It was a pity that no matter how angry Zhang Shao was, he could not change reality.
Zhao Qingling's strategy was to make promises to the Hans, win them over, and give them generous gifts. This was the plan she had been carrying out all this time.
Hearing Zhao Qingling's words, Crown Prince Vatto laughed, and the lewd look in his eyes became even more intense.
A while later, the banquet ended, and Zhao Qingling walked out with two soldiers. Zhang Shao's face was still filled with dissatisfaction.
Zhao Qingling looked at Zhang Shao and bitterly smiled, "Brother Zhang, do you think that I'm always helping outsiders bully my own people? That I'm lowering the prestige of the Cloud Feather Army? "
Zhang Shao stiffly said, "I wouldn't dare."
Zhao Qingling said helplessly, "Brother Zhang, you don't know how expensive the rice is until you're in charge. Under General Zhao's leadership, your Heavenly Guards have indeed won every battle and defeated countless enemies, but this world isn't just about winning battles.
Your rations, horses, armor, and weapons all cost money. Every time you win a battle, you spend a lot of money. Furthermore, General Zhao has won every battle, but after fighting the various races of the grasslands for so many years, have we ever conquered a single city?
There are many things that can't be solved by fighting. " Zhao Qingling looked at Zhang Shao's frown and shook her head, "I know you're not convinced, but I'll just say one thing. The grasslands have Khantes, and the mountains to the north have Yinxi people. The other lands in the New World are occupied by the Newmen and Dongmu people. Not only that, but we also have three Provincial Governors and three other legions eyeing us covetously.
Adding on the pressure from the Imperial Court, our Cloud Feather Army is surrounded by enemies. If we're not careful, we might be wiped out. No matter how good the Sky Guards are at fighting, can they beat so many people? "
Seeing that Zhang Shao seemed to be convinced, Zhao Qingling continued, "Big brother Zhang, although I don't have the strength to truss up a chicken, I still want to contribute to father's great cause. This time, I went to the Hante race to win them over.
For this goal, I'll have to trouble you. These grassland barbarians haven't seen much of the world. If we can persuade them to join the League of Mercenaries with some words and treasures, it will save father a lot of effort. "
At this point, her eyes flashed with determination, and her face seemed to reveal a holy light. "Actually, before I left, I had already begged my father. If necessary, even if I have to sacrifice myself this time, I will complete the alliance."
"Miss … this … how can this be?" When Zhang Shao heard this, his eyes also revealed a look of shock. He suddenly reacted, "I heard that before you left, you knelt in front of Master Hou's study for a long time. Could it be …"
"Not bad." Zhao Qingling nodded, "If necessary, I will follow the 2nd King's Tent back to their main camp and marry King Hante. This way, after the marriage, the Hante Tribe will join the Great Alliance. I've finally contributed to my father's career.
Moreover, from now on, the border of the grasslands would also put down their weapons, and the people could finally live a few days of peace.
This is for the greater good. It's not a big deal for me to sacrifice my body for this. "
Mo Luodan, the king of the Hantes, who was known as the King of Heaven, was already 70 years old. Moreover, the environment of the grasslands and the rules of marriage were completely different from the Central Plains. Many times, father and son, grandfather and grandson would even share a wife.
Zhao Qingling's actions were basically pushing herself into a fire pit.
Hearing Zhao Qingling's words, Zhang Shao let out a deep breath and suddenly knelt on the ground. "Miss, if you marry the King of Hante, I am willing to serve you by your side and protect you on the plains."
Zhao Qingling immediately helped Zhang Shao up and shook her head, "How can I do that? With Brother Zhang's martial arts, fighting on the battlefield is the right way to go. Keeping him by my side is a waste of resources."
A few hours later, the two people returned to their tent and suddenly saw a number of cavalrymen suddenly charge in from the camp.
"What's wrong?"
"What's going on?"
Zhao Qingling looked at all of this, not knowing what to do. Soon, she found that all of the soldiers in the royal tent had started moving. It seemed that countless cavalrymen had gathered and were about to charge out.
After Zhao Qingling asked around, she found out that it was a small tribe called the Quettes who wanted to take advantage of the Hunter Tribe's hunt to kill the eldest prince of the Hunter Tribe.
The Quettes used to be a large tribe in the grassland, but during the rise of the Hantes, they were beaten to a pulp by the Hantes, and their blood flowed like rivers. Now, they were reduced to a very small tribe. However, they were still very brave and would often launch suicidal attacks against the Hante Tribe, making the Khantes incredibly annoyed.
Now, the movement of the royal tent army was that the First Prince was personally leading the troops to meet the enemy.
Hearing this, Zhao Qingling could not help but frown. The Barbarians of the grasslands were even more chaotic and unruly than she had thought. It was as if no matter what the situation was, they would immediately start a war.
Thinking about this, for the first time, she felt that perhaps using wealth and marriage to win over the Hante Tribe would not be as easy as she had thought.
Just as she was thinking about this, Crown Prince Vatto rode over on his horse and laughed. "Miss Zhao, my father is going to personally lead an army to exterminate those Quettes. Do you want to come with me to see the might of our warriors?"
"It would be my pleasure."
…
About half an hour later, Zhao Qingling and two soldiers followed behind Prince Vatto. In front of them, thousands of soldiers were engaged in a fierce battle. The Quettes, who were wearing mournful white clothes, couldn't hold on any longer under the charge of the Hantes.
The Quettes had about 2000 soldiers, but now, they were facing the Hante Tribe, who had also sent out 2000 soldiers. The difference in combat power was even more obvious.
Zhao Qingling glanced over and found that most of the Quettes' soldiers were thinner than the Hante Tribe's soldiers. They were completely different from the Hante Tribe's cavalrymen, who were full of muscles and had bright eyes. They were like big cats that had just woken up.
The cavalrymen passed by. Most of the time, the Hante Tribe's cavalrymen used swords and spears to easily cut down the Quettes' soldiers. It was clear that the Quettes' soldiers were far stronger in both physical and mental state.
Prince Vatto said proudly, "Miss Zhao, what do you think of my father's Gold Wolf Cavalry?"
"They're well trained and skilled in archery and horse riding. As expected of a tiger and wolf master." Seeing this, Zhao Qingling was even more grateful for her decision. Even if the elites of the four armies were more powerful, if the four armies continued to fight with the grasslands every year, countless soldiers and civilians would die.
"But this is nothing. The Quettes have a Totem Warrior, and he'll definitely come this time. However, my father brought three Totem Warriors this time. Look, they're about to attack!"
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