Taituoyinbuhua snorted again: "There is no treasure in front of the Mongolians that can be held forever, and there are also firearms in the north, and one day they will surpass Jiangnan."

Wu Qian did not answer. In his opinion, the unnecessary disputes were unnecessary. He would not be too aggressive and would really list the firearm hand-selling, but another thing must be too exhausted because of the unsweetened.

When walking through Nanzhuque Lane, Taituo and Yuelihuma saw teams of husbands running around in the alley, carrying large and small bags of straw bales on their shoulders. Some of the straw bales had broken corners, and fresh white rice was sprinkled out of the bags. On the way they fell, they were covered with grains of rice.

Wu Qian looked at Taituo Yinbuhua with a surprised look and hurriedly said, "Oh, the grain in the warehouse has been stored for too long. You always need to take it out and dry it, otherwise it will rot in the depths of the warehouse. Wouldn't it be a pity?" He shouted to the officer in the custody team: "Tell the porters to be careful, don't talk about the rice sprinkling on the road, you should know that the Mongolian soldiers outside the city have not yet eaten white rice!"

The escort officer responded with a slight smirk: "Get order!" He turned around and shouted to the husbands: "Did you all hear the senators? The Mongolian men outside the city can't afford to eat, so we can't waste food!"

The husbands laughed and said, "That's right! It's better to give the men a batch of moldy food in our warehouse, so as to avoid the men starving to death outside the city!"

Taituo was so unhappy that he was respected as a messenger of a great country. He only had to be careful and receive luxuriously wherever he went. The city guards dared to serve with all their hearts and strengths. He had seen such ridicule. He also understood that this was Zheng Yunming's plan, deliberately trying to let him know that the Southern Dynasties had sufficient food and strong capital to talk to the Mongols. Now it was just a demonstration and tentative gesture of each other. It was too hasty to start now.

He had a stern face and followed Wu Qian to the main gate of the commander's envoy. On the street, a hundred iron-clad personal soldiers stood in two rows, waiting for the envoy majestic.

These world's number one heavy armored warriors, Taituo Buhua, have never been observed at close range. Only when he saw the equipment of these iron armored warriors face to face today, he understood why the Badulu Army, which had been attacking the cities in the past, melted rapidly like the ice and snow in the sun. These Sinansi warriors with iron armor, were indeed wrapped in iron armor from head to toe. Even if Taituo Buhua himself, it would be difficult to come up with a way to kill such a fully armed enemy.

But he was not worried at all. The combat power of the Mongolian army was not only the Badulu Army. For the Southern Expedition Army, the guards of the Qiexue had basically never been involved in the battle except for a great loss before the war. He also heard that Hehan recruited 3,000 strong Asu people in the West Sea to serve as candidates for the Qiexue heavy infantry. These Asu people are not only proficient in equestrianism, but also first-class athletes in infantry battles. The Mongols were very confident in the duels of heavy armor infantry. The Mongolians were always most afraid of three things. The first was the complex waterways near the Yangtze River and its surroundings, the second was the increasingly sophisticated city-building techniques of the Song people, and the third was the increasingly fierce firearms.

The first two are too distant because they are not flowering. The owner of Tasi can find a way to resolve them, but the firearms are still in the same way, and there is no solution to this day.

Xu Yuanjie stood at the door with a hat and formal clothes in his official clothes. He had been waiting for a long time. He saw two Mongolian envoys coming, and stepped forward to salute him. He said, "The Commander and the Deputy Chief have been waiting for the two for a long time. Please come here."

He led the two people from the main gate to the vestibule and to the main hall of the General Office of the General Office. The civil and military officials of Xiangyang City, all the generals of all sizes were arranged in squads. On the middle of the mahogany chair, the commander of the Jinghu General Office of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kui, the commander of the Xiangyang Prefecture and the Jinghu Camp Field Envoy.

Taituo was moved in his heart, and stepped forward and bowed to Zhao Kui, saying loudly: "Where is Zheng Yunming? Without Zheng Yunming, what's the point of a peace talk?"

His words were really rude. Not only did he openly look down on the commander of Jinghu, who was in charge of the position of Jinghu, but he also mocked the commander of Jingue and E under him. This person was higher than Zheng Yunming in terms of official titles and was the real core leader of Jinghu in terms of position.

Wei Zugui, who was standing beside Zhao Kui, frowned and was about to pull out his waist knife and attack. Zhao Kui hurriedly winked at him and shouted loudly in the hall: "Where is Zheng Yunming? Why haven't you seen him come yet?"

Bai Yijie stood in the civil servant's queue, and could no longer remain silent at this time. He stood up and reported: "Commander Yang has already gone to invite him and will arrive in his youth."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud voice outside the hall saying, "Why do you need peace talks? There are soldiers and generals in my city, money and food, so there is no need for peace talks! As long as there is a Mongolian on the territory of the Song Dynasty, don't want me to have peace talks!"

Taituo frowned because Buhua frowned. Zheng Yunming's stance was so tough that the negotiation was destined to be extremely difficult from the beginning. Yueli Huma looked calm and did not look like she was facing difficulties at all.

Yang Xuansheng pulled the deputy governor of Jinge into the main hall. Zheng Yunming stood at Zhao Kui's head with anger on his face, not even sitting on the stool he brought, but stared at Taituo and Yuelihuma fiercely.

Zhao Kui was very polite and ordered the servants to sit in the guest seat and asked, "The King of Qu'er is willing to stop the troops. This is a blessing for hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the city. From then on, the two countries settle the borders and share peace. Isn't it a merit that will be praised for all generations? But I think Qu'er's peace is not unconditional, right?"

Seeing that his tone was gentle, Taituo stood up immediately, bowed his hand, and said loudly: "The King Quchu led 500,000 elite troops and besieged more than ten. This small city is just a small stone. It would be easy for the King Quchu to take it down."

Yuelihuma sighed in her heart. Although the Mongols have been in charge of negotiations and spreading messages for a long time before King Tasi, they are still stupid and don’t know what to do. Whenever there are peace talks between the two sides, they must first take a safe position. Then they gradually force their opponents to make concessions and extract enough benefits. The style of peace talks is naturally different, and some people like it and say first, but it is important to know that this kind of preemptive move must be on a stable position. Now, because they don’t want to open their mouths, they can take advantage of this opportunity to make a big fuss.

Zheng Yunming sneered and shouted: "Since Naqu has so many soldiers and generals, let him come to capture Xiangyang, and my 100-sect bronze general and I are waiting for him to come here!"

Taituo was blocked by Zheng Yunming in a dead end because he didn't miss a word. If he wanted to give in, the Song people would definitely be more and more aggressive. But if they turned against each other, they would just say something to each other and he would turn back, and would definitely be beaten by Tasi.

Just when he was very embarrassed, Yuelihuma said, "There is a proverb in my hometown that a good warrior dares to draw a sword. He only knows that he is a fool who draws a sword. Although the king of Qucao is as vast as the ocean, how can he not be injured when siege? Zheng Yehu blindly speaks bravely and loses his life when the city is broken. Is it good for Yehu? Sinan Sihan lost the city and the people, and it may not be of any benefit. Such a loss to all three families is really the lowest choice."

Zheng Yunming still looked cold, but he laughed in his heart. The official from the Western Regions circled around and finally put the topic on the important point. He asked slowly: "What should you do if you say?"

Yuelihuma's eyes shone slightly, and he said in an extremely sincere tone: "The Mongols have their own rules. Those who fight will fight, and those who make peace can make peace. As long as Zheng Yehu is willing to take out a sum of money, the King of Qufu can guarantee that all the 500,000 troops will be withdrawn overnight. Yehu's losses are only property, and he can always be repaid from the people, and protecting the lives of the city and hundreds of thousands of people is not an extremely suitable business?"

Although his opening was not very exquisite, he was finally straightforward. Zheng Yunming and Zhao Kui looked at each other, and Zhao Kui pretended to be careless and asked: "Since that's the case, what kind of price should Xiangyang produce a king to withdraw the army?"

Taituo was putting his hands in his arms, turned to look at Yuelihuma. Yuelihuma slowly nodded at him, and then took out the volume of the document that had been hidden on his body for a long time.

A personal guard took the document and presented it to Zhao Kui on the seat. Zhao Kui asked Zheng Yunming to come forward to watch it together.

The various requirements and conditions listed in Mongolia are clearly listed on the paper in Uighur and Chinese. These conditions are obviously planned by the Han generals and civil servants in the northern region, and then written in the Uighur characters and Chinese scripts that the Mongolians use. Although they only originated from primitive tribes on the grassland, the Mongolians' design of peace-making conditions is no less exquisite than that of the Han people who have been intrigued in the Central Plains for many years.

There are three main peace agreements.

The Song army withdrew from various fortresses outside Xiangyang because the defenders of these fortresses might attack when the Mongols retreated.

The reinforcements of the commander-in-chief Meng Gong, who advanced to the north of the Han River and east of Fancheng, must retreat thirty miles.

Xiangyang presented 200,000 pieces of silk, 2,000 taels of gold and silver, and 100 boys and women, as the purpose of the Mongolian army to not attack Xiangyang.

Zhao Kui reached out and handed the price offered by the Mongolians to the civil and military officials under the hall to circulate them one by one, and said with a sneer: "The King of Qu Chu regards Xiangyang as the Zhongdu City of the Jin Kingdom, right? I told the two of you clearly that even if you treat me, you can't bring out so much gold and silver!"
Chapter completed!