"Stone, you really don't need to go. I just want to negotiate. I hope that through negotiation, the little prince can persuade the little prince to retreat, so as to avoid another swordsman and countless casualties. Isn't this going to war? I will definitely come back safely!" Soothing Stone Road, but the flushed stone, his eyes suddenly flashed with clarity, and he said loudly: "If you don't let me go, I won't live alone!"
Seeing this, Lu Bing knew that he would hurt Shishi's self-esteem if he persuaded him further, so he had to shut up.
From then on, it was clear that Lu Bing would go to the meeting.
Everyone sent Lu Bing, Shitou, and Huang Duxian to the gate of the camp. Tang Long tried again for the last time and persuaded: "Master Lu, the officer still said that, don’t go! The Mongolian behavior cannot be estimated by common sense. Our 30,000 people are enough. Block their army and they will retreat when our reinforcements arrive."
Lu Bing shook his head and said, "Master Tang, Lu went to talk to the little prince, let him put back the people of Daming from the villages he took, and persuade him to go back to the grassland."
Tang Long sighed and said, "Master Lu, if you negotiate with this kind of delusion, you will definitely end in disappointment. Why bother?"
Lu Bing also sighed and said, "I have seen too much blood on Lu's road. Even if it is only possible, I will try it and try my best to avoid bloodshed between the two races."
Seeing that persuasion was useless, Tang Long said in his heart: "Unexpectedly, Master Lu, who is thoughtful, has such a naive side."
Tang Long arched his hands and watched Li Jin and other five thousand riders escort Lu Bing and the other three to the Mongolian Camp. Then he went to line up his troops and waited.
Lu Bing and the others came three miles outside the Mongolian camp, and a small group of Mongolian cavalry greeted them, saying: "The Great Khan has orders, please dismount the messenger of Daming, and you can only bring the two guards agreed to enter the camp!"
Lu Bing was looking at the Mongolian camp, and he was already out of the sheath with his arrow on the bow, facing this side guard.
Lu Bing smiled and pulled the frontier, and Pian dismounted.
Li Jin bowed his hand to Lu Bing and said loudly: "Master Lu, the final admiral is here waiting for the adult to return. If there is no news from the lord in an hour, the final admiral will go in!"
Lu Bing understood that Li Jin was talking to the Mongols, smiled and nodded, carrying Huang Duxian with his hands on his back and the stone holding a big stick, and walked into the Mongolian camp with his head up and his chest high.
As soon as I walked into Daying, I saw a Mongolian man, holding a machete on his waist, looking at himself provocatively.
Then the Mongolian man raised his hand and didn't know what he was shouting. He saw the two rows of Mongolian soldiers around him, pulling out the scimitars, raising them high, and shouting together.
There were also archers, surrounded by them, with their bows full, and the sharp arrows pointed at Lu Bing far away, as if they were about to shoot Lu Bing and others into hedgehogs in the next moment.
The noon sun shines on the ground, but there is no warm feeling. The cold reflections flow on the knife edge and the arrow, and the murderous aura is instantly permeated.
Huang Duxian secretly guarded himself, hugged the tree trunk with both hands for the stone, squatted halfway, and stood in front of Lu Bing.
But Lu Bing looked at the surroundings and laughed out loud with a "poof".
Lu Bing stepped forward, patted the shoulder of the stone, and motioned for the stone to stand up straight, not to be nervous.
The Mongolian man who was sitting on the sidelines looked at Lu Bing coldly, and said in blunt Chinese: "The Han man, what are you laughing at? Are you scared?"
Lu Bing laughed and said, "My lord laughed, of course because it was funny. You put up this position to frighten me? This is how you Mongolians treat guests?"
The Mongolian man sneered and said, "You are not afraid that I will give you an order to chop you into mashed meat?"
Lu Bing laughed and said, "How can such an old-fashioned formation scare the official? If you want to kill the official, you don't have to put up such a position. Even the official thinks that if you put up such a position, it must not be yours. It's embarrassing to sweat profusely. I'm afraid it's your own opinion, right?"
The Mongolian man was furious and drew out his scimitar. Just then, a voice rang out: "Da Khan, please ask the envoy of Daming to enter the account for discussion!"
The Mongolian man listened, snorted, and angrily put the knife back into its sheath, turned and strode to the Mongolian army camp, the largest camp.
Lu Bing smiled and shook his head. Under the guidance of the sweaty waiter, he also came to the biggest tent, the little prince Arakkhan-Bodie's sweat tent.
Lu Bing took the stone and Huang Duxian into the sweat tent, sitting on a large Mongolian man with a big beard, wearing high riding boots and wearing a half-length bronze armor, staring at Lu Bing. Lu Bing knew in his heart that this popularity was so extraordinary that it must be the sweat of the Mongolian grasslands, the little princes Bodie and Arak Khan.
And the Mongolian man who was blocking outside just now was standing aside, angrily looking at Lu Bing and the others.
Ah Khan Bodi, seeing Lu Bing and the others come in, laughed and said, "Quickly please, Daming guest, please sit down and have a glass of kumiss."
Lu Bing looked complacent, and sat down under Arak Khan, and the waiter brought roasted meat, leg of lamb, and horse milk wine.
Huang Duxian and Shitou stood behind Lu Bing.
After Lu Bing sat down, the Mongolian man who was blocking outside gave a cold snort.
And Arak Khan glared at the Mongolian man when he heard the sound, then turned his head and smiled at Lu Bing and said, "Don't be offended by Master Lu, I said that he is stubborn and will not be disciplined."
Then Ah Khan did not wait for Lu Bing to be polite, and then he reprimanded me: "You also go sit down, drink some wine, eat some meat, quietly listen to Ben Khan and Lord Lu talking, and learn from the leader of Da Ming. How did it do it!"
Lu Bing heard the words and said with a smile: "Khan is wrong. There is only one leader in Daming, and that is the current sage. Unlike the Mongolian tribes, which have their own leaders."
I hummed and walked to the opposite of Lu Bing and sat down. After listening to Lu Bing's words, he slapped the table and shouted: "Bold, dare to say that sweating is wrong! If you dare to be disrespectful, I will cut your head. !"
Arak Khan yelled: "Shut up!" But he didn't rush to answer, Lu Bing sneered in his heart.
Lu Bing replied to me with a smile: "This is Dayan Khan, the leader of the Fengzhoutan Mongolian tribe, right? I have been famous for a long time, but when I saw it today, I was not as famous as meeting!"
I replied with a stiff neck, and choked: "It's the king, so you have heard of my fame! What do you mean by saying that being famous is not as good as meeting!"
"You are also a leader, but you are so ignorant. This is the imperial envoy of Daming. Now he is speaking to King Khan on behalf of Daming. You are a small leader of a tribe, a territory with a large palm, and a population of less than 10,000. The imperial population is not as good as my magistrate of Ming Dynasty, how can you speak here?" Lu Bingjian's eyebrows are erect, his eyebrows are red, and he shouted sharply!
I replied stunned, stunned at first. I have never seen such an arrogant Han, and dare to scold myself! Immediately he turned into furious again, jumped up, and drew his waist knife smoothly!