Chapter 492

Ying Ying Zi Ye also rejected Han Xin's proposal.

Killing him was too wasteful; he had to be utilized in some way.

Prince Modu in history killed all of Touman's wife and children to become Chanyu.

Finally, through wretched development, he eventually unified the entire grassland.

This was also Prince Modu's brilliance; whether it was military talent or vision, it seemed enough to leave Maoshi several streets behind.

If Maoshi is released, will the two fight each other?

Who cares.

Anyway, exchanging Maoshi for some warhorses, letting him go back is not impossible.

Just don't know how much Touman is willing to pay for this youngest son.

Thinking of this, Ying Ying Zi Ye laughed.

"Killing him is truly a pity."

"The Great General is right, no matter what, he has to be utilized."

"Doesn't Great Qin lack warhorses? Why not exchange Maoshi for warhorses."

These words from Ying Ying Zi Ye made both Meng Tian and Han Xin's eyes light up.

This idea is good!

If Maoshi's weight in Touman's heart is heavy.

It is estimated that a lot of warhorses can be exchanged back.

Thinking of this, the two stared at Maoshi with burning eyes.

Just like looking at a peerless boutique.

This made Maoshi a bit unable to bear it.

The two's eyes were just like how he looked at Great Qin female slaves before.

He was very unaccustomed to this look.

But he had no choice, he could only force himself not to look at those contemptuous eyes.

"How many warhorses is your life worth?"

"You come and give me a price."

"If you can't satisfy me, you will never return to the Xiongnu region in this life."

"Don't you dare fool me, otherwise you will die in Great Qin."

Ying Ying Zi Ye smiled coldly, just like looking at livestock to be slaughtered at will.

Luo Huan heard this and was very happy; it seemed the opportunity had come.

He translated this word for word.

Maoshi, who had just heard this, was still a bit excited inside.

This counts as a successful gamble, there is salvation.

As long as there is something to talk about, it's still a good thing.

Although the price is that he needs his father to use warhorses to exchange for his life.

But how many warhorses will his father use to exchange for him to go back?

This stumped him; if they want warhorses, why not set the price themselves?

But they let him set the price, isn't this making things difficult for him?

No matter how much he sets the price, the other party will definitely continue to increase the price.

"Your Highness, the opportunity to survive has come, set the price quickly!"

"It was so hard for little one to fight for this one opportunity!"

"Only in this way can I return to the Xiongnu region!"

Luo Huan boasted, telling Maoshi to make a decision quickly.

Maoshi's face was a bit ugly, how many warhorses is he worth?

He had never encountered such a thing, how is he supposed to calculate this?

If he says too little, the other party definitely won't be willing.

If he says too much, his father won't be willing to give.

They Xiongnu have many horses, but it hasn't reached the point where everyone has one.

Horses are still a very scarce resource, all controlled by major tribes.

Ordinary herdsmen only have the share of grazing, wanting to own their own warhorse is not that simple.

"He let me set the price myself, asking me how many warhorses I am worth."

"How do you want me to set the price?"

"Why don't you do it?"

Maoshi's face was ugly, he really didn't know how to set the price.

No matter how he sets the price, the other party will be dissatisfied.

This is also the shrewdness of the other party.

Luo Huan was also stumped, he was too excited just now.

Now looking back, it really is like this.

"Your Highness, how many horses can Chanyu exchange for you?"

"Whether you can go back, maybe there is only this one chance."

Luo Huan was a bit worried, at this time his mood was also complex.

If such a good opportunity is missed, then there is really nothing to say.

"Your Highness, can you set a price?"

"The horses in the Xiongnu region are many, but the horses in Chanyu Touman's hands are not many."

Luo Huan looked at Ying Ying Zi Ye fawningly.

Ying Ying Zi Ye smiled and shook his head, not speaking.

Seeing Ying Ying Zi Ye like this, Luo Huan could only continue to look at Maoshi.

"Your Highness, say a number."

"Otherwise little one doesn't know how to negotiate with Great Qin."

Luo Huan smiled bitterly, he was really not suitable for negotiation.

"Ten thousand!"

Maoshi extended a finger and said hatefully.

"Ten thousand?"

"Is your life that cheap?"

"Only worth ten thousand horses?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye was disdainful, playing around? Too little.

Maoshi was choked by these words.

His life is cheap?

Who dares to say his life is cheap?

Before Maoshi could refute, Ying Ying Zi Ye's voice sounded again.

"One hundred thousand! Not one less!"

Maoshi jumped, furious and cursed: "One hundred thousand? Your grandfather, why don't you go rob?"

"What do you think I am doing now?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye sat on the prized steed, looking down at Maoshi.

"Even if you kill me, there won't be one hundred thousand warhorses, my father can't possibly use that many warhorses to exchange for me."

"At most fifty thousand, this is already the limit, if you don't agree, kill me!"

Maoshi closed his eyes in pain.

This fifty thousand is already the limit, his father might not even be willing to give fifty thousand.

That is, he himself has a little bit of stock, and he can't take out any more.

Ying Ying Zi Ye saw this, it seemed to be his limit.

"Then fifty thousand it is!"