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

"Let you go back? If I let you go back so easily, will you Jurchens think that the Dakang people are too easy to bully?"

"Now write a letter to your tribe and ask them to send 100,000 cattle and sheep! Only in this way can you be returned."

Ning Fan said with an indifferent expression.

One hundred thousand heads!

Hu Yanzhuo's face turned pale when he heard this number.

Now the eighteen Jurchen tribes put together have just this many livestock.

But those are Jurchen rations. Once given to Dakang, the people of the Eighteen Tribes will starve to death in winter...

"Your Highness, can you please have less?"

Hu Yanzhuo looked at Ning Fan with difficulty.

One hundred thousand heads is really too difficult for him.

"My original plan was to kill you all and then accept your property! Now I only need 100,000 cattle and sheep to let you go back. This is already a friendly price! If you want to kick your nose in the face, then we will go to the battlefield See you."

Ning Fan's attitude became cold and hard again.

Hu Yanzhuo said nothing. He understood that His Highness Prince Qing of Dakang would not joke. The youngest prince in the empire was a rare hero. In the future, if Dakang had this person, the Huns would all To subjugate the country and destroy the species.

The Jurchens, on the other hand, did not dare to go against Dakang.

Ning Fan looked at Hu Yanzhuo's panicked look, but he didn't dare to relax.

Although Hu Yanzhuo said that you are the most senior and most prestigious among the Jurchen royal family, he has long lost the right to speak in the Jurchen decision-making circle.

Although this person has a good vision, he encountered fear because of his identity, so he took the risk and left Yunzhou.

In other words, Hu Yanzhuo is no longer the core person of the Jurchens. No one can tell how much influence he has on the Jurchens' future plans.

Ning Fan didn't place any hope on Hu Yanzhuo, but he was just using it to defeat the Jurchens who were about to make a move.

If the Jurchens really want to unite with the Huns, Ning Fan will not worry about it as long as they have another half year.

The tent was warm as spring, and Ning Fan was tired, but you were very excited.

This was the first time he led an army into battle, but the result directly shocked the three armies. Looking at Chen Yuanqing's admiring eyes, Ning Fan also knew how brilliant his result this time was.

"Your Highness, do you really plan to let Hu Yanzhuo go back?"

Chen Yuanqing asked curiously.

"What do you think?"

Ning Fan didn't say the reason, but you looked at Chen Yuanqing.

Chen Yuanqing is a fierce general and has some attainments in strategy and tactics, but after all, he is too young, and Ning Fan still wants to train him.

If this kid is willing to study hard, he will definitely become a famous general in the future.

"Actually, killing some nobles of the Huyan Tribe and the Eighteen Tribes has already served as a deterrent. Killing Huyanzhuo again will make the Jurchens hate us!"

Chen Yuanqing nodded and said: "His Highness advocated not killing Hu Yanzhuo. I think it is very wise! It's just one hundred thousand cattle and sheep. Isn't that too few?"

Ning Fan laughed loudly: "Well, Chen Yuanqing, do you really think that the Jurchens' cattle and sheep are endless? If you don't leave rations for them, they will fight tooth and nail!"

"Remember, never force your enemies to the point where they have no choice, and give them a leeway."

Ning Fan taught earnestly.

Chen Yuanqing nodded: "I understand."

In the two raids, the elites of the Dragon Scale Army did not suffer much loss. In the two battles, only more than thirty people were injured in total, and only seven people died! This kind of battle damage can be called a miracle.

After two consecutive days, the envoys from the Jurchen tribe finally arrived. The conditions they gave were basically similar to Ning Fan's expectations, which was to return Hu Yanzhuo in cattle and sheep. However, the specific number of sheep Hu Yanzhuo was worth? The matter is the main point of contention between the two parties.

"Not only do I want your cattle and sheep, but I also want you all to leave Yunzhou within seven days."

Ning Fan had a tough attitude.

The envoy sent by the Jurchen royal family was also speechless. After all, Yunzhou has been the land of Dakang since ancient times. The Jurchens came to Dakang's territory to run wild, and everything they suffered could only be swallowed in their stomachs.

"Is your uncle okay?"

the messenger asked.

Ning Fan clapped his hands, and Hu Yanzhuo, who had a red face, walked in from outside the tent.

In the past few days, Hu Yanzhuo had tasted delicacies that the Jurchens had never tasted before.

The various prairie delicacies made by Ning Fan using modern cooking methods simply made the Jurchen Emperor's uncle happy.

The envoy thought that Hu Yanzhuo had been tortured to the point of becoming a human being, but when he saw Hu Yanzhuo's red face, he immediately became confused.

Seeing that Hu Yanzhuo was free and unfettered, he became even more murmuring in his heart.

"Go back and tell the Emperor that you agree to all His Highness's requests. We Jurchens cannot be enemies with Dakang. Dakang is our Jurchens' friend and relative!"

Hu Yanzhuo held the messenger's hand with a sincere look on his face.

Although the messenger was doubtful, he still agreed.

One hundred thousand cattle and sheep, and finally an agreement was reached.

"Your Highness, after you defeat the Huns from now on, what are you going to do with their territory?"

Hu Yanzhuo's chubby face was filled with flattery.

Ning Fan looked at this short fat man and couldn't help but feel amused.

After spending a few days together, this Hu Yanzhuo was so naive that Ning Fan developed a good impression of him.

"You will get as much as you pay. You Jurchens will not give up the land of the Huns, and I will not watch you Jurchens become stronger and threaten Dakang step by step!"

"I believe you will understand this truth."

Ning Fan didn't draw a cake or praise Haikou, but directly poured a basin of cold water on it.

After hearing this, Hu Yanzhuo showed a somewhat disappointed look on his face: "Your Highness, at critical moments, we Jurchens will also make the right choice."

After the messenger returned, he came back three days later, bringing with him a vast flock of sheep.

One hundred thousand cattle and sheep, the scene was extremely grand, even Ning Fan had seen such a scene for the first time.

With so many cattle and sheep, the Dragon Scale Army can start to reserve military rations for the next stage.

"Your Highness, the Yunzhou Jurchens will evacuate as soon as possible, but I also hope that you can give me a few more days of grace."

After receiving the cattle and sheep, the hostages must also be released.

However, Hu Yanzhuo held Ning Fan's hand and refused to let go. He burst into tears and stupefied the Jurchen envoys who came to greet him.

"Brother Huyan, return to Jurchen as soon as possible. Don't forget what I told you."

"The survival of the Jurchens in the future depends on you."

Ning Fan took out his hand with a faint smile on his face.

Hu Yanzhuo left, constantly waving back on his horse, his chubby face full of reluctance.

"This kid, he must be addicted to eating our food these days, and he still doesn't want to leave!"

Chen Yuanqing said funnyly.

Sun Lu on the side snorted coldly: "You eat more than a pig, what's the use of keeping it?"