Wuying Palace did not give a detailed explanation on how to negotiate, but just said that it would start to persuade surrender tomorrow. If you have any questions, go to the Central Army camp. Of course, the next day, it was estimated that Bai Minghe had already demolished the camp and started walking westward.

The next day at dawn, the white-famous crane set out one step earlier than Yu Qian.

It is not a simple matter to dispatch a large army. Bai Minghe only took away a part of the troops, with a combat power of 100,000, but in fact there are only more than 70,000 people. Bai Minghe picked up the weapons and took away the parts he could use. Then the rest needed to be sorted and packaged. Then Yu Qian's army probably took another whole day to set off.

The army was on the road, not like the TV was performed, and the general was riding a horse and walked in front.

The Baiming Crane team rode at the forefront with the pioneer vanguard and then the vanguard troops. The marching of more than 100,000 people alone was far beyond the Baiming Crane's ability. Fortunately, there were several veteran generals following them, and they were responsible for daily marching and other affairs.

The white-name crane is at the center of the team. In addition to infantry, there are also cavalry guarding the two wings on both sides.

And around, there were hundreds of scouts constantly exploring the way.

At Fan Liang, in the morning, Fan Liang, who was waiting for the enemy to come, counting the sand and playing even more boredly.

It was almost noon, and Fan Liang couldn't sit still: "Come here, bring the things I prepared, and go and meet the barbarians for a while!"

This is the ancient war. I was fighting to the death a moment ago, and it is very likely that I would sit together and drink. The soldiers would eat food in the war. They fought for the war. They did not have much noble sentiment. Besides, Fan Liang believed that the death hatred was the Wassad people, not the Turus people.

In a battle yesterday, I killed a lot of enemy troops, and at least reduced the opponent by 20,000 people.

Moreover, the Khan of Tulupan was also dead, and the most important thing was that Yesian's eldest son was also killed.

Therefore, Fan Liang did not hate the enemy in front of him. As Yu Qian said, the best general did not win many battles, but brought the soldiers back alive. Of course, only those who win the battle could bring people back alive. Fleeing without fighting would be subject to military law.

Three thousand people lined up, set up artillery, raised their muskets, and stopped about two miles in front of the tents in Turus.

This is not an attack formation, Fan Liang believes that the other party should be able to see it.

There was not enough wood here, and the other party didn't even stand up the camp. There were just circles of tents, and there was no fire in the camp until noon. Obviously, the general of the Ningxia Central Guard said nothing wrong, they did not have enough fuel.

"Call someone who can speak well, come and talk." A civil servant who understood Tulupanese from the Central Guard of Ningxia shouted.

Soon, the other party was also in the array, with 3,000 people.

Fan Liang walked forward alone, then walked to a position about 300 meters away from his subordinates, stopped, put the folding chair in his hand on the ground, and sat there carelessly.

Someone came out on the other side, but not just one person, but more than a dozen people.

One of the ones who understand Chinese said, "Han people. What are you going to do?"

Fan Liang clapped his hands, and more than a hundred soldiers carried the tables and chairs, with no surrounds and only the military tent. Then there were snacks, tea, followed by a few iron tubes, and then a bowl. After the arrangement, Fan Liang said to the clerk who was jogging over: "You sit aside and tell them. I will be planning to chat with them."

The clerk said a few words in Tulupan's language. The other party untied his waist and inserted it into the sandy land outside the tent.

"We have no leader. The Khan died, and the King was all dead. There was one of the few protectors alive, but they couldn't live today. We came from dozens of tribes of all sizes, and one of them sent more than three thousand troops here, and those who were less than three thousand were not counted. I was the one with the highest status in the king's tent. Thousands of people were long. Thousands of households!"

This was spoken in Chinese, and then he said it to the people around him in his own language.

Fan Liangxin said that this time it was really released. Zhu Qian was really worth it. They were all soldiers. Fan Liang believed that he might not have had such cruelty at that time. Of course, if he knew that he could exchange so many people for only one life, it would be worth it no matter how much he calculated. But who would have known before doing it?

At this moment, what Fan Liang was thinking about was the scenes of himself following Bai Minghe.

"Do you know the money?" Fan Liang asked a question that made everyone feel strange.

The other party replied: "I know, silver is a good thing."

"What can that one hundred taels of silver do? What do you think?" Fan Liang asked two questions in a row, but the other party did not answer immediately. Instead, more than a dozen people were discussing in a low voice. The clerk understood Tulupan's speech, but was definitely not very proficient. He couldn't understand it when he spoke too fast.

Fan Liang signaled that he didn't need to listen, there was no need to listen.

After a while, the other party replied: "Silver is a good thing, but silver is not very useful to ordinary people in our place. That thing is not eaten as food."

Fan Liang laughed a few times: "Come on, carry it up."

Some soldiers started moving things and started placing them next to the shed.

At this time, Fan Liang opened the steel barrels and poured some things from it to each person a bowl: "Come and try it. This is a good thing that only takes 20,000 miles south. I was a general of the Ming Dynasty, but there was also a direct Shangguan. I followed Lord Bai. My master called this thing pineapple."

Just hearing 20,000 miles is amazing enough.

The taste of this thing is even more amazing.

The number of pineapples soaked in rock sugar water is very small even in the army, because this thing is still in the trial production stage.

The Thousand Houses of Turus, representing the army, praised repeatedly. Although they had doubts about going south for 20,000 miles, they were sure that this was the first time they had seen such a thing.

The soldiers next to him had already arranged their things and retreated to the side. Fan Liang then said, "Did you see that there is food? One hundred taels of silver are worth so much food, how big is it. But the shipping fee is a bit high, so one hundred 30 stones. And those white linen, one hundred taels of silver can be exchanged for such a large pile."

There are piles of specialties from the Ming Dynasty. From porcelain, to silk, to grain, and even salt, tea, etc., they are all necessary items on the grassland.

"We don't understand!" After wandering around the piles of things, the one who was in charge spoke.

At this time, a commotion occurred in the Tulupan military camp, and countless shouts of scolding took a quarter of an hour to stabilize the military camp. In fact, Fan Liang didn't say anything, but these seemingly ordinary goods from the Ming Dynasty were precious items they dreamed of in Tulupan.

"My Lord Bai said a few words. The first sentence was to satisfy him. Any group of ordinary soldiers here is the annual reward. The second sentence is, if he is not satisfied, then no matter who it is, go to die."

This tone is different from the attitude of the Ming people speaking. It is domineering, but full of confidence.

"One soldier, one year?" The distance here is not far, and the two of them are not very small. But the other party asked these questions again. Fan Liang nodded: "That's right, a soldier can get any kind of goods equivalent to one hundred taels of silver every year, whether it is tea, salt, rice, cloth, or even women!"

"How is it..." the person in charge wanted to ask how to satisfy Mr. Bai.

Before he could finish his words, the military camp behind him was in chaos again, and tens of thousands of people rushed up regardless of the whip. However, Fan Liang sat there and did not move. He was not afraid because these people did not take weapons. He just waved his hand and signaled that the Ming army behind him should not move.

Not moving does not mean there is no response.

Three thousand people shouted in unison, and the Tulupan people stopped about thirty steps away from the tent, and more people rushed up behind them.

"In fact, we only have five days of dry food and only two days of water!" The head of Tulupan said: "The original plan was to take a day off today and fight for your life tomorrow, but the morale of the army was no longer stable. Too many people died yesterday, and if you defeated you, there was a Great Wall behind you."

Fan Liang nodded seriously, and the other party had already expressed his sincerity.

"So, can your Lord Bai be the master? Can you represent your emperor? We still have more than 120,000 people here. According to your Ming Dynasty algorithm every year, this is more than 2 million taels of silver. And then, how can you Lord Bai be satisfied?" When the other party asked a question, the ordinary soldiers behind him really achieved absolute silence.

"How can I be satisfied and to be honest, I don't know." Fan Liang's words almost made the entire Turus people go wild.

"However, I can ask Lord Bai. We, Lord Bai, used the thunder and lightning in the sky to transmit the sound of the Bayintu Gate from here to just a stick of incense. This is not the thunder and slowness in the sky, but the people here are too slow. If we, Lord Bai, can we make the decision, we have already authorized this!"

Believe it or not, Tulupan finally chose to believe it because they had no way out.

"I know that the Wasat people will raid the Ming Dynasty. But I don't know the route. But I am willing to bring 30,000 elite soldiers to help you deal with Yesen. Last night we all thought that he treated us as cannon fodder. If we die, after he attacks the Ming Dynasty, he may attack our home!"

Fan Liang nodded and quickly wrote a note. A soldier ran over and rode his horse back.

At this time, Bai Minghe was sitting in the carriage and was drowsy. The shaking made him feel a little dizzy. And he didn't sleep well last night, so he was about to take a rest in the carriage.

"Sir, General Fan Liang called and said that the Tulupanese people were willing to talk, but he was not sure what to do. The other party suggested that he could lead troops to attack the Wassar people, but he also asked how to satisfy you, sir." Wang Cheng approached the carriage.

Bai Minghe suddenly woke up, this is no trivial matter.

Sitting cross-legged in the carriage, he thought carefully for a while, then said, "Wrong, they were not asking how to satisfy me, but asking what kind of guarantee I could give them. That person costs 100 taels of silver, which is too empty. They have to listen to something real."

"How do you answer?" Wang Cheng asked again. (To be continued)

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