Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Song Qingyuan waved his hand bluntly, let the special envoy back who had turned pale, and reminded him kindly before leaving: "You know, Chief Wu Han's patience is not very good, if he doesn't receive any news in three days, he will ask I sent people to lead troops across the river to give you gifts."

As for the gift, of course it was a big gift that could blow people up to the sky.

When all the people in the big tent left and Song Qingyuan was the only one left, Jiang Duo came out from the inner compartment and asked, "Do you want to go back to the main tent to rest first, Your Highness? You haven't been there for a few days." sleep well."

Jiang Duo is now frowning and talking about how he looks like Song Qingyuan in his previous life, the young assistant who was always worried that he would hurt his body.

Xu recalled the past, Song Qingyuan lowered his head and smiled, it was rare that he didn't reject Jiang Duo's suggestion, nodded and said: "Okay, go back to the main tent, go to bed early today."

Looking at Jiang Duo who hurriedly said "Hey" when he heard this, his tone was unconcealably happy. Song Qingyuan was not in the same mood as he just saw the special envoy of the Sanger tribe, and followed Jiang Duo back to his big tent with a smile. to rest.

After all, the reason why he came to this world is still very psychedelic. What if the crow's mouth of the assistant really hits the mark, and it is indeed related to the lack of rest?

Although he was confident that he could live a good life through time travel again, but Song Qingyuan looked around and felt that the current life was good.

There is no need for any more accidents.

Because Song Qingyuan has been working hard for the war with the Sanger tribe these days, Jiang Duo specially brewed a pot of calming tea and brought it in for him.

The people in the tent smelled the things in Jiang Duo's hands from a distance, and wrinkled their noses in disgust.

It's not that the Anshen Tea tastes so bad, it's mainly because the taste is so strange that it's sweet but not sweet, bitter but not bitter, half sour but not sour.Song Qingyuan frowned just by smelling it.

"I don't drink calming tea."

Before Jiang Duo approached, Song Qingyuan took the lead in refusing.

"It's not bad to drink, it's brewed according to Dr. Zhou's modified recipe."

Unmoved, Jiang Duo poured a full cup and handed it over, "Taste, Your Highness."

Song Qingyuan thought in his heart: It obviously smells familiar, how could it not be bad to drink.

But he still took it, and although his expression was extremely reluctant, he did bring this cup of weird soothing tea to his mouth.

Seeing that Song Qingyuan was willing to drink, Jiang Duo was relieved, and while fiddling with the tea set, he asked casually, "Does Your Highness not like that special envoy of the Sanger tribe?"

Song Qingyuan looked up at him, "Is it obvious?"

"Not obvious." Jiang Duo shook his head.

"Then how did you find out?" Song Qingyuan was curious.

Jiang Duo showed a thoughtful expression, and after a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "When your Highness meets someone he doesn't like, although he doesn't show it on his face, he always doesn't like to look up at him. Today, His Highness has been fine. Having glanced at the special envoy, I wonder if His Highness doesn't like this person very much."

He didn't even know he still had this habit.

Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and couldn't help sitting up straight, "Is there anything else?"

Jiang Duo shook his head, and replied honestly: "Not anymore."

He nodded, and finally answered the question Jiang Duo asked at the beginning: "I really don't like that special envoy."

Seeing that Jiang Duo said "Oh" and there was no other reaction, Song Qingyuan asked curiously, "Why didn't you ask me why?"

Jiang Duo was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness doesn't like this person, I don't want to mention him in front of His Highness."

Song Qingyuan laughed, "It's okay."

So while holding the teacup, he explained to Jiang Duo the reason why he didn't like the special envoy.

To be precise, he not only hated that special envoy, he even disliked the entire Sanger tribe.

If it was an ordinary rebellion, it would be fine, as Lian Ti once said, on the grassland, everything is based on strength.

As the winner, Song Qingyuan simply put forward his own request, that there was no need to humiliate them with words.

But the Sanger tribe has an almost abnormal rule.

When conquering a certain tribe, slaughtering the men in this tribe was the habit of Mobei when it was still fighting.

At that time, there was a shortage of food on the grassland. If those young and strong men were left behind, it would not only bring risks to their own tribe, but also mean that many more people would take away their scarce living resources.

But they have never captured these people like the Sanger tribe. Instead of killing them directly, they drove them to a fence and forced them to kill each other for the nobles to watch for fun.

Those who do not want to do anything just watch their wives and children being humiliated in front of them.

That's why they were forced to cancel this inhumane event because they were scared of being beaten by Lian Ti in the past few years.

Song Qingyuan Guang thought about that scene, and when he thought that they treated living people like animals in the arena, seeing that they had to go to war with their former companions and enjoyed it, he wished to directly kill the group of people on the other side of the Wulun River. Everyone was blown up.

Or simply occupy the Sanger tribe.

Those people were captured as criminal slaves, and they were forced to open mines to serve their sentences day and night.

The more Song Qingyuan thought about it, the more he felt that the current situation was too cheap for them.

Jiang Duo looked at Song Qingyuan who was excited about something, and cautiously reminded: "Your Highness, it's getting late, and the adults probably have already rested. If there is anything, why don't we discuss it tomorrow morning."

Song Qingyuan heard the words, and resumed the lazy sitting posture just now.

It was just one of his thoughts.Now that the Mobei army is competing with Nan Zhou, it is really rare to be able to bite off a piece of meat from Gerile, and he really doesn't have the energy to destroy his entire tribe.

Thinking of this, he showed another regretful expression, and sighed unwillingly.

Song Qingyuan silently thought about the possibility of "inadvertently" mentioning this wish in the letter to Lian Ti, and how likely it was that Lian Ti agreed.

Seeing this, Jiang Duo wanted to add more to his teacup.

Song Qingyuan quickly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to block the teapot Jiang Duo raised, and shook his head with lingering fear.

"It's not good to drink too much tea. If there is any leftover in the kitchen, you might as well send it to the adults of Dan Renji. They have been worrying a lot these days, and they probably need it very much."

A good boss should share joys and sorrows with his subordinates.

But Jiang Duo obviously didn't intend to satisfy Song Qingyuan's wish to be a good boss, he put down the teapot, and said helplessly, "The young one only made this pot."

Song Qingyuan seemed to be regretful, clicked his tongue and said: "Then forget it."

In the tent not far away, Dan Renji, who had been asleep for a long time, kicked the quilt unknowingly, unaware that he was about to suffer a taste torture just now.

After the explosion that night, Gerile immediately ordered the army to retreat, retreating to the Qishan Mountains.

That explosion almost damaged nearly half of his soldiers, and those soldiers who were too injured and unable to move were naturally left by him directly.

Who knows if the explosion will strike again, and those injuries will only delay the speed of his withdrawal.

The more Gerile counted the remaining troops and supplies, the more annoyed he became. In the past few days, his beast-like roars could be heard from time to time in the main tent.

And this kind of anger reached its peak when he heard the news of the special envoy who looked like a concubine.

"Song, Qing, Yuan!"

Gerile's eyes were red and his teeth were gritted when he called Song Qingyuan's name, even the soldiers beside him were taken aback.

It looked as if he wanted to eat his flesh raw.

"How dare you humiliate me like this!"

"Go and tell him, I can't agree to his conditions, absolutely impossible!"

Gerile yelled at the special envoy, and suddenly picked up something on the table and threw it at the person coming.

The special envoy shrugged his shoulders and hurriedly asked his elder brother beside him for help.

The elder brother waved at him where no one could see, motioning him to go down first.

Gerile, who was furious, didn't notice the special envoy who quietly retreated.He panted heavily, and after a while he said in a low voice: "Cross the river now, I will definitely capture Song Qingyuan alive! I will make his life worse than death!"

The person who had just waved his hand at the special envoy hurried forward, facing Gerile's angry eyes and said: "The leader must not be impulsive now, if you come out of the mountain now, you will be tricked by Song Qingyuan!"

Gerile finally regained some sense, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"Leader, think about it. We are now in the middle of Qishan Mountain. There are mountains in the way. People who want to come to the opposite side can't do anything to us. But if we go out of the mountain rashly, with the cunning of Song Qingyuan, he must have set up a trap waiting for us. Now We still don't know what the thing that can explode is, if we encounter that thing again, we will have to..."

The person who spoke was very measured, and wisely did not say the words "annihilated".

If Gerile listened to it, with his character, he still didn't know what to do.

Speaking of the explosion that night, Gerile still has lingering fears.

He finally gave up his impulsive thoughts, but he still said angrily: "Then I have to endure his insult? 50 tons of coal...he really dares to mention it!"

But what can they do?Everyone in the tent thought to themselves.

The explosion the day before yesterday was so powerful that it seemed like a punishment from God.

Otherwise, how to explain the earth-shaking movement and the creepy lethality?

A living person, a strange thing that fell from the sky.

After a loud explosion, there were only a few scattered pieces of broken limbs and scorched earth left.

Since Song Qingyuan said that if they don't agree, let the whole tribe feel the power of the explosion.Then even if they don't know whether the words are serious or just to threaten them, they can only choose to believe.

In the face of that completely unfamiliar weapon capable of crushing everything, none of the people present could accept the consequences of verifying the authenticity of this sentence.

"There is a saying in the Central Plains that goes, "If you keep green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."Leader, let's bear with it for the time being and accept Song Qingyuan's request.It's not too late to plan until we figure out what exploded. "

It was the same person who spoke just now, and his words obviously carried a lot of weight with Gerile.

Gerile, who listened to his persuasion, obviously became more rational.Although he still had the look on his face that he wanted to kill Song Qingyuan quickly, but he no longer clamored to bring his troops back.

"Just...as you said."

Gerile gritted his teeth and said, "Accept Song Qingyuan's request first, and the rest will be discussed after returning to the tribe."

The author says:

Song Qingyuan: Hmm, I think your dreams come faster.