Zhang Ming thought for a while and finally shook his head: "This difficulty is not ordinary."
"Zhang Ming, didn't you say that Yue Fei was beheaded by the Nanman? Why can't you do it? It seems that your abilities are indeed limited." Dehei was furious and scolded him sternly.
This hat is not ordinary. It is so big that Zhang Ming is not worthy of being a staff member.
Hearing Dehei's reprimand made Zhang Ming break out in a cold sweat.
If he can't convince the barbarians present, then this will be the end of his staff.
Zhang Ming first came to the Wulianghetai and bowed his hands, then slowly explained.
"There are at least three differences between Zhao Ping and Yue Fei. This is why Zhao Ping cannot behead him." Zhang Ming said slowly.
All the barbarians looked at him, expecting him to continue.
"First, the identities are different. Zhao Pingyou is not only a Jinshi, but also a world-famous little saint. But Yue Fei is nothing, just a military general."
He originally wanted to say that he was a vulgar warrior, but if he said this, he would definitely offend all the barbarians, so he had to change his mind temporarily.
Even so, Dehei frowned as he understood the meaning of Zhang Ming's words.
He directly interrupted Zhang Ming: "The Khanate relied on force to conquer the world. Why is it different when it comes to the Southern Barbarian generals?"
"Didn't I just say that the Southern Barbarians learned from the lessons of the former Tang Dynasty and emphasized civility over military affairs. The result went from one extreme to the other. The status of civil servants was higher than that of generals." Zhang Ming explained patiently.
After hearing this, Dehei shook his head: "No wonder the Nanman are so inexperienced."
Zhang Ming waited for Dehei to finish and continued.
"Secondly, Zhao Ping has wealth that rivals the country's, but Yue Fei does not. If the imperial court wants to cut off Yue Fei's soldiers, horses, and food, Yue Fei will inevitably retreat without defeat. Zhao Ping is different. Without the imperial court's food and grass, he has his own food and grass. .”
Hearing these words, all the barbarians present could not help but nod silently.
"Thirdly, Zhao Ping also has his own righteousness. He put forward a slogan that was unfavorable to the Khanate, called expulsion of the Huru and return to China, and tempted many people who did not know the truth to join. Many of these people were literati themselves. The Southern Barbarians If the court wants to move Zhao Ping, it has to consider these things."
"Hulu, go to hell with the Mad Hulu. The Southern Barbarians are just a group of barbarians, bah." When Dehei heard this, he felt extremely unhappy and spat directly to express his dissatisfaction.
He even felt that Zhang Ming, a sour scholar, was criticizing Sang and Huai.
Wu Lianghetai also felt a little unhappy. He frowned and asked, "So Zhao Ping is determined to go against the Khanate?"
"That's what Zhao Ping said and what he did. That's why he was able to attract some literati and military generals who didn't know the truth to join him." Zhang Ming knew that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly bowed respectfully.
He said this, but what he was actually thinking in his heart was that Zhao Ping was so good at deceiving people.
If I were not born in the north, I would still seek refuge with the little saint.
He doesn't know yet that his cousin has surrendered to Zhao Ping. If he knew, he would be shocked.
Wu Lianghetai felt upset and reached out to push the tea cup to the ground.
However, in full view of the public, it was indeed out of character for him as a marshal, so he finally held back.
He took another deep sip of strong tea and felt that he had finally suppressed the raging anger in his heart.
Wu Lianghetai took a deep breath to calm down.
He looked at Zhang Ming and said, "Then how should the Khanate deal with Zhao Ping?"
"Bringing Zhao Ping high will make the Southern Barbarians jealous and jealous of him, making it difficult for him to move forward in the Southern Barbarians." Zhang Ming thought for a while and said.
Wu Lianghetai was in disbelief: "Raise Zhao Ping?"
"Yes, it means to raise Zhao Ping. Isn't there a saying among the Han people? If a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it." Zhang Liang bowed respectfully again.
Wu Lianghetai read: "If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it? What does this mean?"
"Those who have too good intentions will be attacked by a group, and the result will be bad." Zhang Liang explained patiently while despising the barbarians for their lack of culture.
At this moment, the messenger came in and reported: "Tell the commander, the Nanman are willing to negotiate."
"Is it Zhao Ping?" Wu Lianghetai nodded and asked immediately.
The messenger felt embarrassed and lowered his head.
But this was rude to the commander, so he immediately raised his head and reported: "Is this the chief clerk named Zhang Si?"
"The Nanman underestimated me so much, I'm so angry." Wu Lianghetai pulled out his scimitar.
The messenger was shocked, and the handsome man above him wanted to be angry and behead himself when he heard the bad news.
He was about to run away when Wu Lianghetai chopped the coffee table into two pieces.
Zhang Ming winked at the soldier and asked him to change the coffee table.
Zhang Ming personally made a cup of tea for Wu Liang Hetai. Wu Liang Hetai was not in the mood to drink tea and kept his eyes on his machete.
Since Zhaojiazhuang wants to negotiate, they will never send anyone to insult Wulianghetai. Zhang Ming thought about it.
He decided to ask to get to the bottom of it. He looked at the messenger and asked, "What is Zhang Si doing in Zhaojiazhuang? What role does he play as the chief clerk?"
"Zhang Si is the chief registrar of Zhao, Zhao, and Zhaojiazhuang. I heard that he is equivalent to the prime minister of the Khanate, Khanate, and Khanate." The messenger stammered.
He was so frightened by the scimitar in Wulianghetai just now that he even stammered when speaking.
Zhang Ming came to the Wuliang Hetai and bowed his hands again: "Let me tell you, Commander-in-Chief, this Zhang Si has a great background and is equivalent to the prime minister of the Khanate."
"Why doesn't that kid Zhao Ping come?" Wu Liang Hetai asked, still angry and staring at the scimitar on the table.
He was so angry now that he directly demoted Zhao Ping from a little saint to a child.
Zhang Ming bowed respectfully, looked at the Wuliang Hetai and said, "Zhao Ping's absence just proves that he has established a vassal status."
In fact, this is what Zhang Ming was thinking in his heart. Zhao Ping is a little saint, how can he meet a vulgar warrior like you.
Even so, Zhang Ming still felt a little regretful.
I heard that Zhao Ping is a handsome young man and a little saint. It would be a pity not to meet him.
"If this kid Zhao Ping doesn't come, then there will be no negotiation." Wu Liang took the stage and wiped the scimitar before putting it into the scabbard.
Zhang Ming thought for a moment, shook his head, bowed his hands and said, "Commander, you must not do it. Commander, he is breaking his promise, which is equivalent to a slap in the face."
"This won't work, that won't work either, what should I do?" Wu Lianghetai swallowed the entire cup of strong tea and put the cup down heavily before asking.
Zhang Ming thought for a while, then bowed his hands and said, "Let me tell you, Commander-in-Chief, the Khanate has not yet decided on the personnel for the negotiations."
Wu Lianghetai nodded. His letter only named him to negotiate with the little sage, and neither party had appointed a negotiator.
"Then which one do you think is suitable?" This staff member is really good. Black people can be called white people, and dead people can be called alive.
After saying that, Wu Liang looked at Zhang Ming from the stage, hoping that he would recommend a suitable person.
Zhang Ming thought for a while, and then bowed his hand again: "I think that the black general is the most suitable."
"Why is it appropriate to choose a general?" Wu Lianghetai didn't understand for a moment.
Zhang Ming bowed his hands and said calmly: "Because General De's words are sharp, his words are like arrows, and his words are like swords. The Southern Barbarians had no choice but to surrender under the attack of General De's arrows and swords."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Ming couldn't help but smile lightly, "Don't you, a vulgar martial artist, like to argue with me?"
Since you like to argue so much, then try negotiating with Nanman.
Wu Lianghetai's eyes turned between Dehei and Zhang Ming a few times, as if he understood something.
He looked at Dehei and found that he was in his early forties, with a beard, bushy eyebrows and a full martial image.
"Dehei, are you willing to negotiate on behalf of the Khanate?" He looked at Dehei and asked.
Dehei's face has long been pale. He likes to quarrel with others. This is his personality.
What's more powerful than arguing is that he likes to charge forward in battles. With his good martial arts, he was promoted to the rank of captain of ten thousand men.
Although Dehei is reckless, it does not mean that he is a fool.
If he were a fool, he would have become a dead soul by the sword. How could he be the captain of ten thousand men?
The reason why he likes to quarrel with Zhang Ming is that he can't stand Zhang Ming, a man who doesn't go to the battlefield and only knows how to show off his words.
In his opinion, military success must be achieved on the battlefield, and there is no point in showing off.
The Khanate has always relied on military exploits to determine promotion and demotion, and Dehei rose through the ranks step by step through military exploits. There was no room in his eyes for this villain who relied on his words.
Now I heard that the marshal wanted to negotiate with the Nanman himself. He didn't know the serious relationship between this.
If the Khanate wins the war, he can confidently ask for gold, beautiful women, and land from the Nanman.
But now that the Khanate is being beaten so hard by the Nanman that it cannot hold its head high, the Nanman will definitely turn to themselves for gold, beauties, and land.
I do have gold, but I don’t know if the other party can take notice of the beauty, and I don’t have any land.
If you don't agree, you won't be able to satisfy the other party.
The result is not difficult to imagine, it must be very tragic.
If he agrees to the request, the result will definitely be beheading by the marshal; if he doesn't agree, the negotiation will definitely fail.
Dehei stood up in a hurry, bowed his hands to the Wuliang Hetai, and said in a loud voice: "I tell you, Commander-in-Chief, you are an expert at fighting, but you are an amateur at negotiating."
Wu Lianghetai was a little unhappy and put the tea cup heavily on the table, making a banging sound.
"You said that you are a military general and cannot negotiate. Which one is suitable?" Wu Liang Hetai asked sharply.
Dehei thought for a while, looked at Zhang Ming, looked away, and bowed his hands to the Wuliang Hetai.
He said in a deep voice: "Report to the commander-in-chief, the general will recommend Zhang Ming. There are literati there, and naturally the Khanate is also a literati. Besides, isn't Zhang Ming a good talker? Now is the time to give full play to his strengths."
Wu Lianghetai glanced at Zhang Ming, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Congzhi, now I will appoint you as the speaker to negotiate on my behalf."
"Commander, I will obey your order." Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and nodded.
In fact, Zhang Ming already knew that the negotiator was himself. The reason why he did not directly come out to accept the offer was because he wanted to raise the difficulty and let the foreigners know that this negotiation was extremely difficult.
Zhaojiazhuang, West County, Zhaoping public house.
Qiu Ruoshui is following Zhao Ping closely now, and of course she is a personal maid.
She gave Huang Xiaoniu a hateful look, because Huang Xiaoniu was a personal guard.
Don't you like fighting? Why do you still stay by the little saint's side? Qiu Ruoshui thought in her heart.
Now that she heard that Huang Xiaoniu was not only a personal guard, but also promoted to chariot general and deputy general, her lungs almost exploded with anger.
Fortunately, this neither male nor female monster could withstand provocation, so she had to think of a way to drive away the yellow calf.
Qiu Ruoshui already regards herself as the mistress of Zhaojiazhuang in West County, and she will never let a second mistress appear here.
Zhao Ping didn't know that the two women were fighting so fiercely, and his thoughts were on the Hu people.
The messenger handed Zhao Ping the list of Hu people to negotiate with, and Zhao Ping smiled coldly.
He frowned and asked Zhang Liang, "Who is this Zhang Ming?"
"That's Wei Chen's cousin, who was recommended by the family as Wu Liang Hetai's staff." After a pause, he bowed his hands and said, "He is a relegated son, and Wei Chen is a bastard."
It turned out that he was a relegated son, so no wonder he could directly serve as the staff of Marshal Hu.
Because Zhang Liang was a concubine, the family did not find a way out for him, and he relied entirely on his own efforts to get promoted.
Zhao Ping looked him over and saw his frightened look, and shook his head: "Just be casual, why be so polite."
"I don't dare." Zhang Liang felt that he was a surrendered minister and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
In fact, Zhao Ping had repeatedly persuaded him not to be so polite, which made Zhang Liang extremely grateful.
He always puts himself in the position of a retainer and is always cautious.
In fact, he learned through others that Zhang Si, the chief registrar of Zhaojiazhuang, was also a retainer.
The country is the country, and the country is the home.
The little saint will definitely be the co-owner of the world in the future, and the meaning of this family is very broad.
Because of this, he must be careful not to reveal anything inappropriate.
"Instead of relying on others to get to the top, I appreciate your promotion through your own efforts." Zhao Ping nodded and said to Zhang Liang with an appreciative look.
Zhang Liang was overjoyed and said humbly: "It's just that he is stupid and cannot be used."
"Don't worry, Zhaojiazhuang is only for talents." Zhao Ping said with a smile: "Let me tell you a news, your family has already set off, and it is estimated that they can reach Jintang County in about January."
Zhang Liang's eyes were red. He didn't expect Zhao Ping to do things so quickly. He knelt down and said, "I thank you, my lord."
"You're welcome." Zhao Ping hurriedly helped Zhang Liang up.
After asking about Zhang Ming, Zhao Ping shouted: "Wang Guo."
"Here." A sturdy boy of fourteen or five years old came out.
Zhao Ping said to him: "The Hu people don't want to negotiate now. Lead your men to remind them."
"Reminder?" Wang Guo'er didn't understand for a moment.
Zhao Ping reminded him and said: "The Hu people have set up twenty return artillery guns at the intersection next to Jinquan Town. You can take someone to remind them."
"Yes! I understand." Wang Guo'er gave a military salute and left.
Zhang Liang looked on at a loss.
After Wang Guo'er went out, Zhang Liang bowed his hands and said, "My lord, what is a reminder?"
He admired Zhao Ping more and more now. He not only beat the arrogant people to the point of fleeing for more than ten miles, but also forced the Hu people to take the initiative to negotiate.
He felt very lucky and felt that his surrender was a rebirth.
It's just that he still doesn't understand what the little saint's reminder means.
"The reason why the Hu people are still confident is because of the twenty Hui Hui Pao?" Zhao Ping smiled faintly and took a sip of tea, looking enigmatic, "What if the Hui Hui Pao also feels unsafe? "
"Students understand." Zhang Liang suddenly realized.
But he thought in his mind: "It turns out that my lord is going to capture some tongues and come back, but there are so many barbarians there and the guards are extremely strict. I don't know how to accomplish it?"
Zhang Liang felt like a fish in trouble, and he was unhappy without vomiting.
He thought for a while and decided to bow his hands and asked: "My lord, there is one thing that students still don't understand? Why don't you just go all out and pursue the victory? How about taking Hanzhong Mansion directly?"
"Do you think I don't want to take over Hanzhong Mansion? But my strength doesn't allow it?" Zhao Ping took a sip of tea, put down the cup and shook his head.
Zhang Liang felt incredible: "Lord, this opportunity is rare. If you miss this mountain, you may not have this temple in the future."
"The casualties among the soldiers are not small, but the key is that the gunpowder has been used up. Zhaojiazhuang relies heavily on firearms. There is no gunpowder. How to gunpowder? Firearms are inferior to guns and arrows." After Zhao Ping finished speaking, he stood up and looked in the direction of Hanzhong Mansion. A long sigh.
Zhang Liang repeatedly lamented the pity, as if he understood: "It seems that the road to Shu is difficult, and it is indeed difficult to reach the sky."
"The gunpowder mainly comes from Sichuan, and it is almost used in Sichuan." Zhao Ping sighed.
War is not only about economics, but also about logistics.
However, Xi County is far outside Sichuan, and it passes through the most difficult Shu Road in the world.
At this time, Zhao Long came in and reported: "Little saint, King Feisi of Israel wants to see you again."
"Lord, this small country saw that Zhaojiazhuang won the battle, so it seems that it needs weapons and equipment." Zhang Liang thought for a while and reminded.
In fact, Zhao Ping knew what Fei Sifu meant without him reminding him.
Zhao Ping nodded and said to Zhao Long: "Let him come in."
Fei Sifu was still as cautious as before, walking in step by step with his head lowered.
When he came to Zhao Ping's coffee table, he raised his head.
Fei Sifu bowed deeply and said to Zhao Ping: "Congratulations to the little saint for defeating the barbarians."
"We are still far from being defeated, but we are only temporarily ahead." Zhao Ping shook his head and looked at him and said.
Fei Sifu thought in his heart, the barbarians have already asked you for peace. Isn't that a defeat or something?
However, Zhao Ping had already made up his mind, so it was hard for him to say anything.
Fei Si thought about it again and decided to bow his hands and said: "I'm telling you, little saint, that Xiabang already has two thousand troops, but it's a pity that there are no weapons."
"Two thousand troops," Zhao Ping thought, thinking that Feisi was eager to restore the country, and then asked, "Will all the people be soldiers?"
"Except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, all the others are joining the army." Fei Sifu was shocked. He didn't expect that Zhao Ping knew everything.
Zhao Ping nodded and then asked: "How many of you are there now?"
"It is estimated that there were 10,000 people in the Song Dynasty, 20,000 people in the Hu people's territory, and now there are only 5,000 people in Xi County." Fei Sifu answered honestly.
Zhao Ping thought for a while. During the Northern Song Dynasty, there were about 5,000 Israelis, and now it is estimated to be at most 50,000.
But it may take about a year, or even longer, to bring all the Israelites together.
Zhao Ping said to Zhao Long: "Go get a special Hu-killing sword."
Zhao Long agreed and went out to get the sword.
After Zhao Long went out, Zhao Ping waved and said with a smile: "Master Fei, you don't have to stand, sit down and drink tea."
"I have thanked the little saint." Fei Sifu sat on the table next to him and carefully took the tea from Qiu Ruoshui.
There was no time for tea, so Zhao Long brought a sword over with its scabbard.
Zhao Ping pulled out the sword and saw that it was as bright as autumn water and very attractive.
Zhao Ping pulled out a piece of hair, put it on his sword and blew it gently. The hair immediately broke into two pieces.
Fei Si took another look and couldn't help but be overjoyed. It was indeed a good sword.
Although Zhang Liang is a scholar, he is envious of this sword.
Zhao Ping then inserted the sword into the scabbard, and then said to Fei Sifu: "Master Fei, this sword has your name engraved on it, and I will give it to you now."
Fei Sifu couldn't help but be overjoyed and took the sword respectfully.
This sword has his name engraved on it, and it was obviously custom-made for him.
Zhao Ping looked at his happy expression and nodded.
"The Hu people's weapons captured outside are all the latest. Hu people have never appeared before. You can get the weapons of five thousand people." He then said lightly.
Although he is a vassal, he is still an outsider after all.
Fei Sifu was a little disappointed. Of course, what he hoped for most was Zhaojiazhuang's latest weapon.
However, when he heard about the latest weapons of the Hu people, he couldn't help but be skeptical.
Outside Zhaojiazhuang were waiting for Israel’s civil servants, including Jehovah Yonghua, Pu Da, and Hu Liang.
They were like ants on a hot pot, constantly walking around.
Now that Zhaojiazhuang has won a big victory, the little saint is happy and can get a large number of useful weapons.
Seeing that Fei Sifu finally came out, Prime Minister Ye Yonghua couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly led the civil and military ministers to greet him.
Jehovah Yonghua saw Fei Sifu coming out a little unhappy, and felt extremely depressed.
"Your Highness, Zhaojiazhuang doesn't provide weapons?" Ye Yonghua couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Fei Si looked at him again and shook his head.
"Don't you give me much?" Jehovah was still disappointed.
"The gift was quite generous, with a total of five thousand soldiers and horses and weapons." Fei Sifu's words made Jehovah Yonghua feel happy.
Jehovah Yonghua almost jumped up with joy, it was really different when the king came out.
But Fei Sifu's next sentence almost made him feel cold, "They are all weapons of the barbarians."
After arriving at the barracks, Jehovah could not help but be overjoyed.
He cried while stroking the return cannon and the iron artillery.
"Your Highness, the little saint has indeed not deceived the Kingdom of Israel. These weapons are weapons that have appeared recently among the barbarians." Jehovah Yonghua said happily while wiping his tears.
At the pass in Jinquan Town, the Hu people here temporarily built a simple pass with stones.
This pass is one mile long, and the Hu people named it Jinquan Pass.
There are twenty giant returning cannons at this pass, as well as hundreds of iron artillery cannons.
There are many barbarians defending, including 10,000 troops.
There is no smoke on the giant return cannon, so it is obviously the latest one.
There is still gunpowder smoke on the iron artillery. It was removed from the last battle with the security group.
During the battle between the security group and the Huihui artillery positions, these iron artillery mobile frames were forcibly removed by the Huihui artillery to make baffles.
The iron artillery artillery received the order to retreat and simply tied it to the war horse, and now it finally appears here.
Seeing that most of the iron artillery pieces were placed here intact, Captain Nirpo of the Three Thousand Soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The returning artillery was not so lucky, and most of them stayed in their positions.
He was extremely angry at the time. Why didn't he notify the Hu people when they were retreating? As a result, the entire Huihui artillery position was either destroyed or abandoned.
Commander Deke patted him on the shoulder: "The marshal has already credited you with the credit. Only with your efforts can the entire army be evacuated smoothly."
Hearing this, Nilbo felt better, but he couldn't help but sigh.
After all, retreating without saying hello made him feel abandoned.
What's more, if they had been informed earlier, they would have been beaten so badly by the security team.
Even meritorious deeds cannot make up for the damage done in return, especially the painful feeling of being abandoned.
A three-centurion looked tired and asked the centurion Grool: "I heard that the commander-in-chief has negotiated with the Nanman?"
"Yes." Gloor nodded.
The three centurion thought for a while and couldn't help but asked happily: "So there is no need to fight?"
"Is this it? It's hard to say, the negotiations have not yet concluded!" Gloor shook his head.
The three centurion couldn't help being disappointed. He looked at the returning cannon and said, "So, there's still going to be a war?"
"That's right, we have to prepare for war." Grool said solemnly, "We used to attack the Nanman, but now they attack us."
