After the encounter, the two armies began to temporarily station more than thirty miles apart.
The Ghost Army was blocked, and Xuan Army was dragged here. King Xuan did not dare to mobilize easily, otherwise, the Ghost King would bypass Guangyuan from here and enter Anyang.
night.
The Xuan Army camp is heavily guarded. Every once in a while, rows of soldiers with halberds will patrol back and forth, and there are many hidden sentries on the periphery. If the ghost army launches a night attack, the warning will probably be sent before it is even halfway through.
Because of the powerful cavalry of the Ghost Army, Yan Qi set up many resisting horses.
In the main tent of the Chinese army, King Xuan was dressed in brocade clothes, with his hair bound in jade hairpins. He was holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, reading at night.
"Your Majesty." Not long after, Xie Hongling came in and put the tea on the table.
"Hongling." King Xuan smiled slightly, put down the bamboo slips and looked at her.
The latter said softly: "It's getting late. Your Majesty, you should take care of yourself and rest early."
"It's okay, it's still early." King Xuan said first, then stood up and took Xie Hongling's hand, making her sit next to him. He asked like a best friend: "By the way, Hongling, I want to ask you a question."
"Your Majesty." Xie Hongling was obviously at a loss as the king was so close.
King Xuan looked at her, paused for a long time, and then asked: "Do you have anyone you like?"
"Ah?" Xie Hongling was stunned for a moment, then turned slightly red and said a little shyly: "No... no."
"So, what does it feel like to like someone?"
"I...I don't know, maybe I will miss him often..."
After Xie Hongling finished speaking, she raised her head and asked curiously: "Why does the king suddenly ask these questions?"
King Xuan was silent for a moment, a hint of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head, his expression gloomy.
At the same time, a fast horse was galloping on the official road leading to Liaoyang.
"Drive! Drive--"
The soldier on the horse was still slapping the horse's buttocks fiercely, obviously there was an emergency military situation.
Early the next morning.
King Xuan had just finished washing, and before he could convene the generals to discuss the troops, a spy hurriedly came to report: "Your Majesty, an envoy from the ghost tribe has been found."
"What?" King Xuan frowned.
The spy continued: "He is carrying the envoy flag and is heading towards my camp. Please make a decision, your Majesty."
When the two armies were fighting, the envoys were not killed, so the generals below did not dare to deal with it privately.
After hearing this, King Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Call Wang Su first."
"No!" The spy bowed and retreated.
Not long after, Wang Su arrived in a hurry. As soon as he came in, he bent down and held his hands in his hands: "Your Majesty."
"No need to be polite." King Xuan raised his hand and said straight to the point: "What do you think of the ghost king's envoy?"
"Oh?" Wang Su raised his eyebrows when he heard this, then thought for a moment and said: "The ghost army's marching route should be to escape to Anyang. Now it is blocked by our army. The ghost king is sending an envoy at this time. His intention is, I'm afraid most of them want our army to give way, but the king can take advantage of this and use a trick to lure the enemy."
"What do you mean..." King Xuan narrowed his beautiful eyes.
Half an hour later, Xuan General Tan Zhen was in charge and led the ghost envoys into the camp.
The latter was alone, wearing foreign clothes, with a hooked nose and sunken eye sockets. After entering the Xuanjun camp, he had a deer-headed rat-like eyes, looking left and right from time to time.
Tan Zhen saw this and asked with a sneer: "What are you looking at? Could it be that he is pretending to be an envoy but actually spying on military intelligence?"
"No, no, no, the general has misunderstood." The ghost envoy waved his hand quickly and said in stiff Zhongyuan dialect: "I am here completely on behalf of His Majesty the King, and sincerely meet with King Xuan to discuss matters between the two armies."
"Hmph!" Tan Zhen sneered again. As he spoke, he also came to the Chinese army's tent. He pressed the knife with his left hand and stretched out his right hand: "Please!"
"Thank you, thank you..." The ghost nodded quickly and then walked in through the curtain.
Inside the tent, King Xuan was in the commanding position directly above.
All the generals had already gathered, standing on the left and right, all wearing armor and cloaks and swords hanging on their waists. Naturally, they glared angrily at the arrival of the ghost envoys, looking fierce.
Seeing this, the latter couldn't help but swallowed, then calmed down, stepped forward, stood in the middle, put his hand on his chest, bent down and gave a deep salute: "Foreign envoy Honor, I have seen King Xuan Your Highness."
His language is not fluent, but he can be heard clearly.
There was not much expression on King Xuan's face, and he said in a calm voice: "There is no need to be polite. You are the envoy of the ghost tribe. Now the two armies are fighting, but you come to ask for an audience with me. You are quite courageous."
"Haha." Honor smiled and said, "It is precisely because our King, Your Majesty, knows that Xuanguo is a country of etiquette, and also knows that His Highness is a person who understands the overall situation, that is why I have asked Your Majesty to come to discuss with His Highness."
"There is no need to wear a high hat." King Xuan smiled coldly, still tepidly: "What is the purpose of the envoy here? Let me try to explain it. If you can't understand the words, please try the sword."
Her tone was flat, but it was loud and penetrating, with an invisible pressure.
As soon as she finished speaking, all the generals on the left and right pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, as if they were ready to draw their swords at any time.
When Honor saw this, he was startled at first, and then said quickly: "Your Highness, the sudden encounter between the two armies yesterday was really unexpected. Our King did not know that it was you, Your Highness. Otherwise, he would never have used troops. Now, too I hope that Your Highness can resolve this misunderstanding with us and that everyone can live in peace and go their separate ways. I don’t know what Your Highness’s wishes are.”
"What do you mean by this?" King Xuan said, "The Ghost King wants me, Xuan Army, to evacuate and let you go, right?"
"Haha." Honor laughed dryly and said: "There is absolutely no need for this war to happen. Your Highness, just imagine, our army now has more than 200,000 elites. If we really continue to fight, it will not be good for everyone. It is better to just let it go. If you say goodbye, we will definitely give you a generous gift."
King Xuan laughed, angry: "What if I don't allow it?"
"Your Highness." Honor said a little anxiously: "This is something that is beneficial to everyone. If Your Highness is willing, not only will there be no loss, but there will also be the benefit of a large amount of gold. On the contrary, if you have to fight, your army will undoubtedly suffer casualties. It’s tragic.”
"Are you threatening me!?" Upon hearing this, King Xuan's face suddenly turned cold, as cold as ice.
"No, no, no." Honor waved his hand and said, "I'm just speaking based on the facts. His Highness should know the combat strength of our army, and the strength is even better. If the war between the two sides breaks out again, the consequences can be imagined. Your Highness, You are a wise king, and you will never take advantage of others."
"I'm afraid I really disappoint you!" King Xuan said coldly: "You ghost clan invaded the Central Plains and killed so many of my compatriots! The bones of several cities were piled up like mountains! Hundreds of thousands of girls were raped and cooked by you! Such demons This behavior cannot be tolerated by heaven! If I give way and let you go, wouldn't I become a national criminal?"
"Your Highness!" Honor became even more anxious.
He wanted to say something else, but King Xuan waved his sleeves and said: "No need to say more! If you don't retreat, your life will be at risk!"
"But Your Highness..."
Honor was not willing to give up, but just as he was about to speak again, the generals glared angrily, and swept towards him with half-drawn swords.
The sound of unsheathing one after another frightened Honor into shutting up immediately. He subconsciously took a few steps back and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes, I'll excuse you..."
