Chapter 330: The Art of Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission?

"Report to the Emperor, yes, report to the Emperor."

Qin Gui disregarded etiquette, wiped the cold sweat that had seeped out on his forehead in the blink of an eye with his sleeve, and muttered to himself repeatedly.

Such a major event should be left to the Emperor to decide.

Whether the palace would add another consort, or whether the Emperor was not interested in this

Holy Duke State's Princess Jinzhi, had nothing to do with him.

However, according to the Emperor's previous style of not being picky, um, no,

it was his pragmatic style of doing things, he shouldn't refuse.

After all, this was Fang La's sincerity in wanting to surrender,

and it was also Great Gan's sincerity in wanting to accept the people of the Holy Duke State; it could be considered a mutually beneficial matter.

"The night is already deep; the envoy should rest in the city for the night, and send someone to report tomorrow."

Fang La, knowing that an envoy like Qin Gui could not make decisions for the Great Gan Son of Heaven, took out a pocket watch from his bosom to check the time and invited him.

Stroking the gilded, intricately carved pocket watch in his hand, which made his craftsmen marvel,

and sigh at their own inferiority, he also felt some emotion in his heart.

This object had flowed into Jiangnan from Liang Shan in the north, which was still the Great Song, through the Chai family's merchant fleet,

and was treasured by a Great Song official who had returned home to retire but was wealthy and unkind, self-proclaimed as noble and clean, but allowed his family to run rampant in the countryside,

and annexed tens of thousands of acres of land, and was finally seized by him as spoils of war.

The moment he saw this object and understood its function,

he saw its terrifying significance and huge military potential.

If such precise machinery could be manufactured, the sophistication of Great Gan's equipment and weapons

was probably far beyond the imagination of anyone who was not at the core of Great Gan.

Soldiers of one heart, a wise and martial commander, plus these exquisite weapons,

it was no wonder Great Gan could destroy the Great Song, which had occupied the Central Plains for a hundred years, in just a few months,

and then march north to destroy the Great Liao, which had oppressed the Central Plains dynasties for generations, made the Later Jin Emperor Shi Jingtang call himself the "Son Emperor,"

turned Song Taizong into the "Donkey Cart War God," and ultimately agreed to be a brotherly state with the Great Song.

This time, even the Great Liao Emperor had been captured by Great Gan,

and the Great Liao, this powerful dynasty, would not only perish but would inevitably fall into civil strife and decline.

And with the Gan Emperor Zhang Jie's style of doing things, he would certainly not give the Great Liao a chance to overcome the crisis and rise again.

No, this was the normal operation of almost every emperor with a normal IQ.

Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin's words were very correct: how can one allow others to snore beside one's bed?

This object was rumored to have been invented and promoted by the Gan Emperor himself. In short, he, Fang La, did not lose unjustly.

Although after learning about the Gan Emperor Zhang Jie's deeds, in the dead of night,

he often sighed, "Since there is a Yu, why must there be a Liang?" and sighed at why the heavens were so thin to him, Fang La,

but upon careful thought, bowing to such a hero who seemed to have descended from heaven was not so unacceptable.

"Oh, that's not necessary. I just need Marquis Fang to let me send someone to bring some things in,

and I will naturally be able to establish contact with Bianjing and my Lord."

Qin Gui, having recovered his calm, waved his hand and replied in a very light tone.

Fang La was instantly curious: "Hangzhou is more than a thousand miles from Bianjing;

how can you establish contact with the Gan Emperor in just one night? Does Great Gan have the art of thousand-mile sound transmission?"

"How could such an art exist?"

"Is this Envoy Qin trying to tease us?"

Deng Yuanjue and the others whispered in disbelief.

Although they had all joined the Manichaean Sect and believed in the Bright Venerable,

they had never obtained immortal arts such as thousand-mile sound transmission or flying through the sky.

These so-called spells were just made up by those witches and shamans to fool the common people.

Could a dignified Great Gan envoy believe such lies like those ignorant people?

Facing the questioning of the crowd, Qin Gui smiled calmly:

"It is said that hearing is false, seeing is believing. Why do you have such doubts?

After you see it later, you will know whether it is true or false."

Fang La was also piqued with interest, so he said directly:

"Envoy, go and call people in; no generals or soldiers are allowed to stop them."

"Holy Duke, no, absolutely not!"

Before Fang La's voice fell, Wang Yin, the Minister of War of the Holy Duke State, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

Since Great Gan's declaration, "No tax, heaven's punishment!" resounded in the north,

combined with the Great Song Qingzhou army camp that was blown into a large pit,

and the Bianjing city wall that was blown down, anyone in the world who was slightly well-informed

knew that Great Gan had a kind of bomb that was like heavenly thunder.

If the Gan envoy were allowed to transport enough bombs in,

it would not be impossible for all of their civil and military officials to be wiped out at once.

As for the fact that there was also the Great Gan envoy Qin Gui and a few attendants among them?

Being able to exchange the lives of an envoy and a few attendants for the lives of all the civil and military officials of their Holy Duke State,

plus Fang La, this Holy Duke, was simply the most cost-effective deal.

If the former Great Song officials knew about this, would they be celebrating?

Before, these envoys brought small boxes, but the ones behind would have to bring a box with a not-small volume.

With such volume and weight, if they were bombs,

they would be enough to send everyone in this government office to the west.

Uh, they believed in the Great Bright Venerable, so it should be sending them to see the Great Bright Venerable.

"Sigh, since we have already decided to surrender to Great Gan, why worry about these things?

Moreover, I believe that a hero like the Gan Emperor would not bother to do such a thing."

Although Wang Yin did not say it explicitly, Fang La understood his meaning immediately,

but he still waved his hand to stop Wang Yin's admonition.

Wang Yin thought carefully and seemed to think this made sense.

Although the Gan Emperor had directly blown up the Qingzhou army camp,

sending the generals above the rank of deputy general and the imperial envoy sent by the Great Song,

Gao Ren, the young master, to the west, it was during the Liang Shan uprising,

and using such a strategy to expand his advantage was understandable and beyond reproach.

But at this time, Great Gan was in an absolute upper hand, and it was the moment to cultivate prestige, emphasize power, and show the demeanor of a great nation.

If he used such underhanded means again, it would be too low and lose prestige.

You must know that this vast Jiangnan had more than just their Holy Duke State's insurgent army;

Great Gan couldn't possibly blow up all the insurgent army camps overnight, right?

"My Lord is a hero of the world and naturally would not do such a thing. Minister Wang is overthinking."

Qin Gui bowed toward the direction of Bianliang and said proudly.

With Great Gan's strength, pressing down squarely is the kingly way;

why would they need to use such underhanded means?

To put it bluntly, the mere Holy Duke State was not enough for Great Gan to use such means;

it would be about the same if it were the Great Liao during the time of the camel knight Yelu Deguang,

or the Great Song during the time of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin.

"I hope so."

Wang Yin nodded noncommittally.

How should I put it, even if the probability is very small, entrusting one's own safety to others' kindness

and cherishing of feathers is inherently irresponsible to one's own life. ===== CHAPTER 331 =====