Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 237 Smashing the Cup as a Signal (3)

mad.

That's absolutely outrageous.

However, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old seemed to have completely forgotten that this was the main camp of the Wugulun tribe, and he did not notice the hundreds of barbarian cavalrymen who were eyeing him covetously. He directly made a wild claim that the Wugulun tribe would be destroyed.

At this moment, Lei Yi, Luo Tianyang, and the other black-armored warriors behind them all broke out in a cold sweat.

Even Wugulun Jilie, who had seemed easy to talk to, revealed a ferocious expression on his face. Did this guy think he could only laugh and forget that he was also a warrior of the Jurchens? Those who could climb to the position of Jilie Khan, which one of them hadn't fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

Compared to Wugu Lun's fierce attack, the surrounding barbarian cavalry were even less patient. Their eyes were wide with rage, their faces revealing a bloodthirsty ferocity. One by one, a man who looked to be in his thirties and whose physique rivaled that of a black bear, suddenly thrust his longsword directly at Song Yan.

“You lowly Han Chinese, I will kill you…”

With an angry roar, the long sword slashed straight at Song Yan.

The blade was sharp and cold, as if it was about to cleave Song Yan in two. Although there was no internal energy in its body, its brute strength was quite terrifying.

"Stop it."

Just then, a furious shout came from Wugulun Jilie's mouth.

The burly barbarian warrior, though extremely dissatisfied, dared not disobey his chieftain's orders. He glared fiercely at Song Yan before reluctantly sheathing his scimitar.

Wu Gulun took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that surged within him. He keenly picked up a particular word from Song Yan's words: "Royal Court".

That was the tribe of the Jurchen Great Khan.

Could it be that there is something in this shipment that the Great Khan values ​​highly? So much so that he would annihilate any other tribe that dares to touch it?
Although he felt the young man named Song Zhe was exaggerating, he dared not gamble. He knew how brutal the Great Khan was; he tolerated no disobedience. The Khan of the Haoshi tribe, lacking food, had tried to beg at the royal court, only to be nearly whipped to death by the Great Khan. He certainly didn't believe his sixty-year-old body could be stronger than the Great Khan of the Haoshi tribe.

Suddenly, the seriousness on Wugulun Jilie's face vanished completely, replaced by a smile: "General Song is joking. Since it is something the royal court wants, how dare we reach out without permission? Please, a banquet has been prepared in the royal tent. Let's have a good drink tonight."

This sudden change in attitude filled the group of black-armored warriors with admiration. Who would have thought that their chieftain, who had just been ready to draw his sword, would actually back down? Truly worthy of being called General, he's incredibly capable.

Song Yan had his reasons for doing this. On the one hand, he had already learned from the wedding envoy that Wugulun had an extremely fierce personality. Compared to ordinary barbarian soldiers, he was more shrewd and would not easily turn against them.

On the other hand, he was also confident in his strength as a fifth-rank martial artist. Even if those barbarian cavalry rushed at him all at once, he could hold them off for a while and not die instantly.

Even if all else fails, there's still Hua Lianyue.

Although Hua Lian Yue never showed herself, Song Yan knew that if he were in danger, Hua Lian Yue would rescue him immediately.

This is the sense of security that a master brings.

Even when he had to resort to trickery, he was unwilling to be subservient, to fawn, or to flatter.

We can always confront them head-on.

As for the barbarian cavalry, their faces were filled with disbelief, and the most robust of them couldn't help but exclaim, "Father Khan..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted again by Wugulun: "Wolibu, shut up."

Seeing the guy's extremely angry expression, Song Yan had a strange look on his face. He really was a prince... Considering that the Jurchen tribe had dozens of large and small tribes, the number of princes and princesses was probably several hundred. He really didn't have much of a reputation.

Moreover, the name "Oribu" is a bit strange.

“General Song, please…” Wugulun made a gesture of invitation.

Song Yan nodded, then waved to the soldiers behind him. When he reached the front of the tribe, he suddenly stopped. Wu Gulun was quite surprised and annoyed. He had already yielded to such an extent, what else did this kid want to do? Did he really think he had no temper?

Song Yan smiled, seemingly returning to his original demeanor: "Jilihan, those goods cannot be touched, but I still know the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Yi led his men to the front of the convoy, casually grabbed a burlap sack and threw it on the ground. In no time, the sacks piled up into a small hill. Wolibu was a little suspicious, but he stepped forward nonchalantly, grabbed a burlap sack, tore it open, and millet rolled down his arm into the snow.

In an instant, many of the barbarians began to breathe rapidly.

It is the food that the tribe lacks most.

With this batch of grain, many more people will be able to survive. Song Yan glanced at Wulibu, thinking, "Wasting grain? You're courting death."

As for Luo Tianyang, he lifted the tarpaulin on another carriage, revealing sealed earthenware jars—that were…fine wine. The sounds of swallowing were now extremely clear, and for a fleeting moment, one could even see the gleam in the eyes of these people.

For the Jurchen people, who suffered from extreme food shortages, wine brewed from grain was an absolute luxury. Suddenly, the gazes directed at Song Yan softened considerably.

Song Yan took in the expressions of these people, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, but his smile grew even wider: "The governor said that, to express his apology, he has prepared an extra cart of fine wine. Gentlemen, you can drink to your heart's content tonight!"

A howl immediately erupted from all around.

Wugulun Jilie grabbed Song Yan's hand with great affection: "Brother Song, please, please, please come in. Men, remove everything from the royal tent and slaughter cattle and sheep. Only the best can be worthy of our friends from the Wugulun tribe."

When Song Yan saw a large quantity of fine wine being transported into the tribe, he could hear bursts of enthusiastic cheers from inside the royal tent; everyone was very excited.

Before long, a bonfire was lit outside.

The campfire was littered with cleaned and gutted cattle and sheep, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the night air.

Barbarians don't understand the concept of thrift. When food is plentiful, they will stuff themselves with fine wine and roasted meat without a second thought. As for what to do afterward, they'll just raid Han territory.

Some of the barbarians began to dance around the bonfire, celebrating the rare feast. Sparks flew into the sky, and the atmosphere reached its peak in a short time.

Perhaps out of joy, some of the barbarians even invited the black-armored warriors to drink with them, but they refused.

All of this was seen by Wugulun Jilie in the royal tent. He didn't even drink the wine... He knew very well that these Han soldiers were just a bunch of good-for-nothings. How could good-for-nothings miss the opportunity to drink?
Could the wine be poisoned?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could a Han Chinese have the audacity to poison wine?

There was only one possibility: what he was guarding was extremely important, so he dared not relax his vigilance in the slightest. Thinking this, Wugulun became increasingly curious about what was hidden in the carriage. He knew that curiosity might bring disaster, but he couldn't control himself.

Glancing furtively at Song Yan, Wu Gulun raised his wine bowl with a smug smile: "Brother Song, come, let's drink."

With that, he raised his head and drank a large bowl of fine wine in one gulp.

happy.

Indeed, the wine from the Central Plains is more to my liking.

Although it tasted strange at first sip, the effects of the alcohol made him feel completely refreshed. Looking at Song Yan, his wine bowl was empty; he had spilled it behind him while Wu Gulun was drinking heavily. Who knows what was added to that wine? He certainly didn't have any universal antidote on him.

Before long, the jar of fine wine was empty.

Ugul's extremely angry face had turned red.

Song Yan glanced outside discreetly; some barbarians, unable to resist their drowsiness, lay on the ground and slept soundly.

Some people seemed to be feeling unwell, clutching their stomachs and hurriedly running out of the tribe.

Toilet?

There are latrines everywhere here.

Some people had flushed faces, felt dizzy and lightheaded, and sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily.

Some people were pale-faced, yet were covered in sweat despite the cold weather.

Lei Yi naturally noticed this situation. As orders were secretly relayed, one after another, black-armored warriors silently left the tribe, lifting the tarpaulin to reveal their black helmets.

The black-armored warriors who once struck fear into the hearts of Japanese pirates have finally appeared among the Jurchen tribes.

Seeing that it was almost time, a fierce look flashed across Song Yan's face. He grabbed the wine bowl and smashed it on the ground with a loud crack.

It's harvest time!

(End of this chapter)