Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

Rukledin finally decided to wait until tomorrow when the Mongolian envoy came to persuade them to surrender, drive out the other low-level assassins, and then tell the Mongolian envoy in detail about their current situation and strongly express his desire to surrender.

"Then, Master Assassins, let's make a deal. Tomorrow, we will drive out all the low-level assassins and say we want to greet the Mongolian envoys individually. Then we will talk to them secretly about this matter and find a way to kill these fanatical low-level assassins.

Finally, we will think of a way to sneak into the Eagle's Nest and lead the Mongolian army." Rukledin sighed and expressed his thoughts.

To be honest, as the leader of the Assassins, the only son of the Old Man of the Mountain, and the next Old Man of the Mountain in the future.

He originally had an extremely high status and could be said to be a prince-level figure in this land. However, facing the powerful Mongol Empire in the east, he really had no ability to resist.

It is also said that the Mongol Empire has now completed its merger with Taohuashi. Taohuashi is now facing internally, while the Mongol Empire is facing externally.

There were even quite a few peach blossom stone men in the Mongol army that marched westwards this time. In the east, the Mongol Empire had already unified the country. (Western forces could not understand the Daqian Empire. In their eyes, Zhang Yong's country was still the Mongol Empire. Only after decades or even centuries of founding the country, would these Western countries call you by the name of a real dynasty.)
Hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops came to attack. If his father, the old man in the mountain, had listened to his advice, he would have stayed in the mountain and defended his position.

Then they might still have a chance of survival, and perhaps they could still preserve their family business and the Assassins' foundation that had been established for hundreds of years.

After all, the Mongols came from the west to conquer the land here, so it is impossible for them to stay here for too long. They can only hold on for a period of time.

Then he could make a symbolic gesture of surrender, and the Mongolian army would retreat on their own. But now he was in a dilemma. For some reason, his father, the old man in the mountain, had asked him to lead the army to die.

In this situation, fighting the Mongols was the most foolish thing to do, and it would only lead to death. So Rukleddin decided to surrender to the Mongol Empire without hesitation with everyone.

As for the future, let’s talk about it later!

"Lord Rukreddin, this is all we can do now. I hope Allah will protect us and let us escape this disaster."

"May God bless you!" Everyone present began to pray collectively.

Early the next morning, as usual, Zhang Dingxia summoned all the generals to his military tent.

"Your Majesty! Should we send an envoy according to tradition, or directly attack the enemy!" asked a Khwarezmian general.

After the entire Khwarezm was occupied, Zhang Dingxia was now nominally the king of Khwarezm, so he could be addressed as "Your Majesty" by Khwarezm's ministers. (Here, it should be noted that Khwarezmian generals and some local generals, and even Mongolian generals, could address him as "Your Majesty", while Han Chinese generals in the Central Plains could address him as "Your Highness" or "Second Prince".)
"Bamxin, do you think we should send an envoy?" Zhang Dingxia touched his chin and asked the trainer of his father's assassin army.

As the local boss, Bamsin still has a lot of say.

"These troops are totally unworthy of mention! We can send an envoy, one team of envoys to the territory of the old man in the mountain, and another team of envoys to the territory of his son, who is the commander of the current army. We can send two groups of envoys to persuade them to surrender." Bamsin touched his chin and said.

Since we want to persuade them to surrender, it is naturally better to use a two-pronged approach.

"Second Prince, I also think that we can try to persuade them to surrender first! Let's see their attitude first." Guo Kan said.

Bater, Hulagu, other Mongolian generals and Han generals also nodded.

Soon, two teams of envoys set out from the Mongolian camp, one group heading towards the Rukledin camp more than ten kilometers away, while the other group headed towards the Eagle's Nest more than sixty miles away.

Half an hour later, the envoy of the Western Expedition Army arrived at Rukledin's camp, and was respectfully invited into the camp by Rukledin.

"All of you low-level assassins, get out. We will take care of you here." Rukreddin coughed twice and sent away several assassin apprentices and low-level assassins.

Naturally, these low-level assassins had no complaints about the eldest son of the old man in the mountains. They immediately pulled the tent curtain respectfully and left.

"This must be the envoy of the Mongolian army! Please take a seat, envoy." Rukledin respectfully invited Zhang Ding's envoy to take a seat.

"Prince Rukleddin, this time, I am here to visit you on behalf of Zhang Dingxia, the son of Zhang Yong, the King of Khwarezm, the Khan of the Mongol Empire, the Emperor of the Great Qian Empire!" The envoy of the Western Expedition Army bowed respectfully to Rukleddin and the other assassin masters in the tent.

"There is no need to be so polite, envoy. We also admire the Daqian Empire in the East very much." A master assassin said.

"That's great, Prince Rukreddin, and all the assassin masters, there are also several assassin masters in our Western Expedition Army, who are from your organization, and they have been loyal to our Emperor Zhang Yong for decades.

So I came here this time to persuade you to surrender. If you are willing to surrender, then as long as you pay the taxes on time, you can keep your territory.

If you force a war with us, you should know the consequences. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Prince Rukledin, are you willing to surrender to our Western Expedition Army?" The Mongolian envoy of the Western Expedition Army asked.

"Great imperial envoy, I am very willing to surrender to your country. I do not want to go to war, and our country has surrendered to Genghis Khan before.

But my foolish father actually believed the rumors and launched a shameful rebellion. Now he is against the empire again. This makes me very sad, so I want to surrender to the Western Expedition Army.

All the assassin masters in this tent are willing to surrender to the Mongolian army. We hope you can convey our intentions to the monarch in the East. " Rukledin nodded and spoke respectfully to the envoy.

The Mongolian envoy was overjoyed to hear this. If the other party was willing to surrender, then his mission was perfectly accomplished.

After I go back, I can also get rewards from the coach. In this way, it will be good for you, me, and everyone.

"That's good, then Prince Rukledin, I will rush back to the barracks immediately and tell Commander Zhang Dingxia!

Are you willing to surrender with your army, and then we will host a banquet in the tent tonight to entertain you?" The Mongolian envoy said happily.

"Messenger, please wait a moment. Although I and all the assassin masters present here are willing to surrender, we cannot control some of the soldiers." Rukreddin said with a very embarrassed look on his face.

Hearing this, the Mongolian envoy, who was originally extremely happy, immediately changed his expression. He thought that the other party was thinking of some tricks again, or even proposing some surrender conditions!

"Oh! Then, Prince Lucretin, just tell me what your conditions are. If I can make the decision, I will agree to it. If I can't make the decision, I can return to the barracks and report to the Second Prince."

"We are willing to surrender. But some of our troops are ordinary assassins and assassin apprentices. They are all fanatical religious elements who believe in the tradition of ascending to heaven after death.

These people will be very happy and even excited even if they are killed, and they will never surrender, so please help us to eliminate them." Rukledin said.

Several other assassin masters also nodded.

"Prince Rukreddin, are you sure you are not kidding me? How could such a thing be possible in this world?

You are the commander of this army, and all of you present here are generals. How can you not command your own army?" The Mongolian envoy asked with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Are you kidding me? As a general, can't you lead the troops under your command and be the master of these troops? Then what kind of general are you? What kind of general are you?

“Dear Mongolian envoy, although I am helpless, this is the fact, these people are fanatics!
But I can assure you that other ordinary militiamen and mercenaries completely obey my command, and they don't want to fight the Mongolian army. " Ruklaidin's face was also a little ugly, and he said.

"Hmph! I need to return to the military camp and report this matter to the Second Prince. As for whether the Second Prince will listen to you, I can't guarantee it." The Mongolian envoy snorted coldly.

"Honorable Envoy, I am telling the truth. Every word is true. I know you don't believe it, but you just said that there are some people in the army of the Eastern Emperor Zhang Yong who used to work for our Asa Star Organization. So they must know my difficulties.

You just need to ask them and you will know whether what I said is true or not. " Lukeledin came to the messenger, bowed respectfully, and spoke humbly.

"In that case, can you send one of the assassin masters here? And bring your own handwritten letter?

Come with me back to the Mongolian camp and tell our commander, Zhang Dingxia, the second prince of the Daqian Empire and the King of Khwarezm, about this matter?" the Mongolian envoy asked.

When Rukreddin heard this, he turned around and looked at the assassin masters present, then nodded to each other.

"Dear Messenger, I am willing. I will write a personal letter immediately, and you will choose a master assassin among those present.

I will follow you back to the Mongolian military camp to discuss this matter. Please help us eliminate these fanatical assassin troops." Rukledin said.

After hearing this, the Mongolian envoy's expression eased. He nodded and asked Rukleddin to write a letter of surrender personally and select a person from among these assassin masters.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Mongolian envoy secretly returned to the Mongolian military camp with a master assassin.

The other group of Mongols had actually just arrived at the Eagle's Nest a few dozen kilometers away, and were brought to the contemporary mountain old man by the assassins in charge of guarding it.

This is a skinny old man who looks to be in his sixties or seventies. He has a big beard and wears a big hat that looks like a face plate on his head.

He was lying lazily on his bed, with two young maids massaging him, peeling a bunch of grapes and putting them into the old man's mouth.

He was holding a huge pipe in his hand, and was constantly putting some black stuff into the pipe. Then he took a puff with great obsession, revealing an extremely intoxicated look.

“Great Old Man of the Mountains, the Mongol Western Expedition Army, the Great Qian Empire has sent an envoy to see you.

I have brought him outside your palace, do you want him to come in?" A master assassin knelt respectfully in front of the contemporary mountain old man Aladdin and said.

"Ahem! The Mongolian envoy is coming to see me. Humph! I know what they are here for. Ahem! Go and select ten of the most loyal assassins. I will arrange a wonderful performance for this envoy." The old man in the mountain said with excitement on his face.

Upon hearing this, the Master Assassin sighed helplessly, nodded, turned around and left, going to select the ten most loyal assassins.

Soon the Mongolian envoys were taken to a villa, which was an open-air courtyard with a tall pagoda on top.

Aladdin, the old man from the mountains in this area, was sitting on his throne, looking at the Mongolian envoy with a smile on his face.

"Leader of the Assassins, the old man in the mountains, Aladdin, I come to see you on behalf of Zhang Dingxia, the son of Zhang Yong, the emperor of the Daqian Empire.

I hope to discuss a good result with you to avoid unnecessary casualties. "The Mongolian envoy bowed to the old man Aladdin in the mountains and spoke.

"Don't be polite to me. I know very well what kind of people you Mongolians are. Genghis Khan also sent envoys here 30 years ago. I was still very young at that time.

My father warmly entertained you, but you threatened us with war and forced us to surrender. Now more than 30 years have passed, and you are back again, right?" Aladdin, the old man in the mountain, snorted coldly and asked.

What are you doing here? Don't I know? Aren't you here to persuade us to surrender?

"You should avoid unnecessary casualties. Our army covers the sky and is like a moving forest. We also have weapons that can fly into the sky. You are no match for us. Surrendering will be in your best interest." The Mongolian envoy raised his head and said proudly.

"Hahaha! You came to my country. You use my people to threaten me. This is really the funniest thing in the world, but I won't kill you. I want to perform a very special show for you." Aladdin, the old man in the mountains, snorted coldly.

"I wonder what kind of entertainment program it is that you, the old man from the mountains, need to perform for me personally?" The Mongolian envoy smiled and asked.

It seems that my way of persuading the enemy to surrender is not going very smoothly this time.

The old man in the mountain sneered, then stood up with the help of several maids, supported by a cane, walked to the messenger, sneered, and clapped his hands.

Ten carefully selected, strong-looking assassins dressed in white robes came to the old man in the mountain.

"Honorable Mongolian envoy, I will perform a magic trick for you next. Please choose one of the ten people." Aladdin, the old man in the mountains, said.

The Mongolian envoy had no idea what Aladdin was up to, so he just randomly pointed at a white-robed assassin.

The old man in the mountain, Aladdin, nodded with great satisfaction, then nodded to the white-robed assassin and made a gesture.

"Don't be afraid, kid. Go! Complete your mission and show them!" A trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the assassin master next to him.

But he still patted the young assassin's apprentice on the shoulder. An extremely excited look immediately appeared on the assassin's apprentice's face, and then he began to climb up the mountain with his bare hands along the wall.

The Mongolian envoy was a little curious when he saw this scene. Could it be that he wanted to show him how to climb with his bare hands?

"My assassin army is well-trained. Each of them has such flexible and agile skills that they can sneak into your monarch's palace without anyone noticing.

Then give your monarch a great gift, such as stabbing a dagger into the head of your monarch's bed or throat." The old man in the mountain sneered and said.

This time, he wanted to give the Mongolian envoy a warning, an absolute deterrent, and even leave an absolute shadow in the heart of the Mongolian envoy.

"There is a saying in the East. It's called 'Yerlang Zida'. It means that the monarch of a small country is arrogant in front of the monarch of a big country." A Han envoy who followed the Mongolian envoy said with a cold snort.

Are you kidding me? You actually threatened your own monarch with assassination. As for you, whether you can enter the palace is another matter! Not to mention the palace, whether you can reach the East alive is another matter.

"Don't be anxious, kid! The show isn't over yet. Next, my assassin will perform a leap of faith for you! A leap of faith." The old man in the mountain smiled and said.

While they were chatting, the assassin's apprentice had already climbed to the top of a tower several dozen meters high, and stood bravely on a wooden board.

The eagle flew past him and let out a loud cry.

The messenger had no idea what the old man in the mountains was going to do.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, the assassin apprentice in a white robe simply opened his arms and dropped directly from the sky in a free fall posture.

An eagle flew past him and made a loud cry.

There was a loud bang! (End of this chapter)