As soon as Fang finished speaking, a gentle snorted from the side came from the side. It was heard by the elderly man from the Marine. A leader next to him carefully pulled him. I pretended not to see it and continued to smile at Daborong: "The battle between you and me was very tragic. Not to mention anything else, the Marine's archer was indeed amazing. The wounded people in our army were mostly caused by arrows. Even Fang was hit by more than ten arrows. If it weren't for Jia Jian's life, he wouldn't have the chance to sit here and talk and laugh with the leader."

Daborong didn't know whether to enlighten me or to be sad about the 20,000 people who were beaten by thousands of elite soldiers in the Tang Dynasty and were thrown away. He smiled bitterly for a long time but couldn't hold a word.

Sure enough, the old guy couldn't hold it anymore, so he shook off the hand of the person who was pulling him, and said loudly: "I Gusen would like to ask Lord Fang, if my Martial Warriors and the Tang Army were usually wearing heavy armor and holding good soldiers in their hands, I don't know what the chance of the Tang Dynasty wins in this battle?"

Da Borong on the side glared and shouted: "Gesen, don't be rude in front of the general of the Celestial Dynasty. This is the elder of my Sumo Martial Palace. His second son died in this war with the Celestial Dynasty. He was inevitably complaining in pain. I hope General Fang should not be surprised."

I shook my hand and signaled that it was okay, and said sincerely to the old Gesen who looked angry and said, "It's okay, I'm not so careful, hahaha, Uncle Gesen, your son is dead and you are sad. I can understand this, but what I don't understand is why the Tang Dynasty and your tribes have always lived in harmony with each other, and there are often exchanges between trade and trade. My Tang Dynasty pacified Liaodong in order to eliminate the Goguryeo people who oppressed you. Why do you think about helping the Goguryeo people and attacking my Tang Dynasty?"

Gesen was swallowed at once, looked at the leaders around him, and seemed to have gained recognition. Fang said to me: "What does the general mean? The Goguryeo people are bad. They take our cattle and sheep away, ask us to pay heavy taxes, and even rob our women. However, at least they will not drive us out of the land where we raised us. We have heard that you not only want to occupy this land, but also drive us all to the colder north."

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As soon as he asked this, everyone, the leader of the Martial Arts, looked at me and didn't say anything, as if he wanted to get an answer from me. At this moment, Zhao Kun and several guards walked in with ten jars of wine on their faces, put them on the edge of the couch, and then walked around behind me and stood up straight.

I picked up a jar of wine. Damn it, did Zhao Kun also have a string in his head? He didn't tear off the sealing paper of the disinfectant sticking on it, so he must have deliberately done so. Forget it, I don't have time to argue with him for the time being. These Liaodong barbarians don't know what Chinese characters are called. They have to scold him when they have time. This is simply a serious issue that exposes military intelligence and is a serious problem.

I slapped the seal mud with my palm and opened the plug at the mouth of the jar. A rich and scented wine fragrance suddenly spread out from the jar. The militars on the side had long lost their expressions of their enemies, and they all looked at the jar that was held in my arms with a greedy look. I almost dripped out my saliva. I was secretly proud. In the bitter and cold land in the north, human nature was generous. I could drink this strong wine, and I could drink nectar.

"Hahaha, come on, put a big bowl on the bitter and cold place in the north. This wine is definitely an indispensable item. This is a kiln in our army, and it is not allowed to drink until we celebrate the merits. We Han people have always said that: When friends come, there are good wines, and when jackals come, there are hunting rifles. You may not know my Tang Dynasty, so, well, drink first, Fang will fill you up for you." I originally wanted to speak, but when I saw these people, I gave up the idea of ​​talking now, and it would not be too late to use wine to hook them up before talking.

The six leaders of the Marines carefully picked up the wine bowl and looked at the wine that was clear and clear in the bowl. After a while, the Marines elder Gesen took a sip first, closed his eyes and pursed his lips. His face turned from the initial winks to an incomparable enjoyment. After a while, he sniffed a long sip of wine: "Okay! This wine is good, good wine! I'm burning this piece of my stomach until my stomach is hot, so comfortable, good wine!" Look, this is the adjective that a nation with a lack of language can use. If it falls into the mouth of a poet in our Tang Dynasty, it would be strange that it would not be possible to make a colorful article praising the physical and mental pleasure this wine brings to people.

After a bowl of wine of about two taels, all the expressions of the militars became more pleasant, at least they could see my sincerity from my words and my performance.

Daborong looked at me and filled him with the second bowl. He took a sip, smashed his mouth beautifully, and then drank it again.

He sighed, his eyes becoming a little resentful: "In the future, I don't know how to be able to have such a strong wine..."

"It's not easy? As long as you are willing to live in peace with my Tang Dynasty in Liaodong, I Tang Dynasty can regard you as a people of a country. Your delicacies, furs, cattle and sheep, and my Tang Dynasty can exchange them with fine wine and grain, as well as salt, iron and silk." I said casually.

"What?!" Bi Shi leaders who were happily savoring the spirits were stunned. One of them shook his hands and several drops of wine stains splashed out from the bowl.

"You are deceiving us!" The elder of Mary Gesen stood up and stared at me with a dark face. I said in surprise: "Why are you lying to you? Do you think what I said is false?"

"We don't know whether it is true or not, but you Han people are selling our land. Don't think that our Marines are so good at teasing. Let me tell you that some of our heroes have also been to Chang'an. You sell land everywhere, not only the Koreans, but also our land!" The great elder of Marine Gesen roared with a spitting star.

Aside, a young leader of the Martial Arts also stood up: "The Great Elder is right. If you don't want to take away our land, we will not help the Goguryeo people to oppose your Tang Dynasty!"

I sat on the couch, holding the wine bowl with a calm look. ***, I didn't really think of this, but this matter is not difficult to explain. For an outstanding time traveler with an IQ of negotiation that is definitely more than the upper limit of 200, I will never stump anyone at the negotiating table, and absolutely not!

"Hahahaha..." I laughed, holding the wine cup and pen was extremely relaxed, as if I had heard a huge joke. The elder of the Great Emperor of Marty who had just asked me was so arrogant that he couldn't help but wonder in his heart when he looked at my bright smile.

Several guys were peeking at each other, but they couldn't understand what mysterious I was playing with. I finally stopped laughing, picked up the wine cup and took a big sip of wine.

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"I want to ask you, where is the land of the Marines?" I sat cross-legged on the couch. "The hometown of our Marines is north of the Marines and the Changbai Mountain area." At this time, Da Borong, the leader of the Marines, spoke.

"I want to ask you, as long as you promise me a few small conditions, you will still live on your territory. My Tang Dynasty will never let you leave your home, and will regard you as my people of the Tang Dynasty." I pulled the corner of my mouth and said seriously.

"What are the conditions?" The Great Elder stared at me and said word by word.

I looked at him frankly: "First, you must agree to let my Tang Dynasty open some markets in Limoshui to facilitate our Han people to do business with you."

"Okay, we are still eager to find this. We can't even find the Han vendors." A leader next to him shouted excitedly, and the elder glared fiercely and shrank his head back.

"Second, we will draw out the places where you live as your reserved residence for your migrants to live for generations. Third..." My tongue burst into a lotus and threw out a lot of extremely tempting bait. Sure enough, their expressions became more and more eased, and they were even surprised. They could not even imagine that following the Tang Dynasty would be all good.

"...If some of you don't want to live in this bitter and cold place, it's fine. We will set a certain area for you to live in the Liaohe area. If you are willing to farm, we can send someone to teach you farming..."

The expression of the elder has changed, and it has become a bit of a scattering momentum: "Don't you steal our cattle and sheep?"

I rolled his eyes back: "Are you snatched by Tielite people? Are you snatched by Goguryeo? But are you snatched by Han people? Are you snatched by you warriors going north? Are you safe to walk east? Are you safe to walk west? Are you also not safe, but as long as they set foot on the land of the Han people, will their property be plundered?"
Chapter completed!