Chapter 1051: Blood Profit, Return to Zhang Dynasty

Chapter 1051: Blood Profit, Return to Zhang Dynasty

Chapter 1051: Blood Profit, Return to the Dynasty (Two in One, Please Give a Monthly Ticket)

"Sir, we had a good talk last time. Why is it that under the pressure from the Southern Xinjiang Martial Saint, Dashun has risen instead of falling?"

"Is there something we don't know?"

"The Dashun state has been established for seventy years. Has the country become so powerful?"

"Shut up! You're messing up!"

The seven members of the delegation left the Dashun army tent. There was snow all over the sky. Some feet were deep and some were shallow. The cold snow and ice were flying everywhere. Snow flakes as big as salt grains stuck to their beards and did not melt for a long time.

Hearing the counselors' noisy and worried words, the leading ambassador turned around suddenly, glared and cursed.

The snow was silent.

Only strong winds remain.

The ambassador looked around, feeling very disappointed, and scolded: "It's all just bluffing, nothing more than deliberately busying yourself!

Who knows if Dashun is just a coward? Will you be frightened by the price increase? Are you marmots on the grassland? What job do you want to do? Go back to your cave and chew sand grass as soon as possible! "

The counselors looked at each other, and the oldest one bowed.

"Please explain in detail, Ambassador."

The ambassador snorted coldly: "Put yourself in their shoes. If you were the officials of Dashun, and you learned yesterday that Nanjiang had taken action, you immediately lowered the price today. Are you afraid that we in Beiting can't see that they are afraid of fighting on two fronts? If you are happy about lowering the price again today, I will doubt whether it is a strategy of Dashun to lure the enemy deep into our territory and let Beiting down!"

"This……"

"The ambassador has a point."

"That's right, Dashun must be bluffing! He wants to make me confused! I almost got fooled!"

Everyone bowed.

"We are not half as wise as the ambassador."

"Alright, alright. Walls have ears. Let's go back and discuss this. Let's go back and tell Lord Wolf and let him make the decision."

The messenger flicked his sleeves and strode forward, fearless of the wind and snow.

But in his heart...

The Martial Saint is a stone in the river. Beiting can know the actions of the Martial Saint in Southern Xinjiang and the pressure on the border of Dashun, but he will not know the specific battle situation unless one of the Martial Saints dies on the spot.

In this situation, if the relationship between the North and the South of Dashun deteriorates sharply, it may be possible that the country will be stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate itself, but it is definitely not now.

In this way, the victory or defeat can only be determined by those below the Martial Saint.

From south to north, across the entire Dashun, it is impossible for the Beiting spies to rush 8,000 miles on the Chidao Road and cross Dashun. It will take at least two months to get the specific situation!

“Could it be that Dashun is more powerful than the Grand Master imagined?

Is a person below the Martial Saint capable of fighting on both fronts?
But above the Martial Saint, who will shed the first drop of Yaolong blood? It definitely won’t be me, Beiting…”

The ambassador was covered in snow and wind, and his face looked gloomy.

What I just said was only meant to calm the military's morale.

During today's negotiations, He Ningyuan's attitude was so firm that he was also stunned for a long time.

Return to people on a snowy night.

In the snow, a blue ball that had been lurking secretly rolled out. Hundreds of meters away, it broke through the snow, leaving a small hole. It flapped its golden wings and flew back to the top of the mountain, telling everyone in the military tent everything that the few people had said.

On the square table.

Awei swayed his body and opened and closed his mouthparts.

"Hehe... From what I hear, this envoy from Beiting does have some skills." He Ningyuan sneered.

"As the saying goes, if you don't have the right tools, you can't pick up porcelain." Duke Song shook his head.

Dashun certainly does not want to fight on two fronts.

Firstly, the combined strength of the north and the south is comparable to that of Dashun, making it difficult to determine the winner; secondly, at the level of Yaolong Wusheng, the battlefield will no longer be easily fixed to a certain city or prefecture. If a fight really ends, the troops will be badly damaged, and many heroes will inevitably rise up in rebellion.

Heyuan Prefecture has a "telegram" that allows it to keep abreast of the situation at all times and communicate directly with the Holy Emperor. It is confident enough, but it cannot change the real trend.

But everything is true and false.

If you understand it in your heart, won’t you be afraid?
This is a wonderful novel about strange things and ghosts, with a very flawless binding. Even though I know it is fake and I know the whole story, I still can't help but feel suspicious when I read it again late at night when everyone is asleep and see its choice of words and sentences.

"Pass the order down to strengthen patrols tonight. Also, Lord Liang will have to trouble you."

Liang Qu said sternly: "I will do my best!"

He Ningyuan handed over three more Wusheng jade tablets: "Hand over at Yin hour, give them to the next person, no need to return them."

"understand!"

He Ningyuan nodded: "Building bridges and canals, your majesty has a keen eye, Lord Liang is truly a pillar of the country!"

It was inevitable that Liang Qu was wasting his talent when it came to the confrontation patrol, but Liang Qu had volunteered and was very active, so he could only praise him.

Above the snowy mountains.

Soldiers walked around the barracks and tore down the merit notices that had been posted for several days but no one had reported.

Liang Qu exhaled hot air and stared at Beiting under the night sky.

Logically speaking, it would be somewhat difficult to adapt to the first battle in a group, with blood and broken limbs everywhere. However, after killing two of the eight beasts for seven or eight days, Liang Qu really felt aftertaste.

It's not that I have a murderous nature.

Without it.

In the past, when a galloping horse entered a war zone and a water monkey turned into a marmoset, Liang Qu felt an irresistible desire to destroy. Worried, he went to the old monk for help.

The old monk just let him destroy as much as he wanted.

Its essence is the huge increase in power, which causes an imbalance between itself and its position in the world.

It's like a three-year-old baby who has just learned to walk and wants to know the world thoroughly, destroying things everywhere and pushing things everywhere. Once he has had enough fun and is familiar with the world, he will know how heavy a stone is and how painful it is when it hits him, how hard a wooden board is and how much force is needed to destroy it. He will not be hurt while destroying things and his karma will disappear.

The essence is a kind of self-protection of the body.

Ze Ling was promoted to Water King Ape, and Liang Qu is in this state again at this moment.

In the past, killing a snake demon was enough.

Now, it is still not satisfying to deal with two eight beasts.

I just destroyed it, killed it with two shots, didn't feel any pain at all, the boundary was still blurred.

"Is there any movement tonight?" Liang Qu asked the patrolling soldiers.

The soldiers clasped their fists and said, "General, you have killed three beasts in ten days. Now Beiting is just a stray dog, and is in a state of panic all day long. It is too late to be afraid of you, so how dare you come and stroke the tiger's whiskers again?"

Liang Qu was speechless: "Whatever I asked you, you said it, but you didn't even come?"

The soldier said, "Your Excellency, there is no movement. There was harassment last night, but it usually doesn't happen that often."

"Don't let your guard down because of me!"

"Yes!"

Liang Qu shook his head and left.

Each of them wants to make progress so much.

If the soldiers knew what Liang Qu was thinking, they would definitely cry out that it was injustice.

Liang Qu was an official at the Huaidong River Basin and had never served in the Western Army. Judging from his fate, the Jianghuai Lake was his hometown and it was impossible for him to come to the Western Army in the future. It was useless for him to try to please him. He was just doing this out of respect for the strong.

After walking around and making sure everything was alright, Liang Qu felt around his waist and found six Martial Saint Jade Plates in total.

A sense of security.

Don’t be afraid even if a sick tiger comes!
Before the fight with Balstai, the old monk and the King of Yue each had three pieces. After the fight, the old monk had only two pieces left.

Before coming to Heyuan Prefecture, Liang Qu went to Ningjiang Prefecture to ask for another piece. The King of Yue had been hollowed out. It took half a year to gather one piece, but Liang Qu's consumption was too much. The east, west and north were all in full bloom. How could ordinary Zhenxiang fight so well? Fighting is risky. There is money to be earned but no life to spend. There is no time to hide. The last such master was called Zhang Longxiang.

But it doesn’t matter. Liang Qu has passed the door, and the little apprentice who has not yet entered the door, the grandson of the King of Yue, Wen Shiyun, has a piece in his hand!
The child is young and can’t use it.

Anyway, Wen Shiyun never goes out and lives in the Ningjiang Palace with his grandfather, the King of Yue. He doesn't run into any trouble. After being given the cold shoulder by the King of Yue, he is temporarily "borrowed" by Liang Qu, also for free!
I have three, and He Ningyuan borrows three, making it exactly six.

"Junior brother! Do you want some roasted sweet potatoes?" The cold wind blew in, Yang Xu opened the tent, holding two raw sweet potatoes in his hands.

"Eat. Why not eat if there's food available?" Liang Qu moved his butt and gave up his seat.

"Row."

Yang Xu threw the raw sweet potatoes into the brazier without using an iron hook. He just dug them out and buried them in with his bare hands.

Liang Qu packed up the jade tokens, inserted one on each position of his belt, and felt around to familiarize himself with their respective positions: "By the way, Senior Brother, I see that Heyuan Prefecture and Beiting all have martial saint skills, why don't you use them at the beginning? You have to wait until the city is breached to throw them all out at once."

"Hmm, that's a good question! That's the difference between fighting a war and engaging a small group of troops."

"All ears."

"First of all, the means of the Martial Saint are not endless. They are a strategic reserve that is available half a year. Try to use them as far as possible. Junior brother, you have fought with the Eagle, and I have heard you briefly say that you should pinch the card at the beginning, right?"

"Ah."

"Once you start using it, can you not stop? You use it and I use it, until we are both basically empty-handed?"

"Almost." Liang Qu recalled that he swung his sword randomly at the beginning, until the opponent was exposed.

Yang Xu opened the charcoal fire, poked the sweet potatoes, and continued to roast them in the ash: "For a small unit, it is fine to use them first in personal combat. The results are enough, and survival is the priority. Anyway, there are only a few pieces in hand, and there are too many unexpected things.

It's different for a large army, because everyone has so many strategic reserves and there are many masters with quick reactions. They guard against each other and fight off each other. With so many people, there are fewer surprises. If you are careless, the people around you won't be.

There are no surprises. It is very likely that we will have lost all our cards before we even encounter a close combat. But they are useless. We will just have to fight against the enemy. We are all the same, but we have to wait for half a year for supplies, and we can’t get much.”

Liang Qu understood something vaguely.

The fault tolerance is different.

In small-scale combat, the margin for error is too low and the entire army could be wiped out if one is not careful.

On the contrary, large-scale ones have the ability and opportunity to keep their cards until the critical moment.

Yang Xu continued, "So basically, if you use it after you encounter it, at a critical moment when everyone is a little exhausted, the results will be much greater than if you throw it away at the beginning."

In general, different levels of consumption will result in different situations and results.

When you first throw it, it's a defensive shield that everyone has.

The real trick is to throw it in the middle.

Maybe it wasn't an experience they had at the beginning, but after just two fights, they co-evolved to this state.

"Brother, when do you think it will be better?"

"It should be ready soon. This sweet potato is so sweet." Yang Xu poked the sweet potato.

"I said negotiate."

Yang Xu spread his hands: "I don't know much about this kind of thing. If you didn't come, I could still attend the meeting on your behalf. If you came, I wouldn't be qualified to see General He. You should know more about this kind of thing than me.

In the twenty years since the Western Army came, there have been almost no major battles in which the Eight Beasts died, let alone the capture of Shuofangtai. However, Beiting will definitely not give up.

There is no fire and hot soil under Shuofang Terrace, so it is not a good place. But now that Liujinhai has returned to us, it is no longer the inner lake of Beiting. Shuofang Terrace is the only place in Beiting that can touch Liujinhai. We will never give it up easily. We are just weighing the cost of buying it back directly and fighting for it. The court dare not bite too hard. "

Liang Qu nodded, thoughtfully.

The days pass by one by one.

tenth day.

Southern Xinjiang continued to exert pressure. On the border between the two countries, two Martial Saints faced each other, with two more in the rear ready to support them at any time.

The Jianghuai Lake.

Long Eying is responsible for the Ghost Mother Cult incident.

On the contrary, the Snow Mountain calmed down and there were not many unusual movements.

The Great Snow Mountain is not as good as Southern Xinjiang, nor as good as Beiting, but it is definitely much stronger than the Ghost Mother Cult, which inevitably makes people a little confused.

Ling Xuan and others were secretly alert.

Amidst such undercurrents, Dashun sat firmly on the double humps, while Beiting became increasingly impatient.

They sent many martial saints to move southward, and Dashun used the Huai River as the boundary and also sent many to move northward, refusing to give in at all.

If we delay any further, the population of Shuofangtai will be evacuated. It is better to pay more money!

There is still a choice now, but when there is really no choice, there will be a massive bloodshed!

Many of the eight tribes raised objections and some even criticized that they did not buy at the lowest price a few days ago, and now after the pressure from Southern Xinjiang, the price is getting more and more expensive, which is not worth the loss.

It can be described as "internal and external troubles".

Everyone was exhausted both physically and mentally. The blood on the city wall had not yet dissipated, and the high-intensity pulling consumed a lot of energy that could not be compared to one or two days of poor sleep.

Today is the eighth round of negotiations.

The envoys argued that "Shuofangtai City is empty", "the population was eaten up by you Dashun", "a young and strong man should be worth fifty taels of silver, a cow should be worth eight hundred taels, a sheep should be worth...", and "if this doesn't work, we will fight".

Dashun finally gave in and the price returned to the low level during the fourth round of negotiations.

It is also the "historical" lowest price.

At this moment, the messenger had a perverted idea that he had taken advantage of something.

Liang Qu heard something strange outside the tent.

After eight rounds of negotiations over ten days, the saliva from both sides had sprayed out a small pond.

In the end, I felt like I didn't sell my inventory when the price reached its highest level, and I immediately regretted it after it fell. Now that the price has finally risen back to its original price, I dare not delay any longer and have to sell it quickly.

Inside the military tent, the noisy discussions disappeared.

Become!

moment.

One after another, large abacuses several meters long were moved in, with three abacus masters standing on one abacus. The sound of the beads hitting each other was deafening, and the sound was quite similar to that in a mahjong parlor.

"It's time to let Frog Man come." Liang Qu scratched his temple.

However, if a strategic-level frog creature like Frog Man takes action, he will definitely suffer a loss.

Moreover, the Imperial Observatory might have similar capabilities.

"Three portions of the best quality medicine, five portions of medium quality, thirteen portions of the worst quality... thirty portions of the best quality medicine, one hundred portions of the medium quality medicine, one hundred and fifty portions of the worst quality... twenty thousand portions of the best quality medicine... three hundred million taels of silver, of which cattle and sheep can be used to pay off debts... strong-aged bulls..."

The large amount is frightening.

Three hundred million, three hundred million!
The territory is large, and the numbers are also large!

The medicinal herbs in front are priceless!
Fortunately, there was a large portion of it as ransom for the two beasts. He Ningyuan said frankly that of the ransom, the imperial court would take 55%, and half would be given to Grandmaster Jiang who was responsible for causing the two beasts to fall in realm, and the remaining 40% would be Liang Qu's own!
With so many great medicines, it’s definitely not difficult to pick out a few water-related ones!

into the night.

The messenger walked out of the tent with a gloomy face, holding a thick stack of account books in his hand, and subconsciously glanced at Liang Qu in front of the tent.

Liang Qu glared back.

As the evil spirit rushed towards him, the messenger's heart began to beat violently, his teeth chattered, and he managed not to kneel down, and left trembling.

Liang Qu stretched lazily.

"I can finally go back!"

(End of this chapter)