Father can be an enemy to the country

All the men from Naha's army were on horseback and holding bows. They gathered outside the north gate of the Fuheishan camp and shouted loudly, asking the Ming army to release them. He said something harsh, otherwise he would rush in.

Of course, if they were really allowed to charge, they wouldn't have the guts. The Fuheishan camp had been turned upside down in the past month in the hands of the Ming army. The northern camp wall is three feet high, with a moat below, above which horses can race, a parapet, and an urn at the camp gate. Even if the Ming army were to attack on their own, their heads would be as big as a fight, let alone the Mongols who had no siege equipment.

At this time, the top of Wengcheng made a rolling sound, and the suspension bridge was slowly lowered.

"Dataiji, now is a good opportunity to rush in!" Bu Lanxi saw this and said to Chahan, "Would you like to rush in?"

"You're like your mother!" Chahan scolded, "Do you know what an urn city is? There is a gate inside, and you will be caught in the urn if you go in."

"Oh..." Bu Lanxi shrank his neck and muttered: "Then why are we gathering here?"

"Do you understand the demonstration?" Chahan said angrily: "Put pressure on them to let them go!"

"They won't let go?"

"If you don't let us go, we will continue to put pressure... Where the hell are you talking so much?!" Chahan glared at Bulanxi fiercely.

At this time, the suspension bridge settled with a bang, and everyone saw Guantong leaving and returning, followed by Lao Ziguo from Bulanxi.

Behind the two of them, there was a Ming army convoy, driving a cart slowly out.

"Abu!" Bulanxi shouted and hurried forward to greet him. "Are you okay? I'm worried about you!"

Sure enough, when he followed Naha to and from the Ming army camp yesterday, he shook his head and said hello to Chahan: "Datai Ji."

"Pingzhang, where is my father? Why didn't he come out with you?" Chahan asked.

"Oh." Guo came to take a look at Guantong and replied, "The prince of Ming Dynasty is here. The prince is meeting with him and talking about some very important things. He will be back in a few days."

"What about the others?" Chahan asked with a frown.

"They also followed." Guo Lai replied: "Let me come and tell you that I'm safe first, so that you won't worry."

"Is my father really safe?" Chahan asked with a gloomy look.

"Of course, the Ming army relies on the Taiwei for many reasons, and it's not too late to protect him." Guantong said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, you can go in and see the Taiwei at any time."

"I'm not going." Chahan said flatly, "Who knows if there might be a trap inside?"

"As I said, you have already surrendered. What kind of trap did the Ming army set? Isn't it just taking off your pants and farting - unnecessary?" Guantong laughed.

"Then what is behind you?" Chahan looked a little nervous as he looked at the large cars one after another.

"Oh, this is the prince's reward for everyone." Guantong waved and asked the sergeant to push a carriage over, and lifted the cloth covering it, revealing a cart full of iron pots.

"Wow..." The tribesmen from Naha immediately opened their mouths, and their saliva was about to flow out. This is the iron pot they dream of!

After being trapped in the mountains for more than half a year, their pots have been broken. Now except for the princes and nobles, even the middle-level officers and leaders have no one to blame...

As for the majority of ordinary herdsmen, they haven’t seen this thing for many years. One can imagine how eager they are for a good pot!

"The prince heard about our difficulties and immediately ordered General Lan to donate all the iron pots in his camp for us to use first." Then Guantong loudly said to everyone: "But the iron pots in the camp are also limited. One family can’t share one pot, so three families will share one pot first.”

"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed loudly. Is it such a good thing that three families can get a share of the pot?

"So what price do we have to pay?" The pie falling from the sky was bigger than a millstone, so much so that they didn't dare to open their mouths to receive it.

"As I said, this is the prince's reward for you! It doesn't cost anything!" Guantong said loudly:

"Don't worry, Beiyuan is short of iron pots, but Ming Dynasty is not short of them. After that, you can just buy them at the border market, and it won't be a problem for the whole family to have one pot!"

After a pause, he continued: "Your Majesty also said that we should not just give you pot, but also give you twenty kilograms of rice and flour per head, as rations for your placement on the road."

"Wow..." A group of Mongolians pinched their thighs one after another to see if they were dreaming. They had not eaten rice since they left the Central Plains.

Even if they occasionally snatched some grain from the Han people, it was all divided up by the princes and nobles, and the middle and lower classes could not get a grain of rice at all.

"By the way, the prince heard that you generally have chronic indigestion, so he rewarded each of you with two taels of tea leaves." Unexpectedly, before it was over, Guantong gave Zhu Zhen a third gift.

"Wow..." The Mongolians were completely at a loss for words, that was tea!

On the grassland, tea is much more valuable than gold. If you ask the herdsmen whether they want 2 taels of gold or 2 taels of tea, they will definitely choose tea, not gold.

"My lord, is it true that everyone has it?" They looked forward to Guantong. Although Duke Guoguo has a high prestige among them, they still have to confirm it again to avoid being happy in vain.

"I have said it, everyone, regardless of age or age, has it!" Guantong said loudly: "When you pass the customs, you will pass by the army's granary. Everyone can receive the grain and tea I mentioned, but of course they can only receive one share. , so no one can go back!”

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be thankful if we have a share. How can we be so greedy?" The herdsmen nodded hurriedly: "Aren't they just beasts?"

"Okay, one representative from every three families." Guantong waved his hand and said, "Okay, come over and line up, and get the pot first!"

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The tribesmen in Naha put away their bows and arrows happily and began to discuss which three families should join together.

But not everyone is happy, for example, Chahan's face is so angry.

It's strange that he was happy. With Guantong's appearance, he took advantage of the power of the iron pot and drew two more big cakes, which directly took away the souls of the clan members. Who would care about him as a big lucky man?

But he also knew how crazy the tribesmen were for the iron pot, and he didn't dare to openly stop them from receiving the pot, so he called Guantong aside: "Come here."

Guantong came to him with a smile: "What are your orders from Dadaiji?"

"What do you mean? Stirring up trouble, right?" Chahan glared at him fiercely.

"Why did Dadaiji say this?" Guantong pretended to be puzzled.

"Don't think of me as a fool, you just want to use the iron pot to sway my father and son." Chahan said angrily: "So that you can take away all our men!"

"Haha, Dadai Jixiu wants to use the heart of a villain to seduce the belly of a gentleman," Guantong couldn't help laughing and said: "Our prince is not the prince of the grassland, so what use do you need your tribe?"

After a pause, he smiled again and said: "By the way, the prince also prepared a gift for Dadaiji. If you don't care about it, forget it."

"Uh..." Chahan suddenly felt like a trapped toad, unable to get angry.