Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 228 You die first

On October 30th, in the center of Guangning City, more than thirty miles east and less than an incense stick away from the coastline, there were turbulent waves.

This is also the front line of the Ming army from the Liaohe River.

When a war breaks out, this is where the first troops are dispatched.

At this moment, the Chinese army is encamped.

The autumn wind whistled outside the camp, and the fire burned brightly in the tent.

Huo Ying, the envoy of the Later Jin Dynasty, held a letter written by Dai Shan and knelt down to Wang Qi to present it.

Daishan's autographed letter was written in both gold and Chinese. He expressed his respect for Wang Qi and was unwilling to lower his position too low.

The intention is that both parties are at the same level and in the same position, so there is a basis for equal dialogue.

Huo Ying stood quietly in the center of the tent, head lowered, waiting for Wang Qi's response.

This envoy of the Later Jin Dynasty, Zhenghuang Banner Jia La, had more than 20 oxen in his hands, Dai Shan's nephew, was extremely brave, and was deeply appreciated by his uncle.

Next to him, there was a Han man, Fan Wencheng's brother, Fan Wencai.

But at this time, Fan Wencai had shaved off his golden tail and looked just like Huo Ying.

Facing Wang Qi, who was sitting there looking at the letter expressionlessly, for some reason, Huo Ying, who was not far away, felt that his heart was beating wildly and almost uncontrollably.

It's like facing a dark abyss, nothing more than this.

"Peace talk?"

After a long while, Wang Qi threw the letter in his hand on the table, with an expression as if he had heard a big joke.

It is better to say that it is a peace negotiation than a condescending gift from the Jurchens.

The strong ravages the weak, don't read this letter now, groveling and trying to soften it a bit. When he heals his wounds, licks his scars, and becomes hungry, the eyes he looks at you will show nothing but green greed. Mercy and kindness.

Wang Qi never believed in any nonsense on the negotiating table.

A blank piece of paper is far less tangible and reassuring than a skull wine glass.

"Daishan asked you to come here just to bluff me with an empty document?" Wang Qi glanced at the table with his fingers, and his expression on Huo Ying became more and more unkind.

The seven or eight guards in the tent held long swords in their hands, waiting for Wang Qi's order.

"Dear Sir, cough, cough, cough," Huo Ying hurriedly took a deep breath, trying to calm down the fear in his heart as his voice was trembling and hoarse due to nervousness.

"Sir," Huo Ying swallowed, and continued after a while: "This time I, Dajin, came with sincerity, and it is far from just a piece of paper."

"Oh, sincerity?" Wang Qi nodded and sneered: "The sincerity in your mouth refers to returning the Liaoyang City that originally belonged to me. Is this considered sincerity?"

Wang Qi's eyes became colder and colder, and his tone was also unkind: "Shenyang City, Fushunsuo, Puhe, Kaiyuan, Tieling, I am here not just for Liaoyang City!"

Facing Wang Qi, who was aggressive and showed no intention of continuing the conversation, Huo Ying's expression froze and he didn't know how to answer.

"Sir," at this moment, Fan Wencai, who had been standing beside Huo Ying silently, spoke. He first bowed to Wang Qi, and then said respectfully: "If you are willing to talk, I can Help spread the word.”

"Huh?" Wang Qi seemed to have just discovered Fan Wencai standing aside, and asked with a puzzled face: "What is that?" "Slave. Fan Wencai," the most important thing for a minister is to be thick-skinned, and face Wang Qi. Qi ignored him in a way that was almost humiliating. Fan Wencai replied with a smile without changing his expression: "Now I am working in the House of Internal Affairs, supervising the vassal affairs office."

"Oh, then who are you, Fan Wencheng?" Wang Qi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's my younger brother," Fan Wencai was still respectful.

"I heard that Fan Wencheng died at the foot of Guangning City and his body was buried in the wilderness." Wang Qi leaned forward and asked doubtfully: "Do you know about this?"

Wang Qi exposed the scar in front of him, and it was the pain of bereavement. No matter how good Fan Wencai was at nourishing qi, his whole body was shaking slightly at this moment, which was almost uncontrollable.

"You probably haven't even seen your brother's grave in the wilderness, right?"

Wang Qi did not stop and continued to ask.

"Mr. Lang Guo, what you said is too much." Fan Wencai originally treated the well-known Wang Qi with courtesy, even when facing enemies, and he promised to be a gentleman, but now it seems that Wang Qi's every word and deed , what’s the difference between that and the gangsters in the market?
  "Let's do this," Wang Qi interrupted Fan Wencai and said seriously: "Huo Ying and I will talk about the peace talks. As for you, I will send someone to take you to the wilderness tomb outside Guangning City, and you can stay there. , guard your brother’s grave.”

"Mr. Governor, this is not the way to treat guests!" At this point, Huo Ying had to stand up and stop him.

Huo Ying and Fan Wencai came together as a team, with Huo Ying in charge of making decisions and Fan Wencai in charge of negotiations. Both are indispensable. Now that Wang Qi is going to put Fan Wencai to death with just one word, the negotiation still has not continued. It is necessary to go down.

As for Fan Wencai, he knew even more clearly that as long as he walked out of this big tent, there was absolutely no way he could return to Shenyang City alive—Wang Qi's tone just now meant that he was not going to let him go back.

Hearing Huo Ying's words, Wang Qi could hardly hold back: Are you a fucking guest?

"Come here!" Wang Qi called the soldiers inside the tent.

"The general is here!" A group of guards took a step forward, holding waist knives.

"Invite Master Fan down and let him die first."

Wang Qi didn't even want to take another look at Fan Wencai.

"Wang Qi, you are ignoring state affairs and putting your personal grievances above the court!" At this moment, Fan Wencai knew that Wang Qi would not let him go, so he shouted: "You insist on going your own way and are unwilling to negotiate peace with me, Daikin. Is it true? Are you afraid that once the war stops, your authority will fall away? If the Ming court finds out about your wild ambitions, from what I can see, you will never be tolerated by the civil servants!"

"wild ambition!"

"The warrior harms the country!"

"Incomprehensible!"

"I am willing to surrender!"

Fan Wencai's voice faded away, and the tent gradually became quiet.

Huo Ying, who was standing there, turned pale at the moment. Faced with such a strong and unpredictable Wang Qi, the Jurchen, who had always bent his bow and controlled his horse to kill like a sheep, didn't know what to do!

He picked up the letter on the table and lit it on the fire nearby. Looking at the letter that burned violently and soon turned into ashes, Wang Qi's voice slowly sounded: "Go back and tell Daishan that if you want peace talks, There is only one plan, and that is for the Jurchens to return to Hetuala within ten days. No Jurchens are allowed to be seen on the land of Liaodong, otherwise, we will plow the courtyards and sweep holes, destroy their kind, and uproot their ancestral heritage!"

Huo Ying didn't get angry at all when he heard Wang Qi's words. Who knows if Wang Qi will be in a bad mood next second and act on him? Therefore, he just replied softly: "This proposal is too harsh, and the council of political kings will not agree to it!"

"Go tell Daishan that I won't let him think about it for too long. In three days, the Ming army will set off and fight to the death below Shenyang City!" Wang Qi said as he stood up slowly: "If you like to clean your neck, just wait to be slaughtered. Jurchen!"

(End of this chapter)