Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

Hu Yanzhuo suddenly lost his momentum, and his eyes dimmed a bit: "Who are you? Why have I never heard of you."

"Shut up, this is His Royal Highness Prince Dakang Qing, do you deserve to know?"

A guard rushed up and slapped Hu Yanzhuo.

Hu Yanzhuo glared at Ning Fan and suddenly sneered: "You are coming from the back mountain, right? Our army is at the bottom of the mountain and will arrive in a moment. Is it possible that His Highness has wings and can fly?"

"take away!"

Ning Fan doesn't talk nonsense.

Hu Yanzhuo is the spiritual leader of the eighteen Jurchen tribes and the biggest mastermind of the Jurchen invasion of Yunzhou.

Killing this person will only unite the eighteen Jurchen tribes, but keeping this person will have endless benefits.

Walking out of the tent, the massacre outside was coming to an end.

Several tribal leaders were also found in several surrounding tents. Unfortunately, most of these people died in the rebellion.

"withdraw!"

After only a stick of incense, Ning Fan immediately ordered to retreat.

The purpose of this operation has been achieved, and there is no point in continuing to kill.

Furthermore, the Huyan tribe's army is coming. If we delay, we may not be able to leave.

Several guards escorted Hu Yanzhuo to the front, while Ning Fan was behind to urge the troops to retreat quickly.

Everyone was not empty-handed, so they casually replied that they would bring the Jurchens' valuable treasures with them.

The Jurchens love jewelry, especially gold. Almost every commander carries a large piece of gold with him.

Gold chains, gold rings, gold headbands, these things are valuable and are what Jiangzhou needs most now.

In this battle, the loot captured was at least one million taels of silver. Part of it was given to the soldiers as rewards, and the rest was enough for the war.

Fighting to support fighting is Ning Fan's biggest goal.

On the one hand, these elite soldiers can be trained in combat skills, and on the other hand, Jiangzhou's resources are not consumed. This is simply killing two birds with one stone.

The team was like a tide and quickly went down the mountain along the original path.

The speed of going down the mountain is several orders of magnitude faster than climbing the mountain.

Hu Yanzhuo kept screaming while being dragged by several soldiers. He was too fat. Rather than going down the mountain, it was better to say that he was dragged down the mountain by force.

When they came to the foot of the cliff and saw dozens of thick ropes, Hu Yanzhuo finally understood how Dakang's soldiers came up.

This so-called natural chasm may really be nothing to this young Prince Dakang.

When everyone successfully crossed the cliff, Ning Fan announced that he would cut off the rope immediately, and at this time the pursuers of the Jurchen tribe finally arrived.

No matter how amazing the Jurchen's archery skills were, the distance of hundreds of meters still kept Ning Fan and others at a safe distance.

The soldiers began to cheer and jeer.

The two parties exchanged insults in the air, but Ning Fan was the only one who sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

He was not in a hurry to retreat, but asked everyone to have a good rest. The pursuers on the opposite side would not be able to fly over for a while, so everyone had enough time to rest.

When the sun rose, there was a sound of galloping horse hooves, and Ning Fan led the army back to the camp.

Chen Yuanqing stared at the panda eyes and waited in the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ning Fan riding the horse in high spirits.

The fat and bald Hu Yanzhuo was roughly thrown to the ground. This figure with noble blood among the Jurchens did not get any due respect at this time.

"Ah!"

"Who is this?"

Chen Yuanqing was a tall man. When he walked over and compared with Hu Yanzhuo, Hu Yanzhuo turned into a meat top.

A slap as big as a cattail leaf slapped on Hu Yanzhuo's big head, leaving a five-finger palm print.

"Don't be rude! This is Hu Yanzhuo, the Great Khan of the Huyan tribe, a famous Jurchen figure!"

Ning Fan quickly pretended to stop him.

Chen Yuanqing was shocked when he heard this: "Your Highness, have you arrested Hu Yanzhuo? It is said that this guy is the youngest son of Jurchen Taizu Hu Yanming. Hu Yanming only had Hu Yanzhuo when he was more than eighty years old. Hu Yanzhuo is now a daughter. He must be the most senior among the real royal family!"

"Your Highness, it's amazing that you captured the ancestor of the Jurchens."

Chen Yuan had a look of admiration on his face.

Ning Fan waved his hand and said: "The Jurchens have no feud with our Dakang people. This Hu Yanzhuo invaded our Yunzhou and was caught by me."

Hu Yanzhuo was so frightened that he was trembling. When he heard what Ning Fan said, he quickly shouted that he was wronged: "Your Highness, King Qing, you are really wronged."

"Wish? The Yunzhou under your feet is my Dakang's land?"

"To tell you the truth, Yunzhou is now my fiefdom, Ning Fan, and no foreigner can enter without permission."

Ning Fan's face turned serious.

Remembering that this well-off prince had bloodyly massacred most of the tribe's nobles last night, Hu Yanzhuo's heart was not filled with hatred, but with fear.

Hearing Ning Fan say this, Hu Yanzhuo was speechless.

"Your Highness, this guy's belly is full of oil. If you ask me, there is a way to make him die happily."

Chen Yuanqing said from the side.

Ning Fan rolled his eyes and asked quickly: "The Jurchens invaded our Yunzhou and must be severely punished to serve as a warning to others. What is General Chen's clever plan?"

"Pull this kid's big intestine out from his belly button, then pour lamp oil and light it. It will definitely burn for three days and three nights! Look at this kid, his belly looks like he's holding a big watermelon."

Chen Yuanqing pointed at Hu Yanzhuo's big belly and laughed.

Ning Fan nodded and said: "Hu Yanzhuo, can you plead guilty? You invaded our country, Dakang, and committed all kinds of evil by attacking and killing border residents and stealing minerals. I don't know how many innocent people died at your hands! What else do you have to say now?"

Hu Yanzhuo, who was listening to the conversation between Ning Fan and Chen Yuanqing, was so frightened that he sat on the ground, unable to speak a word.

"Someone, drag me out and light the sky lanterns."

Ning Fan waved his hand.

Hu Yanzhuo just woke up from a dream. He burst into tears and cried loudly: "Your Highness, spare your life! I have something to say."

"Say what you want, I'll cut your tongue first."

Chen Yuanqing took out his dagger, walked over and stabbed Hu Yanzhuo in the mouth.

Hu Yanzhuo turned pale with fright and shouted: "The Jurchens want to form an alliance with the Huns! I am the only one who opposes!"

"stop!"

Ning Fan raised his hand. Chen Yuanqing's dagger was only a little away from Hu Yanzhuo's mouth, but it still stopped steadily.

"The Jurchens want to form an alliance with the Huns? Are you serious?"

Ning Fan plays with taste.

Although he had known the news for a long time, it was different when it came out of Hu Yanzhuo's mouth.

This high-ranking nobleman within the Jurchens was powerful enough to influence the Jurchen political arena, but he came to Yunzhou as a last resort due to fear within the ethnic group.

"it is true!"

"Dakang's national power is weakening day by day. If the Huns and Jurchens unite, they can directly take over the Central Plains."

Hu Yanzhuo said loudly.