The two battles dealt a deep blow to the Liao and Jin dynasties. From the embarrassing retreat from Bazhou City, it was clear that Yelu Song would not be able to take care of the tribes under him in a short period of time.
Since he can't control the life and death of those tribes, he can't stop them from finding another way to make a living.
Once he, as the King of Liao and Jin, forced the suppression and did not allow those tribes to expand, the entire Liao and Jin would fall directly into civil strife.
How does the saying go? We don’t cause trouble for the country, and we hope the country won’t cause trouble for us.
If the rulers cannot feed us, we will find a way out ourselves.
But if we find a way to survive, but you want to block our way, then I'm very sorry, no one will survive!
No matter what, Liao and Jin were still too poor. It was not that they lacked good war horses or swords and guns, but that they did not have enough food.
A major defeat directly caused the central government of Liao and Jin to lose control of the local areas. After much thought, the only way Yelu Song could think of to break the deadlock was to quickly negotiate peace with the Great Qi.
First stabilize the external situation, maybe we can borrow some money from Da Qi, then slowly recuperate and eliminate some internal unstable factors, so that Liao and Jin can still be the same Liao and Jin.
This process may have some twists and turns, but Yelu Song believes that if he can control all the tribes of Liao and Jin once, he can control them a second time!
"Write a letter to the Imperial Master, asking him to do everything he can to negotiate peace with Da Qi. If possible, pay a price and see if he can get Bo Gu Wen back."
Just as Lu Chen was frantically pouring money into the company, rapidly expanding the power of the Liao and Jin nobles, a secret letter had already been delivered to Gondor through special channels, over mountains and across rivers.
After reading the letter, Gondor locked himself in the room for a day and a night. When he came out, he looked ten years older.
Liao and Jin were actually going to take the initiative to seek peace with Great Qi, which Gondor could not accept.
For many years, ever since he began to have memories, the Liao and Jin cavalry have been invincible, covering this land like a nightmare.
They came at lightning speed, leaving chaos and wailing wherever they went.
These extremely ferocious cavalrymen seemed to be born to dominate the battlefield, and no one could compete with them.
But the people living in Da Qi seem so small and fragile.
Faced with the powerful pressure of the Liao and Jin cavalry, they could only hide behind the high city walls in fear, trembling in fear.
The tightly closed city gates seemed to be their last line of defense. Whenever they heard the roar of iron hooves trampling the ground outside the city, the tense faces of the soldiers on the city wall and the frightened eyes of the people were clearly visible.
But now, just now, he saw something in the letter.
The great King of Liao and Jin actually gave in. He actually took the initiative to negotiate peace with the Great Qi, and there was a sense of urgency between the lines, as if he was willing to pay a small price.
Is this still the king he knew? Is this still the country he was familiar with?
Gondor didn't understand why the world changed so quickly in just a few months?
Although Gondor knew that peace talks were the wisest choice at the moment, he still found it difficult to cross the insurmountable gap deep in his heart.
Whenever he tried to imagine that scene - himself standing in the court of Da Qi, personally expressing his desire for peace to those officials he once despised, faces of contempt, ridicule, or indifference would involuntarily emerge in his mind.
He seemed to be able to see the officials whispering to each other, pointing fingers at him; he also seemed to be able to hear their merciless cold words and sharp sarcasm.
When Gondor thought of these possible reactions, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of humiliation and powerlessness.
After all, as the representative of a faction, he shoulders the expectations and responsibilities of many people, but now he has to bow his head and beg for peace in the court of the enemy country. How can he face this calmly?
However, reality never considers a person's feelings. It is like an invisible big hand, strangling Gondor's neck and forcing him to bow his head.
After a day and a night, he walked out of the room and asked the servants to prepare hot water for him so that he could take a bath and change his clothes.
After tidying up his appearance, he walked out of the Honglu Temple and headed straight for Lu Chen's commercial street.
After adjusting his mindset, Gondor decided to do something. Even if it was to negotiate peace, he wanted to gain more benefits for Liao and Jin.
He wanted to meet Boguwen and discuss something with him.
Yes, Boguwen was a prisoner but was not imprisoned. In Gondor's view, this was simply out of the ordinary.
What made him feel even more ridiculous was that he, a senior official of Liao and Jin, was not given any special attention. Even when the two met, no one from Da Qi came out to stop them.
For a moment, Gondor didn't know whether to say that the people of Da Qi were brainless or that they were extremely arrogant.
After taking out his pass and going through a series of inspections, Gondor finally walked into the pedestrian street.
Although he has been here several times, every time he walks in it, Gondor can't help but sigh, sighing at the ingenuity of the national teacher of Da Qi and sighing at the good luck of Da Qi.
"If Lu Chen was in my Liao Jin, then my Liao Jin would have swept the world long ago!" This thought appeared in Gondor's mind more than once.
Gondor came to the door of the famous casino on the commercial street. Now this place seems to be called the Gambling Center. It provides Da Qi with astonishing tax revenue every month. Even the most upright Wei Yong would not dare to fart when standing here.
Led by the waiter, Gondor walked into the gaming center and went up to the third floor after many twists and turns.
This place was not open to the public before, but it suddenly opened for business during the Chinese New Year. Li Mingyue turned the third floor into an arena. Ruffians, martial artists, and soldiers in the army, as long as they think they have the ability, can come up and give it a try.
This is a barbaric arena, a garbage station where people vent their violent emotions. It is a very disharmonious place, but it also attracts countless people.
Even according to statistics during this period, the number of female audiences is far greater than that of male audiences, which is far beyond everyone's expectations.
As he walked in, Gondor saw Boguwen walking down from the arena.
There were no spectators and no fights scheduled during the day, so Bogu Wen came here to get accustomed to the arena.
Looking at Boguwen, who was steaming with heat, Gondor frowned and said straight to the point: "The king needs you. Prepare yourself. No matter what the price, I will make the Da Qi court let you go."
"Haha, get out!"
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