"Then let's not talk." Zhao Jiu, who had just sat on the stool, threw the letter back to the other party's feet. "The conditions I set more than forty days ago have not been met, so how can we talk about peace?"
Wulindazanmo's eyes opened wide, staring at the person sitting in front of him, but this immediately attracted the vigilance of Yang Yizhong and the other squad members beside him, who separated him from the others. Even Yuan Weiyi, who was in front of the shooting range, turned around impatiently when he saw the movement here.
Wulinda Zanmo was completely helpless. He could only lower his head to pick up the letter and then plead earnestly: "Your Majesty... I am sorry for the rudeness, but our country is indeed sincere in negotiating peace... and since it is a peace negotiation, there must be discussion."
"What are you discussing?" Zhao Jiu seemed extremely impatient. "Wulin Daqing, you have experienced all the foreign affairs of the Song and Jin countries... What did Nianhan and Wulibu say to Emperor Yuansheng outside the city of Dongjing that day? What terms are there to discuss when the country is about to be destroyed? Now, your country, which was hastily established by a tribal alliance, has been completely defeated. What can you use to negotiate peace with me? The conditions I have given you are already generous enough, and the rear is already very dissatisfied... What else do you want?!"
"Your Majesty, our country still has tens of thousands of people, and we are ready to fight." Wulinda Zanmo mustered up the courage to confront him.
"Can you withstand a blow?" Zhao Jiu became increasingly impatient. "You can gather all these forces, isn't it because I let you gather them on purpose? Before, I didn't know if I still had the strength to make progress, so I just waited and watched. Are you still dreaming now?! Do you want me to show you the letters of loyalty from Jin Fushi and the big families around Yanjing?! I want to see, after all the states around Yanjing are swallowed up by my King Qin one by one, and Dongjing Road and Zhongjing Road are locked by the Mongols and Goryeo people, how many days can the tens of thousands of new troops you gathered in Yanjing hold out without collapsing?!"
"Your Majesty!" Wulinda finally knelt down helplessly and kowtowed, revealing his bottom line. "If you can spare the Fourth Prince's death and allow the captured Jurchens to return to the north, our country is willing to negotiate peace according to your rough conditions! Even if the king comes to see you in person and calls you father, it's fine!"
"It's too late." Zhao Jiu turned his head to look at the blue sky, white clouds and black earth, his eyes wandering. "I have a plan in mind... Twenty days is enough for the Sixth Prince to travel between Yanjing and Hejian. After twenty days, even if you are sincerely obstructing us, the previous conditions will not be sufficient... On the thirtieth day, I discussed with Prime Minister Lu, and we will add the three brothers of the Zuo family and the three brothers of the Liu family in Yanjing, plus Han Fang, and the 40,000 households of Erlubu, Jiagu Wulibu, Yelu Mawu, and Pucha Huzhan who escaped, a total of eleven lives! And today has passed forty days, so we have to add the life of your eldest prince Wanyan Oben! And then we have to add Wanyan Talan as the ruling prince, and he will be in charge of the army together with Erluguan."
Wulinda lost control and burst into tears when he heard these words. He barely listened to the end and finally raised his head and shouted: "The government has no sincerity in negotiating peace!"
"Don't say that, Lord Wulin. Hejian is only three hundred miles away from Yanjing, and the road is flat. If you change horses frequently, gallop back to Yanjing, and then come back on a faster horse, you will be able to bring back a promise of peace before changing the conditions on March 25th, which is the 50th day... And if all the conditions are met by then, how can I go back on my word and not agree to it?!" Zhao Jiu turned around with a sincere look on his face.
Wulindazanmo pondered on the ground for a moment, but after thinking hard, he could not come up with any solution. He could only stand up, bow, and prepare to stagger away.
"Wulinda, please stop." Zhao Jiu called out to the other party again, and at the same time turned his head to signal Yang Yizhong.
Wulinda Zanmo looked back blankly, but saw Yang Yizhong, wearing a silver helmet, waving his hand behind him. From a distance, a soldier wearing a mask in the middle of spring came running towards him carrying a wooden barrel.
Seeing this, the Jin Dynasty's Minister of Rites came to his senses almost instantly and his face turned pale.
"Lord Wulinda, we have known each other for a long time. Although we are not truly king and subject, we still have the etiquette of foreign kings and subjects, so we can be considered to be interacting with each other... This is your brother's head... I have long guessed that it would be you who would come. Now that the inspection is over, take it back and bury it!" Zhao Jiu tried hard to endure the stench.
Wulinda stood sideways about seven or eight steps in front of Zhao Jiu. Seeing the bucket getting closer and closer, he became more and more panicked, and tears kept pouring down his face. When the bucket was delivered to him, he instinctively staggered and wanted to reach out to take the barrel.
But after only half a step, Wulinda Zanmo hastily retracted his hand as if he was burned by fire, and then saluted Zhao Jiu in a trance beside the barrel: "I thank the emperor for his great grace... But my brother was a general of the country, and it is normal for him to die in the national war... And as an envoy of our country, how can I take back my brother's head for personal gain before other soldiers have returned? I will leave first..."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Jiu to say anything else, Wulinda Zanmo simply covered his face and ran away...leaving behind only the stench of foul smell throughout the shooting range.
PS: Thanks to the three big guys, Black Moon, Unbridled Fat Skin, and Li kkkk, for their cuteness. These are the 223rd, 224th, and 225th cuteness of this book. Thanks also to sneakkk and others, as well as heinousk for another cuteness.
Finally, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the Golden Alliance of Master Liuliqin... I will not express my gratitude in detail here, as words are meaningless.
I can only say that I am grateful but also ashamed to everyone.
Good night everyone, and happy 100th birthday.
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