"Uh, He Jin?"
Upon seeing the reward, Lin Yi instantly regretted it and even felt like killing Tuoba Qingsong.
He's a prince, after all; this reward is just too outrageous.
Although there are 50,000 imperial guards, according to the introduction, these imperial guards are probably from the late Eastern Han, and the commander is He Jin. Their combat effectiveness is probably worrying. They may not even be as good as the 5,000 -First-to-Ascend Camp, and are probably similar to the Yellow Turban Army.
Then there's He Jin, who is nominally a Grand General, but in reality, his abilities are somewhat questionable.
There might be some, but they're definitely not very clever.
"Well, something's better than nothing!"
He sighed. It wasn't entirely without gain; at least the 50,000 Imperial Guards could be retrained and regain some fighting strength.
It was the title "The Bearing of a Formidable Hero" that caught Lin Yi's eye. This thing could actually intimidate enemies, making them fearful, and it could also intimidate subordinates, halving the chance of them betraying him. This was quite incredible.
For him, this was an absolute divine skill.
In summary, this battle was somewhat fruitful; not only did we recover supplies, but we also gained nearly 100,000 troops, making it definitely a worthwhile victory.
He took stock of his troops, which now numbered an astonishing 250,000. If the Yellow Turban Army were included, the total force would reach a terrifying 300,000.
Their strength is already comparable to that of the Northern Liang; it's time for them to have a Northern Barbarians.
Once the battle between Great Ning and the Northern Barbarians is over, it will be time for us to strike back when they're down. However, dealing with a nomadic people like the Northern Barbarians, conventional tactics are probably unreliable; we need to come up with a solution.
etc!
At this moment, he thought of a solution. With this solution, dealing with the Northern Barbarians would be much simpler, and he might even be able to gain some benefits.
Wow, this looks promising.
Forehead!
Tuoba Qingsong, who hadn't heard a response for a while, and seeing the fierce glint in Lin Yi's eyes, felt a chill run down his spine. Could Lin Yi be going back on his word and going to kill him?
He tentatively said, "Your Highness, the misunderstanding has now been cleared up. We have military duties to attend to, so we won't bother you any longer!"
There's no doubt about it; we have to run away now, or I feel like my life is in danger!
"Etc!"
Holy crap!
Tuoba Qingsong's face stiffened. Was this guy really going to go back on his word and prepare to kill him?
"Haha, Prince, don't be nervous!"
Seeing the fleeting fear in the other's eyes, Lin Yi smiled, like a wolf in sheep's clothing eyeing a little rabbit, and said in a low voice, "Third Prince, don't be in such a hurry. How about we discuss a business deal?"
Doing business?
Upon hearing this, Bu Tuoba Qingsong was dumbfounded. What was going on? Weren't they just talking about murder? How did it suddenly turn into business?
Even Gongsun Zan and Chen Dao were dumbfounded, feeling that they couldn't keep up with their lord's pace.
My lord was so murderous just now, how come he's so amiable now, even wanting to do business with the barbarians? This is all too sudden.
"What kind of business?" Tuoba Qingsong hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but probe.
Lin Yi glanced at him, but didn't keep him in suspense. He said directly, "I want a top-tier warhorse!"
puff!
Everyone was horrified. Unless the third prince was out of his mind, he would never do this deal. Acquiring this top-tier warhorse would only lead to them being used against the enemy; it was tantamount to aiding the enemy.
Forehead!
Tuoba Qingsong looked at Lin Yi with annoyance and said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, do you think that's possible? Even if I, Tuoba Qingsong, were willing to equip you with top-tier warhorses to fight my Northern Barbarians, my father would never agree!"
"What if we trade sweet potatoes and potatoes? These things can be grown in the Northern Barbarians, and you've probably heard about the yield per acre!" Lin Yi glanced at him and said meaningfully.
Sweet potatoes and potatoes!!!
"This..."
Upon hearing these two names, Tuoba Qingsong was slightly taken aback, but Tuoba Yu beside him couldn't help but stir. This was a product that could yield several thousand catties per mu, and it was said to be impervious to the cold.
He had previously sent people to steal the seeds multiple times, but all attempts failed. Now, Lin Yi had actually delivered himself to his doorstep.
He couldn't help but whisper, "Your Highness, these sweet potatoes and potatoes are said to be resistant to the cold, and their yield per mu (unit of land area) has reached over three thousand jin (unit of weight), which is quite astonishing. There shouldn't be any problem with promoting them throughout the entire prefecture."
If it's this thing, maybe it's worth replacing.
The Northern Barbarians barbarians have no shortage of anything, but they are damn short of food.
"A yield of over 3,000 jin per mu?"
Upon hearing this, Tuoba Qingsong's expression turned serious. If that was the case, then it was quite serious.
He glanced at Lin Yi and said in a deep voice, "This matter is too important. I need to consult with my father!" This matter is not something he can decide on his own; it concerns the future of the Northern Region Barbarians, so it is extremely important.
"Of course! I'll be waiting for your good news!" Lin Yi said with a smile.
Tuoba Qingsong paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Thank you, Your Highness. We'll take our leave now..."
After saying that, as if afraid that Lin Yi would change his mind, he immediately mounted his warhorse and rode away. The people around him did the same; they had been terrified just now, almost thinking they were going to die.
Watching the departing figure, Gongsun Zan gaped, then said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, are we just going to let him go like that? We had the chance to annihilate them completely; it's such a waste to let him go."
"News from the Net has arrived that Tuoba Wanli is personally leading an army of 200,000. Do you think I should just stop them from leaving and fight them to the death?" Lin Yi glanced at him and said irritably.
He wouldn't do something like that; wouldn't that just benefit Li Anlan?
Gongsun Zan suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's how it is."
Wang Yue, however, couldn't understand something and couldn't help but ask curiously, "My lord, why did you give them sweet potatoes and potatoes? These are divine things; you didn't even give them to Great Ning!"
He had spent so much manpower and resources to keep the potatoes a secret, and now his lord wanted to send them away, which he couldn't understand at all.
"Can you guess why?" Lin Yi said with a smile.
Wang Yue couldn't help but ponder. This sweet potato and potato were called divine seeds, which spoke volumes about their power. Yet, his lord was now giving them to the enemy, which was somewhat misleading.
Why is that?
Gongsun Zan, standing to the side, couldn't help but ponder this as well, and then guessed, "My lord, could it be that these sweet potatoes and potatoes have a special way of being eaten, and if eaten incorrectly, one will be poisoned and die?"
Holy crap!
Upon hearing this speculation, Wang Yue was stunned. Could it be that the Crown Prince really intended to poison the Northern Barbarians?
This sounds so eerie, it sends chills down my spine. Will we even dare to eat here anymore?