Ramashijam, who was already energetic, was now taken to the tent like a dead dog. Ramashijam knew that everything was over, his prominent status, noble status, Qiong Yao Jiawu and hundreds of servants, all of these lives would leave him. His future was dark, and there was no trace of color. He was brought into this tent that was not luxurious but had a huge area. In front of him was a Han man in strange clothes, looking at him.

"Have you asked something?" Zhang Youde moved his eyes away from Ramashjam and fell on Zhide.

Zhide Dao: "Sir, I asked, he is the third son of King Xunke, named Ramashjam. The country of Xunke is thousands of miles of fertile land, bordering East India in the south, and the north are the princes of Marathi. Their royal city is located in Salem, with as many as seven million people under their rule. King Xunke is one of the largest princes of Marathi. They had planned to invade East India this time. He also had two brothers, one of the dead and the other was Pandit." Zhide said simply and glared at Ramashjam fiercely: "The other little princes did not say it, but please rest assured, we will let him speak."

Zhang Youde waved his hand: "No need, even if you ask, you can't ask. Ask him how many princes and princes there are in India today."

The emperor's will is to occupy India's land as much as possible and eliminate all the old princes and princes blocking their feet. King Xunke's strength has exceeded Zhang Youde's imagination. A small prince has an army of nearly 300,000. Although there are many mobs, it should not be underestimated. What Zhang Youde wants to know is how many princes like King Xunke are there.

Zhidedao: "You don't have to ask him, you know one or two. Now there are four public kings of Marathi in India, among which King Xunke is the strongest. In addition, there are also several Bengal princes in the north of the Mongolian emperor."

Zhang Youde nodded and looked at Lassejam: "This person is here to take him to Nanjing first, maybe the emperor will be useful."

"Yes." Zhide nodded and called on several guards to take Ramashjam down.

Ramashjam couldn't understand the words. Seeing that several guards were about to drag him out, he thought it was the Han people who were going to kill someone to silence him. He couldn't help but struggle and whispered a few times: "Please don't kill me, I am one of the most nobles in the prince Xunke country. My father will exchange gold and silver for me..."

Zhang You glanced at Ramashjam and asked, "What is this person talking about?"

"Sir, please do not kill him. His father will pay him enough ransom." Tor replied with a serious expression.

Zhang Youde suddenly became active. A few years ago, he learned a lot of things with the emperor, such as selling prisoners...

"Oh? Ask him. How much silver is his father willing to pay him?" Zhang Youde was not a civil servant, but naturally he did not regard money as dung. The last time he went to Nanjing to attend a military parade, the emperor kept nagging about the lack of silver. Thinking of this, Youde's face couldn't help but show a hint of greed.

Tsai De asked in Indian language according to the words of the Governor. Ramashjam knew that the other party was moved. Although he was inevitably punished by his father after he went back, whether he could go back alive depends on his own land price. If it was low, maybe the other party was angry and dragged himself out and chopped him. But it could not be too high. He must be within the scope of his father's acceptance. He was silent for a moment and reported a number: "My father can use silver to pile up ten large houses in exchange for his son."

After De translated it, Zhang Youde couldn't help but get upset. It's not that he thought the money was too small. The main problem was that the prince's calculation method was too strange. Ten rooms? How big is ten rooms? What kind of silver is? But I think it was quite a lot. Zhang Youde pondered for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, let the prince write a letter. But who will send the letter?"

When the two armies were fighting, the other side was a barbarian. They must have no education. Although the barbarian son was in his own hands, they would chop people up if they were anxious. What's more, the Han army did not understand Indian dialect. Naturally, they had to communicate with people to do this.

"Sir, I'll go." Shi De recommended himself and said with his chest straight.

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King Xunke's camp was ten miles outside the capital of Xincheng. It was a fertile plain and a river passed by the side. Therefore, King Xunke set up camp here. From the early morning, defeated soldiers ran back to the camp from the east. These defeated soldiers naturally brought cruel news - a 150,000 army was defeated, with blood flowing for ten miles and a hundred miles of corpse.

King Xunke locked himself in the camp all day long, and the guards and several confidant generals were not allowed to enter. He first cursed the young son who was acting irritable, and then he couldn't help but worry about his young son.

When he got up, he didn't have many descendants, only three sons, and the only ones who died prematurely by Pandit and Ramashjam.

But when the sunset was setting, he still didn't see his youngest son coming back. King Xunke looked blue and black, and finally summoned the generals to discuss the matter before dinner. Now the elite troops in his hands have almost fought, so there is no need to rely on those Indian troops. From ancient times to the present, no prince has ever used Indian troops to win the war. What should he do next? He must make good ideas quickly. The longer the time delays, the more unfavorable it will be for him.

Pandit and several of the most powerful 1000-strong tents entered the tent. The 100-strong tents are just a title in India, or can be called an official title, which is equivalent to the dukes in Europe. However, on the surface, the titles are equal, but their respective fiefs are very different. Some are veritable "100-strong tents" who rule about 10,000 households, but some have a fief population of more than 40,000 to 50,000 households due to various factors. Most of the people who can enter the tent are the latter.

Pandit looked gloomy, and several ten thousand men were also frowning. Only half of the 250,000 troops were left now. The cavalry and Marati cavalry were almost wiped out. Life was not easy. Now the enemy is strong and we are weak. I can't say that the Han army will be killed. At that time, there will be no chance of running. Therefore, everyone knows that tonight's discussion is actually about how to protect oneself and retreat. Don't even think about this piece of fat in East India. As long as you keep the inherent territory, Shiva will be blessed.

"Pandit, I should follow your opinion.

"King Xunke has grown a lot in one day and sat dejectedly on the soft chair.

"Father..." Pandit was as if he was stuck in his throat, but he knew what to say. Will he ask his father to withdraw his troops now? But Ramashijam has not come back yet. Will his father say that he does not care about brotherhood? But if he does not retreat, it may be that the Han army will come after dawn. Although there are more than 100,000 local soldiers in the camp, they are all mobs, and even the Elephant Cavalry and Marati Cavalry cannot win. These local soldiers collapsed as soon as they attacked. He kept changing his mind, and finally chose to remain silent.

"King, the Han army is coming soon..." A ten thousand men stood up. He was not Pandit, so he didn't have so many concerns.

"Ramashijam hasn't returned yet?" King Sunk asked inexplicably.

"No." Diet replied.

Xunke nodded: "Let everyone be prepared and withdraw troops before dawn. Pandit, my only son, you lead some Warriors' Queen." King Xunke bit his only two syllables very heavily, and the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness.

"Yes, Father." Pandit naturally thought that his father's plan was now the only son of King Xunke. He was defeated in the battle a few days ago and his reputation plummeted. In addition, King Xunke suffered heavy losses this time. Even if he returned to the territory, his rule would be hit. The father asked him to gain the reputation of his family and let all the nobles know that the royal family had not declined, but he had accidentally sprained his leg.

"King." This time, the leader who stood up was the formerly spoken leader: "Some merchants had arrived in my territory. They told me that the Han people established a powerful empire in the East, and there were many countries around the empire. These countries were willing to become subordinates of the Han Empire. Their king claimed to be a vassal king, expressed surrender to the Han emperor, and paid a certain amount of tribute every year according to regulations, while the Han people guaranteed their royal power."

The words of the ten thousand men naturally mean something. He glanced at King Xunke and saw King Xunke's face as usual, then continued: "The Han Empire is too powerful, and if we continue to fight against the Han people, we may..."

King Xunke was a little confused at first, and when he arrived at the second half of the speech, he immediately understood what he meant: "What do you mean is that we will send envoys to express our surrender to the Han people?"

"Yes, if the Han people agreed to the king as a vassal, then perhaps Ramashjam would be able to come back."

King Xunke smiled bitterly: "We fight with them, they probably won't agree."

King Xunke was also moved by this condition. After all, he could not beat others. If he wanted to keep the throne, the only way was to pay tribute. Otherwise, if the Han people took revenge, even if he fled back to the territory, it would be useless. What's more, the youngest son Ramashjam is now very likely to be captured by the Han people. If Ramashjam can be safely returned, it would be better.

"King, no matter what, we always have to give it a try." Captain Wan smiled bitterly.

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Chapter completed!