Chapter 463: The Madness of the Northern Di

Latest website: "What should we do? What is to be done?" Zhao Heng paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

After a moment of panic, he stared into the Second Prince's eyes, "Did the Northern Di not put forward any conditions?"

The Second Prince shook his head again, "They said to wait until they capture the Emperor, then they will negotiate with Great Song."

Zhao Heng's face turned pale again, "Go again, and say that the annual tribute will be ten million taels of silver, and Great Song is willing to become a father-son state with the Northern Di, with the Northern Di as the father and Great Song as the son."

"Yes, Father Emperor, this son will order someone to go." The Second Prince turned to leave.

His current mood was the same as Zhao Heng's.

So many days had passed, the Imperial Court's army had not come, the powerful clans' armies had not come, and the Yan Wang's troops had also shown no movement.

Everyone in Xian City was plunged into despair.

Except for that stubborn fool Yang Feng, everyone wanted to make peace with the Northern Di.

As long as they could return to Jingshi, they would agree to any conditions the Northern Di people demanded.

"Emperor, are you not afraid of chilling the hearts of the late Emperors by doing this?" The Second Prince had only walked two steps when he saw a man covered in blood walk in.

It was none other than Yang Feng.

He had come to report on the war to Zhao Heng, but had not heard the conversation clearly.

Suddenly filled with resentment, he could not help but speak out.

Zhao Heng was shamed into anger, "Then you come up with a way to lift the siege of Xian City! You are just like them, you all want me to die at the hands of the Northern Di, don't you!"

"This subject has never had such thoughts, but for the Emperor to seek his own survival at the cost of bringing humiliation upon Great Song—is this how a sovereign should act? In this general's view, it would be better to let the Northern Di break the city and die with dignity," Yang Feng said loudly.

Given the current situation, even he was becoming increasingly pessimistic.

But even in death, he did not want to leave behind a name cursed for eternity.

"If the sovereign does not exist, how can the country survive?" Hearing this, Zhao Heng's entire body began to tremble violently, "Good, you Yang Feng, you have finally revealed your true colors. I tell you, I cannot die, and I will not die. Even if I have to give the entire Jiangbei to the Northern Di this time,

I am going back!"

"Emperor, you..." Yang Feng looked at Zhao Heng in disbelief.

At this moment, he felt as if he did not recognize this monarch.

In the past, Zhao Heng had always cared about his reputation, often thinking about leaving his name in history.

But now, in order to live, he was even willing to betray the territory of Great Song.

"Get out, get out!" Zhao Heng did not wait for Yang Feng to continue, jumping and shouting.

If it were not for the fact that he still had to rely on him to defend the city, he would have killed him right then.

Yang Feng lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, he stood up and slowly walked out of the Ma Family residence, appearing to have aged ten years in an instant.

Northern Di Great Camp.

Mule Hongzhen's tent was filled with laughter and joy.

"Great Khan, the Emperor of Great Song is afraid. Next time he will surely send someone again; when that happens, we will humiliate them once more," Tiemuta said loudly.

Mule Hongzhen nodded; the matter of the Black Iron Royal Tent had been proven true.

An entire Royal Tent had been almost destroyed just like that by the Yan Wang.

With such heavy losses, how could he easily make peace with Great Song?

"This dog Emperor of Great Song is truly cowardly and stingy. He wants to dismiss us with a mere five hundred taels of silver? Does he think Qinzhou and Yongzhou don't need to be ceded?" Mule Hongzhen looked toward the direction of Xian City.

"That's right, cede all the land south of Jiujiang to us, and perhaps we can spare his life," said Gesuri, who was the Great King of the North Wind Royal Tent.

"And the Yan Wang! Sa'erge died at the hands of the Yan Wang, Enke died at the hands of the Yan Wang, and Enke's father Kutu also died at the hands of the Yan Wang. The fall of three Great Kings must be repaid with the life of the Yan Wang," another Royal Tent Great King shouted; he was Tune, the Great King of the Red Fox Royal Tent.

"I have been keeping a tally of these debts for the Yan Wang, and I will make him pay," Mule Hongzhen said fiercely.

Then he added, "But your appetites are all too small. This time, what I want is the entire Great Song empire."

Thinking of something, he suddenly smiled, "But by now, Wulanba has likely already taken the head of the Yan Wang."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a troop of cavalry stopped outside the camp.

A cavalryman rushed into the Royal Tent and said sorrowfully, "Great Khan, it is a disaster! When Great King Wulanba went south, he encountered sea pirates. All one hundred thousand Northern Di soldiers were buried in the sea, and Great King Wulanba was captured by the sea pirates and has now been handed over to the Yan Wang."

"What!"

At this moment, the expressions of everyone in the camp changed.

Mule Hongzhen's face turned deathly pale, and his body swayed as if he were about to faint, but he forced himself to stay upright.

Wulanba was the son he admired the most.

How could he not be shocked? How could he not be furious?

"Nonsense! What sea pirates would dare to be enemies with our Northern Di?" Tiemuta grabbed the cavalryman by the collar and demanded.

Although he and Wulanba had always been competing in secret.

Wulanba was, after all, his younger brother.

And on the Grassland, he wanted to defeat Wulanba openly and honestly, not hope for Wulanba to fall into misfortune.

Therefore, he was just as furious as Mule Hongzhen.

"Great King, Great Khan, I also wish it were a lie, but the floating corpses on the sea cannot lie. Too many corpses of Northern Di soldiers have been discovered on the coast of Ningjin Dusi," the cavalryman said sorrowfully.

Mule Hongzhen seemed to lose all his strength at once.

The Black Iron Royal Tent had been severely crippled and would never recover, eventually having to be absorbed into other Royal Tents.

Now, Wulanba's Snow Wolf Royal Tent was also finished.

In the blink of an eye, the Northern Di had lost nearly two Royal Tents.

"Attack the city with all our might immediately! Do not wait for the Yan Wang anymore," Mule Hongzhen's face was like frost.

If he continued to wait, he did not know what other changes might occur in the east.

Now, he must immediately bring the Emperor of Great Song under his own control.

As long as this dog Emperor of Great Song is in his hands, he can manipulate Great Song and seize the initiative.

"Yes, Khan!" The Northern Di generals in the camp were all exceptionally furious at this moment.

After exiting the royal tent, they returned one after another to their respective camps, leading their soldiers to prepare for the siege.

No sooner had the generals left than another general entered the Khan Tent, "Khan, the Emperor of Great Song has sent people to negotiate peace again; they are right outside the camp."

"Kill them! Throw their heads back." Mule Hongzhen closed his eyes, his heart bleeding.

In all previous wars, apart from the time he lost the strength of two and a half royal tents during the western expedition against the Salaiman Empire.

In the last ten years, they, the Northern Di, had never suffered such heavy losses.

Such a massive loss had thoroughly enraged him.

Aside from capturing the Emperor of Great Song and killing Yan Wang, nothing could appease his anger.

The general acknowledged the order and turned to leave.

Immediately, three screams rang out.

Xian City.

The Second Prince was anxiously waiting for the peace negotiators to return when he saw three dark objects fly from the sky and land within the city walls.

These were the heads of three soldiers, thrown in by the Northern Di using a Stone Thrower.

Seeing the three blood-soaked heads, the Second Prince was so frightened he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Just as he was trembling and pointing at the heads, he suddenly heard what sounded like hundreds of Artillery pieces firing at once.

Immediately after, a roar of battle cries like a mountain collapsing and a sea churning erupted.