a month, the Ghost Mother Cult could come to the rescue...

"The cabinet ministers have discussed this and think that this is a balance point in terms of benefits." Duke of Song Feng Xi, who was arrested together with Duke of Wei yesterday, said, "The people in southern Xinjiang are not easy to get along with. They are all jackals, tigers and leopards.

Your Majesty speculates that within ten days at most, Southern Xinjiang will take action to relieve the pressure on Northern Court so that Northern Court can bite back! "

"In this case, Beiting will be fearless, right?" Liang Qu rubbed his chin.

"Confident? That's wrong." Duke of Wei Xu Youguang shook his head and pointed to the border map. "First, Beiting hopes to put pressure on Nanjiang to catch their breath, but they also hope to take back Shuofang as soon as possible to recover the losses. They don't want an empty city or a barren land.

Second, as for Beiting and Nanjiang, they put pressure on our Dashun, so they are friends rather than enemies? On the same grassland, the eight tribes are not in harmony and often have disputes. In the past, Liujinhai fell into our hands, which means that the position of the eight chiefs of Beiting was not stable, not to mention Beiting and Nanjiang, which are far apart.

Each of them hopes to benefit from the other party's actions, and they may have ulterior motives. If the price is acceptable, then pretending to compromise and letting Dashun withdraw its forces to the south to fight with the southern border and leave the northern border empty is definitely a good thing."

Liang Qu nodded.

There will be casualties in war.

Don’t underestimate Dashun’s victory yesterday. In the actual siege, they also suffered heavy casualties.

The reason for fighting must be that the benefits outweigh the casualties.

Nanjiang helps Beiting not because it is kind, but because it is profitable. It allows Beiting to catch its breath so that it can bite back at Dashun and grab Dashun's limbs with its sharp teeth. The more brutal the fight, the better. It will knock the dog's brains out and tie up all of Dashun's strength so that they can advance straight in and eat big mouthfuls of meat later.

Therefore, Beiting could breathe, but he could not breathe smoothly.

In Beiting, the situation is completely the opposite. The more severely Dashun and Southern Xinjiang fight, the better. When Southern Xinjiang takes action, it is best for Beiting to withdraw cleanly, lick his wounds and take a break. Then, while Dashun is dealing with Southern Xinjiang and the northern border is empty, he should go in even if he is injured.

There are heroes all over the world.

Everything has two contradictory sides, and we have to find a balance between them.

First, firmly grasp the visible benefits.

The records are all fake.

The real thing is to put the money in your pocket and run.

As for how the final outcome will be and how each side will make decisions, we need to analyze each other's specific issues specifically.

The best outcome would undoubtedly be for Southern Xinjiang and Northern Ting to work together, show their true abilities, and achieve great results together, but this situation is simply impossible.

Lord Beiting, instead of the tribes in Southern Xinjiang having such a beautiful dream, it would be better to hope that everyone would put aside their grudges and work together to create a better world and a world of universal peace.

"Let's not talk about Beiting and Nanjiang, let's talk about you, the Earl of Xingyi." Xu Youguang stroked his beard with a smile.

"Me?" Liang Qu looked up.

"A few months later, no matter what the outcome of the battle is, you will take the credit for this battle!"

"They are all the blood of the soldiers who climbed the city walls and the tears of their wives and children."

“No need to be modest.”

Xu Youguang never imagined that his third son's sworn brother, a young disciple he received from a small martial arts school in his hometown, would one day grow up to such a level. It really makes one sigh that life is unpredictable.

"The Snow Mountain Blue Lake first killed the eagle, traveled 100,000 miles to the north to the capital, caught pigs and hunted foxes, and killed three of the eight beasts in ten days. When the country is established, it is not impossible to exchange it for a duke."

Liang Qu waved his hands repeatedly: "My Lord, you are embarrassing me. How can I compare with the two seniors! If we are talking about the position of Duke, it should be General He."

"Hahaha." He Ningyuan laughed and pointed outside the tent, "The Duke is indeed not here, but I heard someone outside shouting 'Marquis Xingyi'."

"A busybody, just a busybody."

Two dukes and a commander of the Western Army.

The three of them are about 500 years old in total. Liang Qu was ashamed by the sudden wave of commercial flattery.

Not counting posthumous titles, there were only a couple of Dukes of Dashun, and they were not won through just one or two battles. They started from Nanzhili and swallowed up the whole country. They were all people with outstanding achievements and made great contributions to the court.

Maybe Liang Qu killed a lot of people in this battle, but it doesn’t mean that the benefits he brought to the court were great enough.

For example, Wang Xuance, who destroyed an entire country alone and was very powerful, was only given the title of "Chao San Da Fu" afterwards, a fifth-rank official without any real power. It started well but ended badly, and ended in nothing. In essence, it was a victory in the war, but did not bring many substantial benefits to the Tang Dynasty.

Decades ago, when the vast Golden Sea was conquered and the Martial Saint unleashed his true fire, he only conferred titles on two dukes.

If Liang Qu remembered correctly, the Duke of Song in front of him was one of them. He was already a marquis before he was conferred the title of Duke.

Xu Youguang was even more amazing. He followed the Nanzhili army when they started their rebellion and rose rapidly all the way.

The value of Shuofangtai City is far less than that of the huge Liujin Sea.

of course.

The city of Shuofang was enough to allow him to jump two levels from the position of second-class earl to the rank of marquis.

Brilliant resume.

Several elders called him "Marquis" in a joking manner.

It was a little awkward, but I felt very happy inside.

Earl, Baron...

No matter how nice the titles of Xingyi Earl and Xingyi Man sound, they are not as good as a Marquis.

Moreover, when one becomes a marquis, he can establish a family temple, and the local people may even build a shrine for his ancestors!
After coming out of the military tent, Liang Qu headed straight for the temporary house.

Military doctors shuttled among the wounded, setting bones and bandaging them, under the strong smell of medicine. The lightly injured continued to go to the front line, those who were able to move helped set up camp, and the seriously injured were sent back to Heyuan Prefecture with supplies.

Liang Qu walked past the loess road in front of the cottage, and the guards on both sides all bowed their heads in awe.

Today, Liang Qu is not stained with blood, and his might is even more awe-inspiring.

The journey was smooth all the way to the deepest point.

In the room, the candlelight flickered and there was a faint fragrance of blood, both of which were manifestations of a high level of cultivation.

Under the oil lamp.

The boar beast and the fox beast were wrapped into two white balls and fell unconscious.

The boar beast Monk was still okay. He was shot from the waist to the chest, leaving only his upper arms on both hands.

The fox beast was the worst off, with the most damage done, from chest to shoulders, its left hand completely broken, and only a small half of its right arm left. An ordinary injured person would need to lie on a bed, but the two of them together could more than fit in one bed.

Liang Qu even felt that the fox beast only needed one bench.

The two were seriously injured, but thanks to their Zhenxiang realm, they were able to hang on to their lives without taking any medicine, and they just had to wait for Beiting to pay for their redemption.

"Lord Jiang, how are the two of them doing?" Liang Qu looked at Grandmaster Zhenxiang who was standing beside him.

"Don't worry, Lord Liang. We have done this countless times. After this time, the two of them have fallen into a desperate situation. Beiting will use drastic measures. In a few years, they can only return to hunting tigers. We will never let them return to the battlefield intact."

"Thank you, Lord Jiang."

"It's your job."

There is no point in redeeming the two disabled people from Beiting.

But as long as Dashun doesn't ask for an exorbitant sum or an astronomical amount, we will redeem it no matter how useless it is.

If I don’t redeem it, what will the other eight beasts think?
What do the Twelve Wolves think?
What do the millions of soldiers think?
Who can cultivate to the pinnacle of perfection, and who does not have a deep background and a complex network of relationships?
After confirming his "trophies", Liang Qu had breakfast with his senior brother Yang Xu to replenish his energy, and then returned to the front line to feel the cold wind.

At noon.

There was another small battle at the foot of Beiting and Dashun mountains. The intensity was far less than yesterday, and it seemed like a competition between small troops.

evening.

The messenger comes again.

Elegant language and various local dialects were heard again in the military tent.

"Fuck your mother!" Ping pong.

Things were smashing and flying everywhere.

Three days passed in a flash.

The people of Shuofang City braved the biting cold wind and headed south.

Hundreds of miles is not a difficult task for a galloping martial artist, but for ordinary people, it is a chasm, especially in freezing cold weather, which is unbearable for martial artists at the fourth level.

Heyuan Prefecture simply hired a fleet, brought the people to the shore, loaded them onto the boat, and sailed across the Liujin Sea.

After taking the city, everyone became a citizen of Dashun.

Each person is taxed a certain amount. After being dispersed, they can go to open up new land, cultivate land, or replenish the population lost due to natural disasters. There is no reason for any loss. After getting on board, there will be hot ginger soup to drink.

On the contrary, it was the harassment troops from Beiting who, in order to prevent population loss, killed and intimidated people. They charged forward, scattered and injured people, and then left in a cloud of dust.

"call!"

Liang Qu stood on the hillside, watching the people leaving the city, scratching his ears and cheeks, feeling itchy all over.

It’s so hot in winter.

What if I am one of them but I have not practiced cultivation?
"Junior brother!" Yang Xu waved.

"Brother! What's that in your hand that smells so good?"

"Hey, good stuff. Today the kitchen is cooking for you. I brought you beef buns for midnight snack. I know your taste. They are spicy, oily, and juicy. The taste may be a little strong. The cooks in the barracks cook like this. Serve while they are hot!"

Yang Xu unfolded the oil paper package, steam billowing out, and inside were steamed buns as big as a bowl. Red oil seeped out from the edges of the buns, which were very delicious.

Liang Qu was not polite. He picked up a meat bun and started to eat it. The greasy juice dripped down, but his eyes were still on the troops in the city: "We eat meat buns, what do they eat?"

"They?" Yang Xu looked down and saw a long line of people in the city, walking on the snow to the outside of the city. Along the way, soldiers were patrolling in the alleys with torches. "Oh, they eat fried cakes, 10 kilograms for adults and half for children. It's enough to eat from Shuofang to Heyuan. Don't worry, there will be more in Heyuan. But it's not tasty, dry and hard. It's okay to soak it in hot water, but it will choke your throat without hot water."

Liang Qu laughed.

Yang Xu raised his head with a suspicious look on his face. He looked around a few more times, then looked at the team below. Suddenly he realized what was going on. Without saying anything, he sat on a rock and ate buns with Liang Qu.

Two people can eat ten big meat buns without worrying about the oil stains. They take a few bites at a time and finish them all before the wind cools them down, which means they feel somewhat full.

"full?"

"It's perfect as a midnight snack, but not quite as a meal."

"Wait."

moment.

Yang Xu brought ten more.

Sit and share the food.

"full?"

"full."

"One day is enough to be hungry, and one day is enough to be full. Don't think too much if you can eat your fill. How old are you this year?"

"After the New Year, I'll be twenty-five."

"Heh, twenty-five, you started practicing at fifteen or sixteen, have you lived a good life for ten years? You are so idle." Yang Xu stood up and patted his butt, "Come on, if you have nothing to do, follow me to patrol. Beiting sent another envoy today. General He said that we must not let our guard down and be careful that they will take the opportunity to attack us."

"Hey, okay!"

The two men went down the hillside.

With the cold wind blowing behind them, people packed up their bags, walked out of their homes, found people they knew, and walked together.

Liangqu passed by the military tent, and the noise inside was far less than the previous two times. In the third round of negotiations, there was finally some sense of sitting down and having a good talk. There was rarely any local dialect, and everyone spoke the elegant Dashun language.

The Jianghuai Lake.

A town on the shore of the Western Waters.

In the cave, flesh embryos grew from the mountain wall, with blood vessels all over the surface.

Between the flesh and blood fetuses, there are two ghost mother believers shuttling back and forth, taking good care of them and marveling at the mountain ghost's growth rate.

"Brother, this new mountain ghost grows really fast. It used to take three months, but now it only takes one month to be slaughtered. And I heard that a mountain ghost can condense two small fetus pills! We only need to collect 3,000 of them. It is no problem for a mountain ghost to swallow seven or eight. We only need to raise 200 of them!" The younger disciples rubbed their hands and swallowed.

"We don't need two hundred. One hundred and seventy or eighty will be enough. Every time we need the blood and qi medicine for raising mountain ghosts, we will report more." The older man shook his head.

"One hundred and seventy or eighty?" The younger people's hearts began to beat fast. They stared at the pills in the gourd and asked tentatively, "But the elder gave us two hundred and thirty portions of Qi and blood medicine..."

"Oh! Don't think I don't know what you're up to. I want seventy-five copies!"

"Seven, seventy-five?" The fellow disciple stared in amazement.

He was unwilling.

I finally managed to steal some Qi and blood medicine to help with my cultivation, but you want seventy-five? Will it be enough to feed the mountain ghosts with one hundred and seventy or eighty after I take it?

Do you think you are at a loss?

"Idiot, you don't need all the Qi and Blood Medicine to raise mountain ghosts. Can't you just go hunt some mountain beasts? There are 230 mixed Qi and Blood Pills. We can have nearly 100 left! I'll take 75, and the rest is yours!"

hiss!
The young disciple's heart was excited again.

"How much you want to take depends on your ability. Go hunt mountain beasts!"

"Don't worry, senior brother. Leave it to me!" The junior brother was very excited and walked out of the cave immediately.

Above the cave, between the trees.

Long Pinghe, who witnessed the Ghost Mother Cult members leaving the cave and listened to the entire conversation between the two, curled his lips and said, "The Ghost Mother Cult members are stupid. They do all the work by themselves and still get little."

"Pinghe, you continue to watch. Let them hunt the mountain beasts and don't let them harm people. If they do, take action in advance. I'll go look for other places. The elder said there are more than a dozen ships."

"Don't worry, bro. I'm watching you!"

Long Pingjiang nodded and disappeared.

at the same time.

There are also dragon people exploring other areas.

The disciples sent out by the Ghost Mother Cult are no more than galloping horses, coordinated by individual wolf smokes, and these dragon hunters are all above the wolf smokes!

The fifth day after the Battle of Shuofangtai.

Southern Xinjiang took tentative action.

Two telegrams were relayed through the imperial capital. While the south was fighting, the north, which was still in the process of negotiations, had already learned of the situation.

Looking at the red eyes of the Beiting envoy, He Ningyuan folded the letter calmly and reduced the price by another three points.

The envoy was delighted, thinking that his negotiations had finally paid off.

After five days and four rounds of negotiations, Dashun's price had dropped to within Beiting's expectations.

The next day.

The Martial Saint of Southern Xinjiang moved northward a hundred miles to put pressure on the border. Although he did not take action, the situation was very good. Beiting was overjoyed and decided to wait for a day and then pursue the victory, forcing Dashun to surrender half of its troops and using cattle and sheep to make up the number.

Seventh day.

In the morning, the two sides had a small-scale challenge, the intensity was controlled below Zhenxiang, and both sides won and lost.

Inside the military tent, He Ningyuan was calm and composed. In front of the envoy, he overturned the previous day's negotiation and raised the price, catching Beiting off guard.

The messenger was stunned.

(End of this chapter)