Chapter 298: Hunting together and Zhang Jie arriving at Yanmen Pass

Yelu Yanxi looked at Qin Huizhi with interest, intending to see what his reaction would be,

but found that his eyes were clear, and facing such a dangerous situation where he could lose his life at any moment,

he had no fear at all, and a trace of love for talent rose in his heart.

He waved his hand at the angry guards and officials on the left and right: "Forget it, when two countries are at war, do not behead the envoy.

This Qin Huizhi is rude, but I, as the ruler of a great country, cannot be without measure."

"Your Majesty is as benevolent as Heaven!"

Xiao Fengxian and Xiao Wuna bowed in submission.

"Your Majesty is as benevolent as Heaven!"

The rest of the guards also sheathed their swords and sang praises to Emperor Tianzuo.

Having received a wave of praise from his subordinates, feeling satisfied,

and having put down a little of the failure to capture Yanmen Pass, Yelu Yanxi continued to focus his attention on this Qin Huizhi:

"Since you are an envoy, I don't know what the Gan Emperor wants to discuss with me?"

Xiao Wuna, Xiao Fengxian, and others also focused their attention on Qin Huizhi.

Compared to what etiquette to use to pay respects to Emperor Tianzuo, this kind of talk involving the will of the highest leaders of the two countries,

and which would have an important impact on the future of the hundreds of millions of people of the two countries, was the big matter.

"My master wishes to hunt with Your Majesty under the city of Datong, and decide the master of the world in one battle!"

Qin Huizhi's words were shocking; as soon as they came out, they were earth-shattering content.

"What? The Gan Emperor actually wants to hunt with me under the city of Datong?"

"Is he crazy?

Abandoning a strong city like Yanmen Pass, and instead wanting to fight us in the field?"

"This Gan Emperor, could it be that he has lost his mind? Does he think our Great Liao is as vulnerable as the Song Dynasty?"

As soon as Qin Huizhi's words came out, the civil and military officials of the Great Liao in the big tent were all shocked and whispered to each other.

"Could it be that the Gan Emperor sent you, this madman, to tease me?"

Yelu Yanxi heard this and stared fixedly at Qin Huizhi.

As Southerners with few cavalry, abandoning a strong city to fight them in the field was simply suicide!

The Great Song was able to block their Great Liao and sign the Chanyuan Alliance with them,

with both sides truce for a hundred years, relying on strong cities and fortresses.

Although he, as the Emperor of the Great Liao, didn't think much of the Gan Emperor as a Southerner,

he didn't think that the hero who could overthrow the Great Song would be a retard.

"My master has a letter here, Your Majesty can read it."

Facing Yelu Yanxi's questioning, Qin Huizhi held up a letter with both hands without haste.

"Someone, present it to me!"

Yelu Yanxi ordered impatiently; he wanted to see whether this was true or false.

Immediately, an attendant took the letter and presented it before him.

"Rustle, rustle."

As Yelu Yanxi flipped through the letter, the atmosphere in the big tent seemed to freeze.

From the Prime Minister Xiao Wuna, Prince of Lanling Xiao Fengxian, down to the many guards,

and palace people, none spoke, because they knew that the decision Yelu Yanxi would make next,

would determine the fate of the hundreds of millions of people of the two great countries, the Great Liao and the Great Gan.

Including their own fate!

When Qin Huizhi rushed to the Liao camp, Zhang Jie, who led the main force, also arrived at Yanmen Pass.

"This subject pays respects to Your Majesty! Long live, long live, long live the Emperor!"

The garrison general at the pass facing the south led his subordinates to pay respects to Zhang Jie, who had arrived with the army.

"How is it, what are the casualties this time?"

Zhang Jie didn't care about these cumbersome formalities and directly asked the question he cared about most.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, with the help of muskets, the Liao army could not cross the thunder pool by even a step!

We didn't even use the cannons, and we repelled their attack."

The garrison general reported with joy.

The other generals and soldiers behind him all had faces full of honor.

Even the soldiers who had been incorporated from the former Great Song were exceptionally happy:

When was it that the Great Liao iron cavalry, which made the Great Song talk about it with fear, became so vulnerable?

This Great Gan is just stronger than the Great Song!

"That is very good."

Hearing the good news he wanted, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Jie's face.

Although to achieve his goal of destroying the main force of the Liao army, opening Yanmen Pass directly,

letting the Liao army enter the pass, and then closing the door to beat the dog was undoubtedly the best choice.

But in this way, the commoners around Taiyuan would undoubtedly suffer severe war disasters.

Although he had become an emperor, he couldn't do what the Jiajing Emperor, the Emperor of Longevity,

the Emperor of Filial Piety, and the True Lord of Flying Origin did: "It's just one or two counties,

if they are flooded, let them be flooded. The Emperor's heart is filled with the nine provinces and ten thousand directions."

Even to solve the great enemy of the Liao Dynasty once and for all,

his three views cultivated before crossing over did not allow him to sacrifice the hundreds of thousands of commoners around Taiyuan.

Fortunately, he had power that transcended the era, so he didn't have to make a difficult choice between the two.

His idea was, he wanted it all!

He wanted to annihilate the main force of the Liao Dynasty, and he also wanted to preserve the commoners around Taiyuan.

Sending an envoy this time was for this matter.

Letting a part of his soldiers enter Yanmen Pass in batches and in an orderly manner,

and others set up camps on the spot, not allowing them to harass the commoners,

or forcibly occupy civilian houses or property, Zhang Jie looked into the distance toward the north:

"Everything is ready, now it depends on how well this lobbyist Qin Gui is lobbying."

Yes, Qin Huizhi, who talked eloquently in the Liao camp and was not afraid of Xiao Fengxian's intimidation, was none other than that Qin Gui who killed Yue Wu Mu,

spread through the ages, and left a bad name for ten thousand years—the treacherous prime minister and treacherous official of the ages.

Huizhi was his courtesy name.

When Zhang Jie broke into Bianliang, this guy had only passed the imperial examination for a few years,

and like his good friend Li Gang, he was still grinding out his qualifications in the Han Lin Academy,

bitterly waiting for a promotion to enter the Six Ministries or to be sent out as a local parent official.

And after seeing his colleague Li Gang hug Zhang Jie's thigh and soar into the sky, Qin Gui, this guy who was like the Duke of Yansheng,

a guy with no integrity, immediately knelt down under Zhang Jie's riding boots.

This time, the northern expedition to attack Liao needed a lobbyist to carry out such a dangerous task,

Zhang Jie brought him along, which could be considered making use of waste,

anyway, even if he was beheaded by the angry Emperor Tianzuo, he wouldn't feel heartache.

And Qin Gui's character, integrity, and so on, let's not talk about them for now.

After interviewing him once, Zhang Jie found that this guy really had talent,

he had his own opinions on governing the country, and he spoke exceptionally well,

it was no wonder he could eventually mix into the position of Prime Minister of the Southern Song,

in terms of power alone, he was even slightly better than the previous Cai Jing.

Such a tool man who looked easy to use and wouldn't feel heartache if he died,

Zhang Jie had already decided to use him to death, sending him wherever it was dangerous.

If it succeeded, it would be a happy ending for everyone; if he died, it would be considered revenge for the wrongly killed Yue Wu Mu of later generations.

Presumably Qin Gui, who was crazy about wanting to be promoted and get rich, wouldn't care himself, right?

If he had any opinions, Zhang Jie would use his sandbag-sized fists to make him bury all his opinions in his heart.

As long as he didn't say it out, wouldn't there be no opinions?

The former "Know-It-All" King's policy of "as long as you don't investigate, there won't be cases" called it professional~ ===== CHAPTER 299 =====