We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chapter 291 He Will Soon Be Able to Take Care of These Things

Yicida asked someone to bring food and water.

It is true that He Conglong was his slave, but he was a slave that the Mohe King Dudiji paid special attention to.

Du Diji was planning to exchange him for an equal amount of gold, but he didn't dare let him starve to death.

He even untied the restraints on He Conglong. After all, this was the Mohe camp, and he was not afraid that He Conglong would escape.

The food of the Heishui Mohe was of very low quality. It consisted of two pieces of frozen, hard jerky and a ball made from some unknown grain ground into powder.

He Conglong didn't dislike it. He sat on the ground and started eating with big mouthfuls.

Hearing the sound of him chewing, the other slaves couldn't help but look over.

Wanyan squatted on the ground, staring at He Conglong with his big eyes, and swallowed his saliva: "Is it delicious?"

He Conglong glanced at him and said nothing.

Wanyan didn't get any food, but he wasn't angry. He squatted on the ground and watched He Conglong eat happily.

He Conglong ate all the food, leaned against the edge of the tent, and closed his eyes to rest.

The injuries on his body were aching slightly, and He Conglong didn't know if it would be infected, but he couldn't think about it too much in the current situation.

Eat something and restore your strength first.

He Conglong fell asleep in a daze.

Although he was in the enemy camp, he slept soundly and when he woke up it was already daybreak.

Turning around, Wanyan was still standing by his side, and even smiled ingratiatingly at him when she saw him wake up.

He Conglong was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This kid is quite sensible.

He stood up slowly and felt that his body functions had recovered about 60% and his body was no longer hot.

Fortunately, there is no sign of infection in the wound for the time being.

"Boy, come here." He Conglong waved at him, "Let me ask you, besides staying here, what else do you do on a daily basis?"

Wanyan said truthfully, "I still have work to do, feeding the horses, chopping wood, moving things, and so on."

"Will you come with me while I work?"

Wanyan showed a look of fear: "You mean the master? He is the Bo Yi Aha of the Mohe King, so of course he doesn't have to do odd jobs."

He Conglong nodded and asked, "When can I see him?"

"We have to wait until the training time." Wanyan replied.

He Conglong continued to ask, "How often does the Mohe army conduct drills?"

Wanyan said, "During battle, we need to exercise our bodies and walk our horses, so we exercise every three days."

He Conglong asked again: "When is the next training?"

Wanyan counted on his fingers and thought for a while: "It should be this afternoon."

He Conglong got all the information he wanted to know, nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Wanyan more and more favorably.

He remembered that before he joined the Salt Gang, he was hanging out on the streets and was exactly like this kid.

Try every possible means to get close to those big shots and spare no effort to climb up, just to escape the current situation.

"Do you want to work with me?" He Conglong asked suddenly.

Wanyan was stunned for a moment, then a look of joy appeared on his face: "Do you want to take me in as your Bo Yi aha?"

He Conglong shook his head: "We serve others, not slaves... That's all, just take it as it is."

"I'm willing." Wanyan nodded repeatedly, "But the Lord... Yicida won't agree."

"It doesn't matter." He Conglong grinned, "He will soon be unable to care about these things."

. . . . . .

Fengtian Army Camp.

After learning of the Heishui Mohe's attack, Li Che abandoned his plan to let the army rest and adjusted his strategy.

The entire army set out immediately, and after joining up with Huo Duanxiao, they rushed to Liujing without stopping.

If we encountered any small towns or villages along the way, we would just bombard them with cannons and then take them down with a single charge by the entire army.

They pushed forward like this and in just three days they reached the city of Liujing.

At this moment in Liujing City, the court was in chaos.

The King of Goryeo was panicked and quickly summoned all officials to discuss countermeasures.

"The Fengtian Army, with 80,000 soldiers, has captured several cities in our country and is now approaching Liujing."

The King of Goryeo pressed down on the dragon throne, his voice trembling: "My lords, what should we do?"

The ministers spoke in unison, offering suggestions one after another:

"Your Majesty, Liujing City has few soldiers and generals, and it is difficult to meet the enemy. It is better to abandon the city and flee south to avoid disaster, and wait for the right opportunity to make a comeback."

"That's wrong. Pu has gathered 100,000 troops in the south, ready to fight. If we go south now, wouldn't that be a trap?"

"Although the Park family has rebellious intentions, they are Koreans after all. It is better to join them than to join Fengguo!"

"This is absurd! Your Majesty might be able to temporarily save your life by surrendering to the Park rebels, but the Fengtian army is so powerful that they won't stop even if they capture Ryugyong City. If they march south again and seize all of Goryeo, wouldn't Your Majesty suffer a second humiliation?"

"You are the one who is harming the country! Prince Feng only has 150,000 soldiers, and with the Khitan and Mohe at his rear, how dare he invade the southern border of Goryeo?"

The ministers below the stage were arguing fiercely, but the content of the argument was about surrendering to Fengtian and moving south. No one dared to fight a decisive battle with the Fengtian Army.

The military generals who usually showed off their might also kept silent.

The King of Goryeo saw all the officials' reactions and felt sad.

The ministers were able to surrender to Feng and Pu because they had a way out.

Whether it was King Bong or the Park family who took over Goryeo, they both needed people to govern, so they naturally would not kill all the ministers.

But he was the king of Goryeo, and a country did not need two kings. If he surrendered like this, even if he was not beheaded, he would be placed under house arrest for life.

At this moment, a voice exploded in everyone's ears:

"Shut up! You cowardly scholars, you dare to discuss military and national affairs?!"

Everyone looked back and saw Goryeo Prime Minister Wen Zaiyin walking out of the hall wearing a linen robe and holding his head high.

"Minister Wen." Everyone bowed hurriedly.

The moment King Goryeo saw Wen Zaiyin, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a backbone.

"Wenqing, I..." The King of Goryeo looked ashamed.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to say more. This is a critical moment for the survival of Goryeo. There is no need to mention the previous events."

Wen Zai Yin said sternly, "Ryu Jing still has 30,000 elite soldiers and 200,000 civilians. They still have the strength to fight. How can we surrender so soon?"

A minister looked embarrassed: "But the Fengtian Army has a magical weapon that can bring down thunder and lightning."

The power of artillery had long been known throughout the Goryeo court.

In addition, the Goryeo army suffered repeated defeats, and the Goryeo civil and military officials became increasingly afraid of this new type of firearm, even to the point of being terrified at the mere mention of it.

"So what? Are we going to destroy Goryeo's century-old foundation without even fighting a single battle?"

Wen Zaiyin dismissed the minister, turned to face the King of Goryeo, and bowed to him.

"Your Majesty, we are aware that Goryeo is still nominally a vassal state of Daqing, and his King Feng is also a vassal king of Daqing, and they are legally on the same level."

"Vasa states may attack each other, but destroying one another is absolutely unacceptable. If the prince insists on going his own way, how can the Daqing Emperor tolerate him?"

"I wish to go to Fengying and meet with the King of Feng. I will explain the pros and cons to him. If I can persuade him to withdraw his troops, Liujing will be spared from great disaster."

"It's just that... the Fengtian Army is unstoppable. I don't have the advantage. If we want peace, I'm afraid we'll have to cede some territory."

Upon hearing this, the King of Goryeo was overjoyed: "If King Feng is truly willing to cease hostilities and make peace, I will grant his consent, no matter how much it costs."

"In that case, I will go now."

Wen Zaiyin immediately changed into official uniform, took a dozen attendants with him, and left the city.

Before he could get close to the Fengtian Army, he was discovered by several scouts and captured.

After hearing Wen Zaiyin introduce himself, the Fengtian Army scout did not make things difficult for him, but took him into the Fengtian camp.

Li Che was looking at the inventory of supplies in the central camp when a personal guard suddenly announced outside the tent, "Your Highness, Scout Sergeant Ma Zhong requests an audience."

"Oh?" Li Che raised his head. "What's the matter?"

"While he was out on patrol, he captured a dozen Koreans and claimed to be Korean envoys."

Li Che smiled playfully when he heard this.

This kid Ma Zhong, is he really a divine detective general?

As for the Goryeo envoys, Li Che didn't take them seriously at all. He could tell with his ass that they were here to seek peace.

"Xuan."

"Here!"

Ma Zhong, along with a few scouts, escorted Wen Zaiyin into the tent.

Wen Zaiyin straightened his clothes and looked into the tent with a serious expression. Before he could see Li Che's face clearly, his heart suddenly tightened.

But he saw two tigers with hanging eyes crawling on the ground, yawning at him out of boredom.

Seeing the gaping bloody mouths, Wen Zaiyin had no doubt that they could bite off his head in one bite.

The followers behind him were so frightened that their legs were shaking, and some even had water stains on their pants.

Li Che sniffed, looked over, and said disdainfully: "Yingbu."

"I'm here." Ying Bu, carrying a sword on his back, flashed out from the side.

"Drag this pants-wetting bastard out of here before he pollutes the air."

"Here!"

Yingbu walked over, grabbed a Korean man, and carried him out of the tent like a chick.

Wen Zaiyin hesitated to speak and ultimately did not stop it.

Li Che's eyes also fell on him: "Who is coming?"

"Foreign minister, Goryeo Prime Minister Moon Jae-in, pays homage to King Daegyeong."

"Prime Minister?" Li Che raised his head in surprise. "They're actually sending a prime minister as an envoy. Does that mean Li Weiyou is really anxious?"

Yi Yiyou was the name of the King of Goryeo.

When Wen Zaiyin heard Li Che's words, he said calmly, "Prince Feng and my king are both vassal princes of Daqing. How can you address them by their names? This is disrespectful."

"It's okay." Li Che grinned, "Li Weiyu will soon be unable to take care of these things."

People are about to die, why should they care about their names?

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