OBS Chapter 928 No More Fighting
Chapter 928 No More Fighting
"What kind of compensation do you want, dear Supreme Khan?"
"Didn't I just say that I wanted half of the Turkic territory? It was you who disagreed."
"How could I possibly agree to such a big deal? How about this, you ask for less?"
"No room for negotiation. I must have half of the Turkic territory. If you can't decide, then let Helu make the decision!"
"If you insist, I can only send a message to Helu Khan and let His Majesty make the decision!"
"Then go ahead, but I have to tell you, you have to hurry up, otherwise you know General Buzhen's character, and one day I might not be able to control him."
Li Wanshan was not polite and used Buzhen to suppress the British.
The Britannicans also knew that the current situation was different from before. If Bu really decided to attack them, they would only pay with their lives.
In the past, he thought that by gathering a large army, he could defeat Bu Zhen's Iron Harriers. It was not until the two armies faced off again that he realized that defeating the Iron Harriers was a joke.
Without the Golden Horde, it would be a pipe dream for the Turkic army to defeat the Iron Harriers.
Unless they entered the city for street fighting, the Iron Harriers were the world's most heavily armored cavalry. Anyone who tried to stop them during combat would only pay with their lives.
After taking a deep look at Buzhen, who was supposed to be his colleague, Keli Britain bowed and admitted defeat:
"I will return and send a message to His Majesty the Khan. A letter will arrive soon, and I will come back to negotiate with you then."
After saying this, he quickly left with his soldiers.
Even from a distance of more than ten meters, he could feel Bu Zhen's undisguised murderous aura.
The other party really decided to kill him, but because of Li Wanshan's face, he did not come over to chop him immediately.
After running more than twenty meters, he suddenly reined in his horse and looked back at Bu Zhen:
"In the past, I was forced to leave the Stone Kingdom, but I don't regret it. It's just a pity that I can no longer be brothers with you."
Bu Zhen slowly drew his sword, murderous intent spreading:
"If you don't get out of here, I promise I'll chop you to death!"
Back at the Khitan military camp in Makuli, Bu Zhen entered the tent angrily and poured a pot of cold tea into his mouth, which calmed his restless heart a little.
His hatred for the Jieli Britans and the Five Dulu Tribes had long been made public. As one of the most trusted generals of the late Jili Khan, he no longer wanted to negotiate.
"Don't be impatient."
Li Wanshan, who returned late, personally brought him a pot of cold tea.
"If revenge is all you have in your heart, you will definitely act impulsively in battle."
"And if you act impulsively, the possibility of defeat will be very, very high."
"We carry His Majesty's expectations on our shoulders. This heavy burden prevents us from acting rashly. I don't object to your desire for revenge. I just hope you can be more sober."
"Victory is at hand, why can't you endure a moment of anger?"
Bu Zhen finally calmed down, but he was still furious.
However, in order not to disappoint Li Cunxi's trust, he suppressed his anger and was ready to obey orders at any time to attack the Turkic army.
Jie Li Britain lived up to everyone's expectations. After returning to the military camp, he immediately sent people to Shiguo on horseback to report Li Wanshan's request for peace talks to Helu.
It took several days for the messenger to return to the Stone Kingdom.
Helu felt his scalp tingling when he received the envelope.
"That damn Li Wanshan, he actually asked for half of the Turkic territory!"
"Is he crazy?"
Endless anger was boiling in Helu's heart. As an absolutely warmongering leader of the Turks, he simply could not swallow this humiliation.
Just as he was about to give the order to resume the war with Khitan, Yu Zhou beside him suddenly coughed.
The cough brought Helu back to reality. He suppressed his anger and asked the messenger to go out and wait.
When the messenger went out, he knew that there was an important matter to be discussed inside, so he deliberately found a step far away and sat down to rest for a while.
In the reception room in the courtyard, Helu turned to Yu Zhou, who was exhausted but still counting the food supplies.
"Prime Minister, how did you stop me just now?"
Yu Zhou put down the pen in his hand and said helplessly:
"Your Majesty the Khan, do you think we can still fight?"
Helu was stimulated and screamed like a groundhog.
This shrill scream continued for a long time before he finally rolled his eyes and lay down.
His heart was broken by Yu Zhou's words.
But this is an indisputable fact. This matter is indeed true, and he must face the facts.
If the battle continues, the Tang army will tie up his hundreds of thousands of troops on the border, and Li Wanshan will defeat tens of thousands of troops under the command of the British from the west. By then, his Stone Kingdom will definitely be conquered.
Helu had no doubt at all whether the tens of thousands of British troops could defeat Li Wanshan's army.
There is no chance of winning at all!
Those who were able to delay Li Wanshan were considered to be merciful and did not immediately launch the final decisive battle.
"Are we simply going to give up our dignity and use our land in exchange for a chance to ceasefire?"
Helu asked a soul-searching question with a very ugly expression.
Even he himself could imagine how weak the Turks would become if half of their territory was given away.
If he really did that, he might as well not usurp the throne and become the Khan.
"If you really don't want to, then delay it."
"We can wait until the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty return with firsthand information about Li Cunxi's decision, and then we can arrange the next step."
"Anyway, we no longer have the right to choose. We can only be chosen by... fate!"
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The strategy of delaying has always been a very good choice. After Yuzhou proposed it, Helu immediately agreed to it.
He immediately sent a letter to Capricorn on the western front, asking Capricorn to delay time as much as possible.
When the letter was received by the British, Zhe Ke, who was in command of the remaining Turkic troops at the border between the Turks and the Tang Dynasty, finally received the messenger.
Looking at the messenger who came in covered in dust, the exhausted Zhe Ke could only do one thing, and that was to sigh.
The messenger and Zhe Ke looked at each other and could see that the other was tired.
"When should I send someone to take you there?"
Zhe Ke asked helplessly.
"Hurry up, I don't have much time to waste."
The messenger rubbed his eyebrows. He was really tired. He had come a long way and didn't even have a day to rest.
Now that they have arrived at the border, even if they want to rest, it depends on whether Daleha's army agrees. If he rests for a night and Daleha's army attacks them tomorrow, he will lose more than he gains.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll send someone to take you there right away."
……
Half an hour later, in the Tang army camp, Dalha sat in the position of commander, listening to the reports from his subordinates.
"What did you say? The Turkic envoy wants to see you?"
"Hahahaha, that's really funny."
"Then let's meet!"