Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhang Jingwei saw that Liu Yanzhi was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he felt anxious. He knew that he couldn't continue to waste time, so he hurried forward and forced a smile.

"Captain Han, don't get excited yet... We have no intention of attacking the camp!" Then, after a second thought, he continued, "My father-in-law has already sent someone to escort me back. I'm here for no other reason than to say goodbye. Thank you for your hospitality last night, but I hope Captain Han will forgive me for not being able to make this happen!"

Han Ye was even more furious when he saw Zhang Jingwei: "Master Zhang, you and I have nothing to do with each other, and we could have lived in peace, but why did you team up with Gao Fei to assassinate me! You pretended to be the prince and deceived me, but stop pretending here, I won't fall for your tricks!"

When Liu Yanzhi heard this, he looked at Zhang Jingwei in shock.

Zhang Jingwei quickly waved his hands in embarrassment.

Then he explained: "You are the ones who thought I was the prince. I never said 'I am the prince' in person!"

"You little brat, I don't want to waste my time talking to you! Either you withdraw your troops today, or I kill the prisoners!" Han Ye's eyes flashed with anger and determination. He held the big knife tightly in his hand, and the blade reflected a cold light.

As Han Ye spoke, he placed the knife on the neck of a coolie. The coolie, already weak, was frightened to the point of losing his legs and falling to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yanzhi was extremely anxious. He pointed his finger, glared at Han Ye, and shouted, "Han Ye! Do you know the consequences of killing prisoners now?"

Wang Chui, sitting in the prison van, was getting anxious watching this scene. Han Ye was already cherishing his life. His condition was actually very simple: withdraw the troops! This stalemate would be disadvantageous to both sides!

Wang Jue knocked on the prison van and asked a constable to call Zhang Jingwei over.

Zhang Jingwei trotted over to the prison van and asked, "What's going on? Are you getting in?"

Wang Jue shook his head and said, "Senior, we can't advance rashly now. We should exchange hostages first and retreat three miles!"

"This...will he agree to it?" Zhang Jingwei was very unsure. Han Ye was a man with no bottom line. He didn't know what other outrageous things Han Ye would do.

Wang Zhui patted the prison van and said confidently, "I have the advantage. He will agree. Believe me!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded, then trotted to the city gate. After just two steps, he was sweating profusely. He secretly vowed to learn how to ride a horse because running was too tiring.

Zhang Jingwei shouted at the city gate: "Han Ye, release the people first, and our army will retreat three miles!"

Han Ye was thinking at this time that the army was three miles away from the camp, which was enough for him to escape, but to be on the safe side, he still sent out a team of scouts first.

As soon as the scouts from the north gate came out, Han Ye negotiated the terms: "You withdraw first!"

Zhang Jingwei said: "Let him go first!"

Han Ye tightened the long knife in his hand: "Retreat or not?"

Zhang Jingwei reluctantly agreed: "Okay, okay, fine, I'm afraid of you! The entire army retreats three miles!"

After receiving the order, the rear team of the entire army became the front team and withdrew three miles one after another.

Looking at the flames fading away, Han Ye was very satisfied.

To be honest, after Zhang Jingwei and others left, he still felt a little panicked because of the empty feeling behind him.

Liu Yanzhi shouted: "Let him go!"

After a while, the city gate opened and a man in heavy armor walked out leading a large group of laborers. Zhang Jingwei counted them and found that there were only eighty people.

He then went to ask Wang Jue, "He said there were over a hundred corvées in the camp, but only eighty were released. Was he deliberately exaggerating, or did he have a trick up his sleeve?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jue held his forehead and said, "If he wants to escape, he must have some prisoners in his hands. I guess... I'll go and persuade him to surrender!"

As he said that, he opened the cage himself. It turned out that the prison car was not locked, but in the end he was invited in by the constable next to him and locked it casually.

Wang Jue is a mysophobia person and was very picky after getting on the prison van. Several constables were annoyed to the point of having their heads explode. In order to arrange the prison van, several constables washed and wiped it again and again. Now they were determined not to let Wang Jue get off, so as to prevent it from getting dirty again.

"Sir Wang, I will drive you there, please be understanding!" The constable looked innocent and drove the prison van to take Wang Zhe and others to the city gate.

Han Ye was shocked when he saw that the person coming was Wang Jue.

At this time, Wang Zhen opened his mouth and cursed: "Reckless man! Don't commit murder again! They have already withdrawn their troops, why don't you let them go!"

Han Ye was stunned for a long time before he said, "Master Wang, what are you doing..."

Wang Zhen was still trying to persuade them earnestly: "This situation is irreversible. The best policy is to release them and surrender quickly!"

Seeing Han Ye remained silent for a long time, Wang Zhen cursed again: "You ignorant and reckless man, do you really want to end up with your city destroyed and yourself dead?"

"As long as we surrender, you and I will be detained by the government. The prince will definitely try to mediate. Perhaps there is still a chance of survival!"

"The army is only three miles away from here. If you resist, you will die here!"

After a few more words, Han Ye remained indifferent.

"Han Ye, have you forgotten the prince's promise to you?"

"A true man can bend and stretch, so why bother to face his sharp edge? If you make a comeback one day, the prince will definitely regard you as his confidant, and make you a marquis or prime minister, the highest position in the country!"

Zhang Jingwei also echoed, "That's right. As long as there is green mountain, there will be no shortage of firewood! If you release them all, I will return to Yunzhou immediately and pretend I didn't know anything about this!"

At this time, the scouts sent out earlier came back to report, "The North Gate is safe, and no Yunzhou troops were found in the direction of Gaoyang!"

After listening to this, Han Ye raised his head and sighed, saying.

"Oh, forget it. Your Highness is the Emperor's uncle. How dare I try to curry favor with him? I just want to stay alive. I just hope Young Master Zhang won't make things difficult for me!"

Zhang Jingwei pointed three fingers toward the sky and vowed, "I guarantee this with my life! As long as you release them, I will protect you!"

"Then let me make some preparations, and I will release the people myself." After saying that, Han Ye disappeared from the city wall.

The kiln owner followed Han Ye and asked, "Godfather, do we really want to surrender?"

"Don't believe him at all. Right now we can only flee to Gaoyang first! Get ready quickly and go to Gaoyang with your father. At worst, we can give Gaoyang to the Rong people. What the kid said just now is right, 'As long as you have the green mountains, you will never be short of firewood!'" Han Ye had a fierce look on his face and organized a group of cavalry guards to escape from the north gate.

The kiln owner refused, saying, "Foster father, if you don't show up for a long time, they will definitely get suspicious. How about I help you hold them off for a while! That way, you can make more plans!"

Han Ye looked very pleased with his "son" and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "You... are truly my good boy. It's worth following me for so long. If I ever make a comeback, you will definitely be my, Han Ye's, only heir!"

Yaotou knelt on the ground, kowtowed several times, and said his final goodbye to Han Ye: "Foster father... Dad, take care..."

Han Ye is nearly fifty years old and has no children. The word "Dad" moved Han Ye deeply, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years surged into his heart like a river or the sea.

"Good boy, stay alive and wait for me to come back!"

After saying that, Han Ye rode on a fast horse and fled to Gaoyang County with a few cavalry guards.