The scene changed and returned to Qianjing City.
A few days after Yang Xun took Wu Yueli under his command, the envoy sent by the Russian state arrived. It was the same Duke Shmilov who went to Beiyan.
In the Taiji Hall, Shmilov bowed to Yang Xun and said respectfully: "Russian envoy Shmilov pays homage to the respected King Qian Sui of Daqian Zhenbei, and the respected Lord Cui, the Minister of Rites."
With that said, he bowed to Cui Bowen again.
"No need to be polite!" Cui Bowen said with a smile, and then he saw Yang Xun on the dragon throne giving him a look, and quickly turned his face serious.
"Tell me, what brings you here this time?" Yang Xun took a sip of tea and asked.
Shmilov hesitated for a moment and said: "Um... Your Majesty, are you satisfied with the compensation and the princess sent by our country of Russia?"
"Satisfied, just a little bit missing." Yang Xun said lightly.
"Ah?" Mrs. Shmilo was dumbfounded. The Russian state had fully compensated 20,000 horses, 300,000 cattle and sheep, and the value of various gold and silver jewelry was equivalent to 50,000 kilograms of gold!
Most importantly, they also compensated 50,000 slaves in Daqian. It is said that these slaves were taken to Liaodong to build the Protectorate.
Although their country of Rus is rich, it is bleeding heavily this time, but Yang Xun is still too little?
"Ah, what? I heard that your country of Russia is filled with gold and is extremely rich. Do you think the little thing you gave me is a lot?" Yang Xun suddenly changed the topic and his eyes became cold.
Shmilov was stunned. What did Yang Xun mean? They had already paid compensation. Could it be that Yang Xun was still thinking about beating them?
"Your Majesty, these are all rumors. Our country is so poor now that we can hardly open the pot." Shmilov said quickly.
"Rumor? The Northern Huns told me this. They have robbed a lot of treasures from you. It shouldn't be dazzling, right?" Yang Xun asked doubtfully.
As soon as these words came out, Shmilov was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
The Northern Huns were killed! You just want to grab it yourself, but you still go around shouting about it?
"Your Majesty, those Huns are cunning people. Their words cannot be trusted! And I heard that Daqian and the Xiongnu are old enemies. In addition to expressing friendship to Daqian, the foreign minister also hopes that Daqian can send troops. Join us in flanking the Northern Huns and destroy them." Shmilov said with a grimace.
The Ross Kingdom really had no choice. Those Huns were too mobile and were as slippery as fish in the water. They often finished grabbing a place, and by the time the Ross Army arrived, they had already arrived at the next place.
Moreover, the territory of the Rus' country was vast and the population was not too large. The garrison in many places was only a few hundred or even dozens, and they did not dare to fight the Huns.
As long as the Huns entered their territory, they would return with a full load every time, which was equivalent to a waste of money.
Although they also mobilized a large army to conquer the Northern Huns, when they received the news, they took the entire tribe and ran away. When their army arrived, nothing was left.
As soon as they retreat, the Huns will run back immediately and continue to rob them.
The civilians on the border were forced by the Huns to flee to the north in large numbers. If this continues, the land in the south of the Rus' Kingdom will be almost empty.
"You want us to block the Northern Huns' retreat, right?" Yang Xun asked.
Shmilov was overjoyed and said quickly: "That's right. As long as Dagan is willing to send troops to block the retreat of the Northern Huns, our country of Russia is willing to give out another 50,000 kilograms of gold!"
Fifty thousand catties, that is, five hundred thousand taels, is equivalent to five million taels of silver.
It's not a small amount of money, and Shmilov believes that Yang Xun will be moved.
At this time, even Cui Bowen on the side was a little excited when he heard that five million taels of silver only cut off the retreat route of the Northern Huns. He could just transfer 20,000 to 30,000 cavalry from Northern Yan to do it. This was a huge profit.
However, Yang Xun sighed and said: "The Northern Xiongnu have been driven to the place north of the desert where birds don't shit. I really can't bear to fight them anymore! I need to pay more!"
Shmilov was stunned: "Add... how much more?"
Yang Xun thought for a moment and said, "Let's do this. In addition to fifty thousand kilograms of gold, all the land south of the Beihai will be ceded to us. We also want the Beihai, and I will station troops there!"
"Ah? This..." Shmilov was stunned. The North Sea that Dagan mentioned was actually the largest freshwater lake in their country of Russia, named Bei Lake.
There is a large area of land south of Bei Lake. How can it be ceded so easily?
"My lord, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this, right?" Shmilov wondered.
At this moment, Cui Bowen suddenly slammed the table and stood up: "What's wrong? The south of Beihai has been my territory since ancient times. What's wrong with asking you to return it? If you don't return it, we will send troops ourselves. Rob!"
Yang Xun smiled and said nothing. This was why he kept Cui Bowen.
Although this guy is as smelly and hard as the stones in the latrine, he can understand Yang Xun's thoughts at critical moments.
Shmilov looked at the aggressive Cui Bowen. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be the Minister of Rites, right? Why is the Secretary of the Ministry of War so domineering that he wants to seize their land if they disagree?
What he didn't know was that fortunately only Cui Bowen was here. If Yu Qian, the real Minister of War, had been present, he might have already begun to suggest that Yang Xun send troops.
"Whether it's going to be given or not, please say something nice. If you don't give it, there's no need to talk!" Cui Bowen said with a cold snort when Shmilov didn't speak.
Shmilov quickly looked at Yang Xun and said, "Your Majesty, I really can't make the decision on this matter! Can Your Majesty change the conditions and ask for gold, silver and other treasures, as long as they are not too much, I can make the decision."
Yang Xun smiled slightly and said: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in money, I just like land. If you can't be the master, go back and bring back someone who can be the master. But you have to act quickly, or I'll fight you. It’s too late.”
Although Yang Xun was smiling at this time and his voice was very gentle, it sounded like a devil's whisper to Shmilov's ears.
Originally he thought Xu Dachuan was greedy and unreasonable enough, but it wasn't until he met Yang Xun that he knew what a real bandit was, a real unreasonable one.
But he really can't make the decision in this matter.
"In that case, please give me some time, Your Majesty, and I will hurry back to discuss with the King." Shmilov said with a hand.
"Old Cui, see you off!" Yang Xun waved his hand casually.
After Shmilov left, Yang Xun called Suzaku over.
"Send someone to Tianlang Mountain and tell Burker to lead his men across the desert to rob the Rus Kingdom. Everything they rob will be his, but under the banner of the Northern Huns."
"By the way, Xu Dachuan also asked him to send 10,000 to 20,000 light cavalry, put on Xiongnu clothes, and rob them for me under the banner of Northern Xiongnu!"
