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Chapter 207: I slaughtered the No. 1 Department, and the warhorse is mine too (Bonus chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
At a very young age, Ugucha understood a principle.

This world is very realistic; only things of value can exist.

A life without value is like an ant on the ground; no one will care if it is crushed to death.

However, his status as the young prince of the Department of the Number One Army still carries some weight. In reality, in clashes between opposing forces in this era, truly important figures are rarely killed outright. After all, important figures hold significant positions, and many people care about them. In exchange for their safe return, those who care about them are willing to pay the corresponding price.

As for those who died on the battlefield, they were basically just the lowest-ranking soldiers.

Wugucha was a clever man. He displayed an extremely humble and submissive demeanor, attempting to quell Song Yan's murderous intent in this way.

Although it was humiliating, it was worth it compared to losing my life.

He was destined to unify the Jurchen people and lead them into the Central Plains. How could he possibly perish so easily in such a place?
Moreover, there is an old saying in the Central Plains: "Those who understand the times are heroes!"

Thinking this way, the sense of humiliation in my heart was greatly reduced, and I even felt a sense of tragic heroism and self-pity for enduring humiliation for the future of my people.

“My esteemed general, I know that the soldiers of Ningguo are short of warhorses. If you are willing to let me go back, I am willing to offer three hundred warhorses as a reward.”

Seeing that Song Yan remained silent, Wugucha spoke again, presenting tangible benefits in the hope of persuading the young man before him.

Three hundred warhorses—that's no small number.

Even with only three hundred heavy cavalry, they would be an absolute force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. They could easily scatter and rout even a thousand light cavalry. But Song Yan remained unmoved. He simply walked step by step behind Wugucha, grabbed the hilt of his Mo Dao, and pulled hard. With a "plop," a spurt of blood gushed from Wugucha's shoulder.

The laceration looked extremely horrifying, and given the freezing weather, even if Song Yan didn't kill Wu Gucha directly, this person probably wouldn't live much longer.

The unbearable pain caused Wugucha's entire body to convulse violently. His face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. Short, rapid breaths escaped his throat.

pain.

It really hurts.

Wugucha prided himself on being an iron man, yet even he couldn't withstand this kind of suffering.

He knew that if he didn't do something, he would really die.

He was really scared.

Even the gyrfalcon on the Haixi Grassland cannot help but feel fear when death comes.

He trembled, pressing his forehead to the ground in the most humble posture: "Respected General, I beg for your merciful forgiveness. I am willing to offer four hundred... no, five hundred warhorses in exchange for my life. I am willing to become your servant as a hostage."

Song Yan's cold voice finally came: "I just said that I don't need prisoners."

Dead aliens are good aliens.

Song Yan has always adhered to this truth.

Just then, Liu Yisheng suddenly walked up to Song Yan and whispered, "My lord, what Wugucha said makes some sense."

"Although the Khan of the No. 1 Bureau had many sons, he was indeed the most favored one."

Although the reason was not that Ugucha was the most intelligent or the bravest, it was simply because Ugucha's mother was the youngest and most beautiful concubine of the Khan of the Han Dynasty.

"This guy will probably be a cripple from now on. Trading a cripple's life for a batch of warhorses is a pretty good deal."

Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "Sir, you know a lot about the Jurchens?"

“That’s natural. Since I decided to follow my lord, I have been looking into some information about the Jurchens. As my lord knows, even during times of war, there are many merchants traveling between the Central Plains and foreign tribes. It’s not difficult to find out some information.” Liu Yisheng smiled and said, “The Jurchens exist as a tribal alliance. The leader of the alliance is the Great Khan, who is equivalent to an emperor or a ruler.”

"The chief of each tribe is called the Jilie Khan, which is somewhat similar to a prince with a fiefdom."

"Therefore, there are a lot of all sorts of princes and princesses among the Jurchens."

"The Haoshi tribe is located in the southern part of the Haixi Grassland, less than a hundred miles from Xinhou County. Among the many tribes of the Jurchen, it is just an inconspicuous small tribe. Including the old and young, the tribe has no more than ten thousand people."

Song Yan was ashamed. Good heavens, a prince from a small tribe with only ten thousand people... the value of this prince has plummeted.

“Tribes like the Haoshi tribe have very little say. Although Pingyang Prefecture was plundered by the Jurchens, the Haoshi tribe should not have received much grain.”

"And this year is another year of bitter cold."

Liu Yisheng spoke eloquently, analyzing the current situation: "Winter is coming earlier, and spring will probably be even later next year. This winter will be extremely difficult to endure. If we can cooperate with the Haoshi tribe and exchange grain for their warhorses, I think the Haoshi Khan will not refuse."

Song Yan frowned immediately.

His expression was displeased.

Liu Yisheng didn't care. He was just expressing his suggestion. He was a strategist, and his duty was to devise plans. Whether the lord liked it or adopted it was the lord's business: "I know that the lord has a great aversion to foreign tribes, but this is the fastest way I can think of to improve the combat power of the lord's soldiers."

"My lord, why don't you consider this: if we could quickly muster a heavy cavalry force of four thousand men, how secure would this border pass be? How could those Jurchen barbarians possibly be a match for us?"

"To be a king, sometimes you have to make some trade-offs."

Despite the excruciating pain, a hint of surprise appeared on Wugucha's face, and his gaze towards Liu Yisheng was filled with gratitude. He was a good man; he had actually pleaded for Liu.

If you survive, when he leads his tribe's cavalry into the Central Plains, he will give you a quick death and stop torturing you.

As expected of me, how merciful!
Seriously, to be a king? Is that something you can just say so casually?
Just then, some heavily armored infantry returned from a distance; they were scouts who had been patrolling around, keeping watch for any other Jurchen cavalry.

However, the Jurchen cavalry didn't find them, but they did find some Han Chinese women who had been abducted. These women were still in shock, their eyes filled with deep fear. When they saw the blood-soaked ground and the mangled corpses of the barbarians, many burst into tears. Some even threw themselves on the corpses, beating and tearing at them, picking up scimitars from the ground and stabbing the bodies repeatedly…

There are only women, no men.

Judging from the women's reactions, Song Yan basically understood what the cavalry had done.

He suddenly smiled and patted Liu Yisheng on the shoulder: "Sir, you still don't understand me enough."

"I've had enough of the frustrations I've experienced in the past ten years or so. In the rest of my life, I just want my mind to be at peace."

Song Yan pointed at Wugucha: "This is a wolf cub. He's only submitting now because he knows he's about to die."

“Once he leaves Ningguo’s territory, his true nature will be revealed. Do you think there are any Han slaves captured by them in the Bureau of the Imperial Household Department? Do you think he will take out his humiliation on those Han slaves after he returns? How many Han people do you think will lose their lives because of this wolf cub?”

Liu Yisheng's expression gradually became serious as he pondered Song Yan's words.

Just then, Song Yan pointed to the women behind him and said, "If I release Wugucha, how can I face the elders of Ningguo?"

Liu Yisheng trembled, his face turned deathly pale, and he bowed deeply to Song Yan: "My lord is righteous, but I am shallow."

Wugucha was stunned.

no……

What's going on? As he talks, it seems like he's about to die again.

Song Yan smiled again and patted Liu Yisheng on the shoulder: "Sir, there is no need to belittle yourself. From your perspective, your suggestion is not wrong. You are willing to go against the principles you have adhered to all your life to consider my needs. I should be thanking you."

After a pause, Song Yan continued, "But sir, you seem to have forgotten something..."

"Oh, what is it?" Liu Yisheng had recovered and asked curiously.

Song Yan smiled and said, "The warhorses... the Haoshi tribe is only a hundred miles away from Xinhou County, which can be reached in three days. So, as long as we slaughter the Haoshi tribe, the warhorses will still be mine, right?"

Why waste food to exchange for it?

"The grain grown by the people of the Central Plains is so precious, how can it be given to these wolf cubs?"

Liu Yisheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he bowed to Song Yan again: "My lord is noble, my lord is talented, my lord has the demeanor of a king, which I am far inferior to."

The demeanor of a king?
Ma Han and Wang Chao pursed their lips and looked away, pretending not to have heard these treasonous words.

Good heavens, this Liu Yisheng weighs 100 pounds, but has 90 pounds of rebellious spirit.

Before, he would at least try to avoid people, but now that he's in Liaodong, he's completely let loose and doesn't even bother to act anymore.

Wugucha was stunned. How could it be that as they were talking, it wasn't just him who was dying, but the entire Haoshi tribe was about to be wiped out?

Aren't the people of the Central Plains supposed to value benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom? Why do these people seem even more barbaric than the savages?

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the Mo Dao had already swept across him.

It was as if it had been sliced ​​through a block of tofu, without the slightest hesitation, and a head was severed directly.

Ugucha died with the dream of unifying the Jurchens and ruling the Central Plains.

I wonder if this counts as dying before even getting started?
"Pack your things, get ready to go!"

……

Almost at the same time, in the prefectural city.

This is the only place in the entire Pingyang that has never been trampled by the Jurchen cavalry.

A figure sat on the city wall, the armchair swaying gently. Despite the biting wind, the fox fur coat made him feel little cold.

Several beautiful women served him at his side. One woman was gently massaging the man's legs, while another woman peeled and seeded grapes, held them in her cherry lips, and fed them to the man.

This kind of posture can certainly be described as carefree and unrestrained.

A hand slid down the woman's waist and landed on her full breasts.

With a little pressure, a blush rose on the woman's face.

This man is none other than Qian Yaozu, the current Prefect of Pingyang.

(End of this chapter)