Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 339 Stand Up Straight When Getting Hit

"You're Wang Baobao?"

In the Ming King's tent, Lin Dao, who was washing up, took the hot towel handed to him by Lan Yu and wiped his face. "He is indeed exceptionally robust."

The chief envoy standing to the side, Hama, the prime minister of the Yuan Dynasty, immediately showed displeasure.

He is the Grand Chancellor of the Yuan Dynasty and the chief envoy for this peace talks!
This bandit chief didn't even glance at him, but praised the young Wang Baobao instead.

Why!
Hama herself is an extremely jealous person.

It was Tuotuo who promoted him to Right Vice Minister of the Secretariat.

However, it was precisely because Tuotuo also valued another person, the outstanding Zuo Si Langzhong Ruzhongbai, that Hama became jealous.

This became the core of the opposition to Tuotuo.

If Lin Dao hadn't killed Tuotuo, according to the course of history, Hama would have killed Tuotuo.

Lin Dao's current focus on Wang Baobao has aroused Hama's dissatisfaction and jealousy.

There really are people in this world who are completely indifferent to the big picture and whose jealousy is off the charts.

"King Ming~"

Wang Baobao was not intimidated at all, and even less concerned about being resented by Hama: "We have come here on orders, only to negotiate with the Ming King."

"Peace talks?"

Lin Dao laughed at these words.

He sat down, his gaze sweeping over Wang Baobao. "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

"My Great Yuan Dynasty is willing to divide the Yellow River with the Ming King and govern accordingly." Wang Baobao said this while blushing.

There's no way around it, these conditions sound like the ravings of a madman.

They've already brought the enemy to the city gates, and you're still thinking about reclaiming the territory that the Red Turban Army has taken?

Before leaving the city, Wang Baobao had raised questions.

But the civil officials were saying things like, "Ask the sky's the limit, then negotiate a lower price."

I really don’t know what to say.

"can."

Lin Dao's words shocked everyone in the tent: "I agree to govern the Great River."

"All that lies south of the Onon River belongs to me."

"No!" Hama shouted, "It's not the Onon River, it's the Yellow River!"

Lin Dao's gaze finally fell on this person.

She glanced at him, then looked away.

"Sand sculpture."

Wang Baobao gave a wry smile.

He had long known that such petty tricks were meaningless in the face of absolute power.

He was a founding hero, no amount of trickery could work on him.

Wang Baobao took a breath and directly stated the Mongols' bottom line.

“We are willing to hand over the capital city.”

"From then on, the two countries used the Great Wall as their border."

"They address each other as brother states, with Ming as elder brother and Meng as younger brother."

"To end the war and restore peace and tranquility to the people of the world."

This is their bottom line after discussion.

They could relinquish the Central Plains and return to the grasslands, essentially returning to where they came from.

As for forming brotherly alliances, that's just preparation for future trade.

After all, once they returned to the grasslands, without the artisan cities and blacksmith shops, they didn't even have iron arrowheads.

Therefore, trade with the Han people in the south became the most important thing.

Some even said that when the Central Plains fall into internal strife again, we can once again march south and seize the Central Plains.

Lin Dao didn't say anything, but picked up a can of eight-treasure porridge from the table.

After opening it, I happily ate it with a spoon.

This reaction greatly humiliated Wang Baobao and his group.

They completely ignored them.

Li Shanchang stepped forward to speak for them, saying, "Gentlemen, you're probably too hungry to understand the current situation."

The Red Turban Army soldiers and civilians inside the tent all laughed upon hearing this.

"Now, you are surrounded and could be wiped out at any moment!"

With a stern expression, Li Shanchang shouted, "You are the ones who came to beg for peace talks!"

"Since you've come to ask for something, then show genuine sincerity!"

"If you utter such nonsense again, get out of here immediately!"

This is a treaty made under duress, a treaty that will lead to the destruction of a nation.

Even if it were the old witch Empress Dowager Cixi who encountered such a situation, even if she had already escaped from the besieged city.

They still know what it means to stand at attention when being beaten.

No matter what conditions they set, you dare not refuse; you have to agree to them all.

At this point, the Mongols in the city were on the verge of life and death, yet they still dared to make demands.

They haven't even grasped the most basic principles, so what's the point of negotiating?

"Don't push your luck!"

Wang Baobao, suppressing his anger, glared and said, "There are still hundreds of thousands of elite elite warriors in the capital!"

"If we go all out, the outcome is still uncertain!"

These harsh words were meant to boost his own morale and increase his bargaining power in negotiations.

Unexpectedly, the eyes of all the generals inside the tent lit up!
They couldn't help but step forward, and some, like Fu Youde, were already shouting with delight.

"Is this true?!"

Wang Baobao was clearly stunned; he truly hadn't expected the Red Turban Army's fighting spirit to be so high.

Of course it was exhilarating.

A head costs at least thirty strings of cash.

These military officers, though they didn't earn money from the heads of soldiers, did gain military merit through this method.

With military merit, their titles would be higher when the Ming emperor ascended the throne, thus better benefiting their descendants.

Previously, the Ming Emperor had consistently refused to attack the city, allowing the military merits and rewards within to vanish in the fighting, which had already made the generals very anxious. It was only because Xu Da said, "The rewards are too much; the Ming Emperor probably can't afford it. We should consider the Ming Emperor's feelings," that everyone managed to restrain themselves.

At this moment, Wang Baobao actually wanted to take a gamble?
The generals' eyes turned red.

You guys practically delivered yourselves to our doorstep!
'Snapped! '

Lin Dao, having finished his eight-treasure porridge, placed the empty jar in front of him.

The military officers immediately fell silent and returned to their respective positions.

Lin Dao wiped his mouth with his hand and spat.

"It's not impossible to negotiate."

"Here's what we'll do: if you hand over ten million ingots of gold, twenty million ingots of silver, and ten million bolts of silk, I'll agree to peace talks."

Hama was still in shock at Lindao's outrageous demands.

Wang Baobao was already furious. "King Ming has gone too far!"

"The Red Turban Army was not the Jurchens!"

"Dadu City is not Bianliang City!"

"We are not useless members of the Zhao Song dynasty!"

Only then did Hama come to his senses and understand what story Lin Dao was referring to.

These were the extortion conditions proposed by the Jin people more than two hundred years ago when they destroyed the Song Dynasty and besieged Bianliang City!
Immediately, anger arose in his heart.

'Why do you know this, but I don't?!'

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Dao waved his hand casually, "Your current situation is similar to that of the Song Dynasty back then."

"If you can agree, then we can continue the discussion."

"I can't agree to that." At this point, Lin Dao smiled. "Then I'll wait, wait until people in the city start eating boiled pork."

This strike undoubtedly hit the Mongols' weak spot.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of troops were concentrated in the city.

There was already a food shortage. Even if all the grain stored by wealthy families were taken out, and even livestock and horses were slaughtered, it would only last for half a month at most.

Moreover, the main force in the city at this time consisted of soldiers from various armies, all of whom were armed with swords.

Don't even think about trying to fool them with thin porridge or rice bran, let alone gnaw on tree bark.

If they don't get enough to eat or don't eat well, they will use their weapons to rob!

"We don't see eye to eye, farewell!"

Enraged, Wang Baobao showed no respect for Hama and turned to leave.

The prime minister Hama, who was serving as the chief envoy, was furious.

But inside the Red Turban Army's main tent, he dared not make a scene. He could only hurriedly bow and leave.

Back in Dadu (Beijing), the Mongol nobles were anxiously awaiting their return.

With a livid face, Wang Baobao recounted Lin Dao's conditions.

Unsurprisingly, all the Mongol nobles were furious.

"We are the Great Yuan, not the defeated of our own!"

"This thief is truly wicked; he has disgusted us so much."

"Kill him! Hundreds of thousands of troops, charge out and kill him!"

"That's right, let's fight them!"

"Descendants of Genghis Khan, let us mount our horses, take up our swords, and slaughter them all!"

May the Eternal Heaven protect us~~~

They had all heard the story of the Jurchens destroying the Song Dynasty.

The proud Mughals have not forgotten the glory of their ancestors.

They refused to accept such humiliation and unanimously decided to fight the Red Turban Army to the death.

They sent an envoy to Lin Dao with a declaration of war.

Lin Dao readily agreed on the spot.

Both sides agreed to a decisive battle outside the city three days later.

Therefore, Lin Dao deliberately moved the military camp back, leaving enough space for the Yuan army to leave the city.

Before moving camp, Lin Dao used a rangefinder to carefully measure and draw the corresponding shooting charts.

Although it's very simple, something is better than nothing.

He took this simple shooting watch back to modern South Africa and paid professionals to configure his large toy, which was now equipped with advanced electronic devices.

"The parameters and angles have been set."

The professionals instructed Lin Dao, "Nothing needs to be changed. Just drive into the firing position, load and fire, then load and fire again."

"Look at the firing range here~~~"

Three days later, at dawn, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, the elite Yuan troops from all sides, who had eaten a hearty breakfast early in the morning, filed out of Dadu and lined up in battle formation outside the empty city.

To boost morale, the Iron Pot Emperor, who had been forcibly abdicated, along with the Crown Prince and Empress Qi, came to the city wall to encourage the troops and watch the battle.

Feeling humiliated, the Mongols mustered unprecedented courage, mounted their horses, carried bows and swords, and went into battle.

Even the Kheshig army, which had long since lost its fighting strength, left the city.

Such a large army did not bring its selected troops out of the city until the afternoon.

The main force in the battle was the Mongols, who all vowed to restore the glory of their ancestors.

The shaman performed a ritual to divine the future.

As for the divination result, it is naturally that they will win a great victory.

May the Eternal Heaven protect us~~~

Tens of thousands of Mongols raised their weapons high, raised their arms and shouted, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.

The Red Turban Army, having retreated several miles away, lined up in battle formation and waited quietly.

More than twenty miles away from the Mongol army formation, a huge machine sat quietly within the white line.

A long cannon barrel was pointed diagonally towards the sky.

In the cockpit, the driver starts the engine and connects the power to various subsystems.

After completing the pre-firing preparations, he turned to instruct Fu Youde and Chang Yuchun in the turret.

"Load!"

(End of this chapter)