Chapter 220 has been enhanced.
The minor leader, whose face had been slapped and left a bloody welt, looked up for a moment, then quickly lowered his head.
Old Han glanced down slightly, paused for a moment when he saw the little leader's somewhat unusual appearance, then dropped the riding whip and said, "Throw him back!"
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked toward the table. At that moment, Lin Changning had already walked in carrying a food box.
The moment their eyes met, Old Han nodded slightly: "Why so slow?"
Lin Changning bent over and placed the dishes from the box onto the table one by one.
He bowed his head and said, "Chief, it's been a while. The dishes were just being cooked and are still hot, so it took a little longer than usual."
Old Han snorted: "Alright, everyone come over and eat."
After the four of them had eaten and drunk their fill, Lao Han patted his bottom and was about to leave, but his steps were a little unsteady. Lin Changning, being very perceptive, helped Lao Han up.
"Commander, I'll see you out."
Old Han pretended to be drunk and was supported by Lin Changning as they staggered out of the prison.
The two had just walked out when, after a short while, Old Han straightened up. Although his face was still flushed, his eyes were clearly clear.
"Brother Lin, that bastard really could understand us. I whipped him a few times and spread the false information, but do you think this will work?"
In truth, Lin Changning was also somewhat unsure, but he figured this person would tell the Tartar's third prince the truth.
However, having only this one person was not entirely safe, so the Tartars detained them in batches in different places.
Lin Changning patted Lao Han: "It's a bit risky to just get one like this. Let's go to a few other places and find a few people who can speak Chinese."
Old Han nodded: "There's no need to be too deliberate. Let's send some different people. Two people are enough to bring the information back. Sending more would be too deliberate."
Lin Changning responded and pondered for a long time before suddenly thinking of those little children, and a flash of inspiration struck him.
“Didn’t we bring back those kids? Why don’t we have them deliver lunch? I think Chunsheng is a clever one. Let’s try and see if any of them can understand Mandarin. What the kids say might be more credible.”
Old Han replied, "Then we'll do as you say."
Lin Changning found Chunsheng and a few maids, instructed them on how to speak, and then taught them how to deliver soup that evening.
"Just speak normally, carefully check if there are any people inside who can understand Chinese, preferably those who can speak Chinese, and then spread the message."
Chunsheng glanced at Lin Changning, seemingly a little excited: "Yes, sir, we will be careful."
In the evening, the kitchen staff gave some water for rinsing the pots to a group of children.
The children carried buckets of water to the place where the Tartars were guarding. These Tartars only had a few sips of water and half a nest a day. Some of them seemed a little surprised to see a group of children carrying buckets of water to give them water.
The Tartars were bound hand and foot, a group of about a dozen tied together. Chunsheng, holding a bowl from a bucket, shouted, "These bastards killed our parents! We've finally got our chance!!!"
The two little girls chuckled and carried the bucket to add water to Chunsheng's bowl.
Chunsheng said in a harsh voice, "I should have drunk more water and added more stuff to their water! Humph!! They should have peed a lot more!!!"
Another boy chimed in, "Brother Chunsheng, you should have told me you'd added something! I was so thirsty, I almost drank it!"
As Chunsheng spoke, he scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to one of the Tartars in the group. There were only a dozen or so people sharing one bowl, and most of the time, the person would drink a couple of sips and then pass it on to the next person.
Chunsheng spoke quite loudly; children don't hold back when they talk. A group of people watched the Tartars drink the spiked soup with laughter.
After walking past about seven or eight people, Chunsheng glanced calmly at a man who absolutely refused to drink water.
After exchanging a glance with the boy next to him, a smile flashed in his eyes. This person must be able to understand Mandarin, otherwise why would he be so resistant?
After a group of children distributed the water in buckets, they identified about four or five children who could understand Mandarin.
Chun Sheng said casually, "I heard that the imperial court is going to launch a full-scale attack on the Tartars recently. What are your plans for the future? Staying in the military camp all the time isn't a good idea."
A little girl raised her pale and thin face: "Wherever Brother Chunsheng goes, I will go."
Chunsheng casually pulled a group of children to the side of those who could understand Chinese.
He lowered his voice, but made sure that those around him could hear him clearly, and said in a low voice.
“Yesterday I went to clean up an official’s tent and heard them say that the imperial court is going to attack the city with all its might. The border areas will probably fall into war again soon. Let’s finish this work and head to another place. Once the fighting starts, who knows how long it will last.”
The little girl blinked her adorable eyes: "But where can we go, Brother Chunsheng?"
A boy feigned fear and said, "Is there going to be another war? We'd better hurry up and get somewhere else, or we might get captured again and forced into hard labor."
Chunsheng nodded seriously, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the few people who had refused to drink water.
The people tilted their ears, which made them even more certain that these people could understand what they were saying.
"No matter where it is, let's go first. I heard that quite a few people from the imperial court have come this time."
As Chunsheng spoke, he collected the bowls from the hands of those around him. When he passed by the few people who could understand Mandarin, he sighed and spoke as if it were the truth.
After collecting all the bowls, Chunsheng led a group of children outside.
Once they reached a place where the people inside couldn't see them, Chunsheng led his men to hide, secretly glancing at the few people they had just found who could understand Chinese.
Not long after they left, the man's expression suddenly changed, and he started babbling incoherently to the people around him.
They couldn't understand Tatar, but judging from their expressions and my current babbling, I must have heard what they just said.
Chunsheng and the boy next to him gave each other a high five, and a group of little kids ran towards Lin Changning's tent.
Once inside, Chunsheng excitedly said, "Sir, they must have heard everything. After we left, we secretly hid and watched for a while. A few of the ones who could speak Chinese started arguing with the others."
Lin Changning nodded, took out the dried meat her mother had prepared for her from her drawer, and tossed a few pieces to Chunsheng.
"It's well made, take it and eat it."
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