At the junction of Shenzhou and Qingzhou, on the rugged mountain road.

A carriage was galloping, and behind it was a dozen cavalrymen from Northern Mongolia.

What sat in the carriage was Shanpu, who failed to discuss peace.

"Oh, what should I say when I go back?" Shanpu sighed and looked depressed.

He abandoned the Great Zhou and chose the Northern Mongolian, on the one hand, because the officialdom of the Great Zhou was corrupt and the selection of officials was nepotism; on the other hand, he felt that the Northern Mongolian could destroy the Great Zhou.

But now, as Da Zhou is getting better and better, he can't go back even if he wants to.

When he returned to the Northern Mongolian military camp, if he reported Zhao Yan's three requests to Ergu, Ergu would inevitably be furious and his responsibility would definitely be the greatest.

Once he falls out of favor, as a great Zhou man, he will likely have a very difficult life for the rest of his life.

Shanpu lifted the curtains of the carriage and suddenly saw a wild lake in front of him. His eyes rolled and a bold idea suddenly appeared.

"Stop!" Shanpu shouted.

Wow!

The carriage stopped quickly.

Shanpu walked off the carriage and slowly walked towards the wild lake.

The soldiers were about to follow, Shanpu waved his hands at them and signaled to stand there.

The soldiers thought he was going to Xiaojie, so they stayed there.

Shanpu walked to the side of the Ye Lake, looked at the North Mongolian soldiers not far away, and murmured: I am only 200 meters away from them now. If I jumped into the lake now, I would not be in danger of my life.

In order not to be severely punished by Ergu, he had to use a bitter plan.

Shanpu lifted up his waist, let out a long sigh, and then suddenly said loudly: "Military Commander, I am incompetent, I am sorry to Beimeng!"

After saying that, Shanpu spread his legs and rushed towards the lake.

puff!

As several waves of water tumbling out, Shanpu jumped into the water as he wished.

"Liang, Liang is dead, am I going to die?"

The lake water at the end of April was still relatively cold. Shanpu regretted jumping into the water when he entered the water.

He developed a huge desire to survive, but he thought to himself, if he asked for help now or was slapping in the water, wouldn’t he have fallen into the water accidentally?

Immediately, his limbs remained motionless, and he could only hope that the soldiers would quickly fish them out.

The Northern Mongolian cavalry were chatting when they suddenly heard Shanpu shouting and jumped into the lake.

I have to say that these people reacted very quickly.

Almost instantly, two cavalrymen quickly took off their armor and then jumped into the lake.

But at this moment, Shanpu had already drank several sips of water and his consciousness was almost blurred.

Soon, Fan Pu was carried to the shore by two cavalrymen, and then first aid began.

Shanpu pretended to be sleeping for a moment, then after opening his eyes, he exaggeratedly and said with a frustration: "Why are you... why do you save me? I... I am a sinner from Beimeng, I... I'm sorry, Jun Shuai, I'm going to die!"

"Sir, you have done a great job as the number one strategist in our country!"

"Sir, don't commit suicide. Whether we fight or reconcile with the Great Zhou, we must decide whether to seize the military commander."

"Sir, the military commander said that in my Beimeng, you can get ten thousand cavalry by one person. Don't be too lazy to think about it!"

...

With the consolation of the soldiers, Shanpu wiped his tears and got on the carriage.

At night, Shanpu and others finally returned to the military camp.

And the anxious Ergu was already waiting in the military tent.

"Qi Bijun Commander, Lord Shanpu has been carried back!" a soldier reported.

"Let him in... carry him, why are he being carried back?" Ergu rushed out of the tent with a puzzled look on his face.

Outside the tent, two stretchers were carried over.

The first stretcher was Chidun's body. Ergu opened it and looked at it, and his face turned pale.

This is his favorite personal guard.

The second stretcher was carrying Shanpu. He caught a cold and covered him with a quilt, but he felt very embarrassed, so he covered his head with the quilt.

Ergu thought that both of them were loyal to the country, so he couldn't help but clenched his fists and roared: "Zhao Yan, you actually killed even the foreign envoys. I will die with you."

"Cough...cough..." Shanpu's weak cough came from the stretcher, and then he lifted the quilt himself.

Ergu was stunned and rushed to Shanpu in an instant.

At this time, a soldier, Shanpu's confidant, said with a grievance: "Military Commander, Lord Shanpu suffered all the grievances in the Great Zhou army camp. On his way back, he wanted to jump into the lake to commit suicide, but was rescued by us."

Ergu frowned tightly. Seeing this situation, he already understood that the negotiations must have been not very smooth.

"Let's talk to the tent!" Ergu turned back to the tent.

A moment later, the soldiers and counselors of the Northern Mongolian gathered together. Pushan was wearing a quilt and rancid, and began to tell his tragic experience with a look of grievance.

He had already prepared his words, first talking about his hard work and duty, then talking about the rudeness and cruelty of the Great Zhou, and finally gave the result.

"The little emperor of the Great Zhou said that if we don't sign these three unequal treaties within three days, he will be at the city!" Pushan said with a sad and angry look on his face, and the accident that happened to bite him on his tongue was said to be the conspiracy of the Great Zhou.

Ergu had a dark face and said nothing.

The first one of these three unequal treaties was returned to Qingzhou unconditionally, and he could still accept them. After all, Beimeng could no longer hold them, but he could not accept the second one for him to apologize. The third one was that Princess Nabuya would marry Zhao Yan with justification, and he could not accept them.

Especially the third one, he became angry when he thought that Zhao Yan’s seniority was one generation higher than him.

Ergu looked around and said, "You all tell me your opinion!"

"I think we must fight to the end with the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even if we lose, we can retreat to the Northern Meng, and there is no need to apologize to them."

"I think that a real man should be fine. These three treaties are all matters of face and have no substantial impact on our North Mongolian strength. We can protect the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. We can agree."

"Your Majesty, there was humiliation from Han Xin under the crotch in ancient times, and Fuchai, the King of Wu, was humiliated from the crotch. From the long-term view of our Beimeng, we should agree to this treaty. Now our Beimeng has no morale, and there is no need to lose the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. That is the foundation of our Beimeng!"

...

The strategists competed to speak, and most of them accepted the treaty.

Ergu frowned and didn't say anything.

In fact, he knew very well that accepting the treaty would be beneficial to Beimeng. After all, Gyeongju has been looted now, and Princess Nabuya has run away with Zhao Yan. As for the apology letter, just find a counselor to write it.

The only reason he didn't want to agree was that he couldn't swallow this breath and couldn't hold his face down.

He was dissatisfied and couldn't figure out why he was beaten like this.
Chapter completed!