Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

The battle with Geril was fought without any suspense. By the time the throwing of gunpowder stopped, the camp on the other side of the river had been blown up beyond recognition.

Even though there were not many rebels who survived, they were all frightened by these strange weapons that fell from the sky.

Now let alone continue to march, they don't even have the courage to leave the trenches where they are hiding.

Yes, they dug trenches when they set up camp.

When the gunpowder was thrown last night, many people who acted swiftly jumped into the trenches and saved their lives. Otherwise, they might be wiped out overnight.

But even so, most of the [-] rebels brought by Geril were killed or injured.

Let alone attacking the royal court now, it is even doubtful whether they can return to their own tribe alive.

Song Qingyuan was sitting in the tent, drinking the hot meat porridge calmly.

He didn't stay outside all night like Wu Han, and he returned to the big tent when the explosion was about to end.

Seeing the person who raised the curtain and walked in, Song Qingyuan asked without raising his head, "Is it over?"

Wu Han nodded first, then realized that Song Qingyuan couldn't see his current actions, and quickly added: "Return to Your Highness, Yinshi is over in a moment. Look, should we send spies to investigate the situation."

Song Qingyuan snorted, and slowly took a handkerchief to press the non-existent soup stains around his mouth, and shook his head.

"No need, yesterday's explosion probably didn't kill Geryl, he will take the initiative to send a special envoy."

It was the first time for Wu Han to see Song Qingyuan's appearance, and he was not used to it. After a long time, he hummed in a daze, and choked out a sentence after a long while: "That's really a pity..."

The corner of Song Qingyuan's mouth curled up, barely revealing a smile.

"Throwing the gunpowder barrel all night last night, the people in the tribe should be frightened, right? The leader probably has a lot of things to do today."

The people may have been a little scared at first, but they got used to the sound of the explosion after almost an hour.

In the end, he could even fall asleep peacefully in the sound of the explosion.

Wu Han subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after seeing Song Qingyuan's unenthusiastic eyebrows, he nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, there are still many things in the tribe, so I will go to work first."

Hearing Song Qingyuan's answer, Wu Han quickly withdrew from the big tent.Turning his head, he saw Dan Renji who had been guarding the door for an unknown amount of time.

"His Royal Highness he..."

Wu Han wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to open them, so he closed his mouth resentfully.

Dan Renji looked at him, and soon understood the meaning in his eyes.

He leaned his head forward, glanced at Song Qingyuan who was resting with his eyes closed inside through the crack of the door, then stepped back slightly, pulled Wu Han who was still confused, and whispered in his ear: " Your Highness should be in a bad mood, if there is nothing too urgent, let His Highness be alone for a while."

Wu Han nodded first, then slapped his head as if he wanted to hear something.

"I said yesterday that His Highness should go back to the tent to rest first. His Highness is not like us rough people. His Highness must have been a little frightened by the scene like yesterday."

Dan Renji took a step back in disgust, thinking: Who is "we" with you? He Dan Renji has been the city lord for half a year, and he can no longer be on the same level as you, a vulgar person.

Besides, Your Highness is not what you think at all.

This gunpowder was invented and manufactured by His Highness himself.And in the royal court, who doesn't know that although His Highness never gets angry, he is the most difficult person to provoke.

Anyone who tried to harm them was defeated by His Highness.

How could such a person be afraid of yesterday's explosion.

As for why His Highness is in a bad mood, although Dan Renji has a vague idea, he doesn't know how to explain clearly to Wu Han, a man with well-developed limbs and no brains.

He had no choice but to drag him away from Song Qingyuan's big tent, while muttering: "Anyway, just don't let your Highness be disturbed."

Song Qingyuan, who had enjoyed the peace all day, finally waited for the special envoy sent by Gerile in the evening.

The special envoy's clothes were all in tatters, presumably Geryl was rushed over immediately after the explosion.

There was still mud on his face, which was in stark contrast to the refreshed crowd who watched the explosion all night and spent another day on the other side of the bank.

When the special envoy first met Song Qingyuan, he still wanted to find out what caused the astonishing explosion yesterday.

Dan Renji and the others on the side frowned, and before they had time to speak, Song Qingyuan, who was on the main seat, asked unhurriedly, "Why, wasn't the explosion last night enough? Do you want to try again?"

Cold sweat broke out on the special envoy's back.

Last night, as soon as the monsters that fell from the sky hit the ground, they made a loud "bang". Before they could react, they saw that everything around the thing was blown apart.

His camp was next to Geril, in the middle of the three camps.As soon as the explosion sounded, they hid in the deepest trench, so they did not receive any substantial damage.

But those corpses and severed limbs that were blown to pieces and could not be discerned like coke, as well as the scorched and smelly land... all of them deeply stimulated his nerves.

"If you don't want to, think about what to say and what not to say."

Song Qingyuan looked down at the special envoy standing in the middle, and added: "Anyway, I still have a lot of things thrown at you last night."

The special envoy swallowed, and stammered, replied: "Small... small... I understand."

Wu Qina at the side couldn't help but snort coldly.

He called himself "I" just now, but now he calls himself "little one". It's really soft.

Now that the gunpowder has blown up the rebels, the negotiation is much easier.

Of course, it was "easy" for Song Qingyuan's people. Surrounded by the crowd, Special Envoy Sanger, who was piercing him like ice cones with cold eyes, didn't think so.

"Want to retreat?" Song Qingyuan glanced at the special envoy who was about to cry, and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." The envoy's voice trembled.

"It's okay to retreat."

Song Qingyuan nodded tolerantly.

Just when the eyes of the room full of doubts or joy were focused on him, Song Qingyuan added unhurriedly: "But there are conditions."

"What conditions?"

The special envoy was so excited that he even forgot his identity, and subconsciously wanted to play Song Qingyuan's direction, "If the Sange tribe can satisfy it, we must do so."

"Go back to where you should be."

It's a pity that he hadn't taken a few steps before he was kicked away by Wu Han who stood up, and fell to his knees on the hard ground with a plop.

Song Qingyuan didn't seem to see the special envoy's miserable condition, so he said to himself: "What about those explosive things, you saw them yesterday, they are very powerful, right?"

The special envoy nodded in a daze, not knowing what Song Qingyuan meant.

In fact, not only the special envoy, but everyone here did not know what kind of medicine Song Qingyuan was selling in the gourd.

It's just that he didn't show it out of his unreserved trust in Song Qingyuan.

"Powerful things are naturally expensive to make. I sent so much to your camp yesterday, which is a lot of money. I wonder if Chief Geril likes it?"

Wu Qina at the side couldn't help it at first, and burst out laughing.

Their Highness is killing people and punishing them!

Fortunately, the one who came to negotiate today was not Geryl himself, who had just walked through the gate of hell. If he had been in person, he would have been so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.

Of course, it would have been better if he died directly in the explosion yesterday.

Not only Wu Qina, but also the people next to him were all trying to hold back their laughter.

Different from the overjoyed crowd, the special envoy's expression can be called very complicated, not only the resentment of being humiliated, but also the fear of the explosion.

"Hi... hi... like it." Finally, the special envoy opened his mouth with his head down.

Seeing this, Song Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction.

The special envoy swore that if he just blurted out "I don't like it", Song Qingyuan would definitely say "Since the leader doesn't like it, it must be because I haven't given you enough. If that's the case, I'll give you some more explosions tonight."

This person is simply terrible, why is he the one who was sent to negotiate?

The envoy began to doubt life.

"Since the leader likes it, let's settle the cost of yesterday's explosion." Song Qingyuan smiled warmly and spoke sincerely.

"What... is it?" The special envoy suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Of course it was the cost of the explosion last night. Didn't you say that your leader likes it very much?" Song Qingyuan took it for granted.

"But, but..."

The special envoy stammered "but" for a long time, but didn't know how to refute.

That their leader doesn't like explosions at all?

Or is it obvious that you invested so many explosive things yesterday and injured half of my soldiers, why do we have to pay?

……

He swore that if anyone in the room heard any of what he was thinking just now, then the remaining half of their soldiers' lives might not be saved.

After a long time, the special envoy still asked helplessly: "What is the fee, and how much does His Highness plan to ask for?"

While thinking, Song Qingyuan said, "A lot of copper and coal were used in the explosion. I remember that the leader of Gerile seems to have a lot of coal mines. Why don't we use 50 tons of coal to mortgage these expenses."

"50 tons!?" The special envoy exclaimed.

The Sanger tribe has coal mines, but the coal seams are not rich, not to mention how many years they need to mine the 50 tons of coal, even if the coal mines are hollowed out, there may not be so much coal!

"Your Highness, we really can't afford so much coal. I hope Your Highness will be tolerant."

The special envoy's begging Song Qingyuan just pretended he couldn't hear him. He first knocked on the table to signal the people below to shut up, and then said: "If you can't afford it, I can only blow up the Sanger tribe and send someone to dug."

It was obviously a threat, but Song Qingyuan said it with regret, as if he was very reluctant.

Frightened by the threat of "bombing up your tribe together", the special envoy immediately shut up.I didn't even care about begging for mercy, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, calm down! Your Highness, calm down! It's just that the amount of coal of 50 tons is too large, can you allow the little one to go back and report to our leader first?"

When he came, their leader was still dreaming of "they will be grateful to Dade if they retreat", but now they have to face the threat that even their own tribe may not be able to survive.

Not knowing how to punish himself, the special envoy was flustered.

Song Qingyuan was very tolerant, and nodded without thinking.

The author says:

I'm sorry, sorry, I'm late. I reorganized the outline yesterday and planned to go to work today to write it. I didn't expect to have a meeting all day, and I didn't have time to type when I got home.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!