Chapter 1254 - 309: Drill_3

Chapter 1254: Chapter 309: Drill_3

But this pre-war idleness,

gave Lord Zheng a great sense of emptiness.

So,

he came to the rear courtyard,

arriving at Liu Ruqing’s residence.

Because here,

no matter how large the void, it could be completely filled by a single call of "Uncle~".

However, to Lord Zheng’s disappointment, Xiong Liqing was actually in Liu Ruqing’s residence at this moment.

This made Lord Zheng somewhat hesitant,

standing at the courtyard entrance, he delayed his entry.

Just then, Xiao Yibo came over:

"My lord, that person said they want to see you."

That person referred to the wild people king. In this residence, only the wild people king could not be called directly by name.

Zheng Fan nodded and moved to another side of the rear courtyard.

After returning from a trip to Yanjing with Zheng Fan, the treatment of the wild people king improved significantly. He no longer lived in an underground chamber but had a room now.

However, inside this room, there was still an iron cage, but the wild people king was given a bed inside the cage, a tea table, and even a washbasin.

When Lord Zheng entered, the wild people king was sitting in front of the tea table reading a book.

The book was upside down.

Lord Zheng knew that the other did it on purpose to ridicule him, but he deliberately pretended not to notice.

"Have you eaten?" Lord Zheng asked.

The wild people king put down the book, smilingly replied, "In answer to Lord’s query, Little Dog has three meals a day, regular as clockwork."

"What do you want to see me for?" Zheng Fan sat down on a chair outside of the cage.

"Lord, Gouzi wants to discuss with you how to command my troops when they arrive."

"Troops, I haven’t seen them yet."

"The letter, since it has been sent, we should receive news in the next couple of days. Of this, please rest assured, my lord, if it wasn’t absolutely reliable, I wouldn’t dare to joke with my own head and your lordship."

"I’m very curious, you left only eight hundred men."

Eight hundred people, in the Snow Sea, are hardly considered anything.

"My lord, you may not know, but what those eight hundred men are guarding is a prison, a much larger prison than this place.

Back when I was a king in the Snow Sea, I made many tribes send their young chiefs to me as hostages, those people are still being held by my most loyal eight hundred men."

"Most loyal?"

"They won’t believe that I’m dead."

Zheng Fan shook his head.

"At least, their loyalty can last over ten years."

"But I don’t think those hostages can have much impact. Young chiefs can be born, and in some tribes, even the original chiefs may have died, replaced by new leaders."

"What you say is true, which is why your cooperation is needed. These hostages, in my hands, can only be exchanged for enough leverage if I am in Snow Sea myself. However, since I have handed them over to you, they can be properly negotiated."

"Troublesome."

"If my lord fears trouble, you could release Gouzi, let Gouzi handle it personally. At that time, not only can I raise thirty thousand wild people soldiers, but even calling together a hundred thousand, I am confident I can do it, for after all, I am your loyal Gouzi."

"Alright."

"Hmm?" The wild people king himself thought he heard wrong.

He had spoken casually.

"I can see you off on the road."

"......" Gou Moli.

Lord Zheng stood up, walked to the cage, looked at Gou Moli, and said word by word:

"I know, you’re still hiding things from me. The matter of the hundred warriors, you speak of it lightly, and I listen lightly, but when the time comes, if I don’t see thirty thousand wild people come, I will take your head to sacrifice to my army that is about to set off."

Gou Moli lowered his head and said, "Rest assured, my lord, I haven’t lived enough yet. Now I can live in a room with sunlight, and I hope to have my own courtyard someday."

"Heh."

Gou Moli prostrated,

smiling as he called out;

"My lord, I want to know what Gouzi can exchange for the lives of these thirty thousand wild people."

"Now, you want to negotiate with me?"

"Gouzi wouldn’t dare, it’s not negotiation, Gouzi has already thrown that shoe on the road, now Gouzi wants to hold a new shoe."

"Oh? Then I’m curious, what do you want?"

"Gouzi heard Mr. Bei say that now Snow Sea Pass has many trade caravans, and there will be even more in the future. These caravans need protection because Snow Sea Pass relies on them to produce goat milk later."

"Continue."

"Gouzi wants to request a position."

"What position?"

"Protector of Commerce at Snow Sea Pass."

...

At this moment,

about seventy miles north of Snow Sea Pass’s northern walls, a tribe of wild people with a population close to thirty thousand was migrating south.