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The Red and Black Warhorses felt incredibly fast, much quicker than Zhang Er and the others, likely because they were often used in battles.
If I am not mistaken, those Warhorses should come from the northeastern mountains. The harsh climate there has bred particularly strong and powerful Warhorses, which are also faster, giving them an advantage on the battlefield.
This is one of the reasons why the Jin Kingdom's Cavalry is undefeated; their horses run faster and are stronger, which naturally leads to victories.
Soon, dozens of Jin soldiers riding Warhorses were approaching Taiyuan City, only a few hundred meters away.
Their speed quickly slowed down as they gradually rode forward, intentionally reducing their pace.
The dozens of Jin soldiers on large horses wore grayish-yellow armor and showed signs of anxiety as they cautiously continued toward Taiyuan City.
Qin Feng and the others watched in surprise, wondering what these dozens of Jin soldiers were up to. With so few of them, an assault on the city seemed unlikely.
However, countless soldiers on Taiyuan City had already regarded them as enemies and were prepared for an attack.
On the continuous city walls, hundreds of longbows had been set up! Long arrows were already nocked and aimed at the Jin soldiers.
The arrows were all drawn back; with just a command, hundreds or even thousands of arrows would swiftly fly toward them, turning them into a beehive.
Zhang Bangchang thought that the Jin soldiers brought good news; perhaps the box one of them carried was a token of goodwill.
He said, "Do not shoot, do not shoot. They are definitely not here to attack the city. Wait until we confirm their intentions before taking action."
The hundreds of soldiers with longbows were still poised to fire but held their positions tightly without releasing their arrows.
The Jin soldiers a few hundred meters away mostly stopped advancing, instead observing intently as if assessing the situation above.
Only one was different; he rode a Black Warhorse and quickly approached Taiyuan City while carrying a large box.
He soon arrived within ten meters of the city wall and began speaking with the Song Dynasty soldiers below.
The Jin Bing was wearing gray-yellow armor, resembling the color of grass and trees, but the armor was also covered in thick fur, like that of a wild beast, which must have been very warm.
On his head, he wore a hat, also gray-yellow, adorned with long beast fur.
He said, "I am not here to fight you; I am simply following the general's orders to deliver something to your Peace Envoy. This box beneath me must be handed over to the Peace Envoy."
"This item must be opened by the Peace Envoy personally; you cannot open it. Once the Peace Envoy sees it, he will understand our general's intentions."
A few soldiers in red armor from the Song Army, wearing black hats, quickly ran over and took the large golden box from him.
This golden box looked somewhat familiar; it was carried by those who left not long ago. Why was it being sent back?
Initially thought to be very heavy, as it was filled with gold Silver, it felt much lighter than expected when lifted, weighing only a few pounds.
After handing over the box, the Jin Bing quickly urged his horse and turned to run back at a fast pace.
It felt like he was fleeing for his life, but the people below had no intention of killing him because Zhang Bangchang had given the order.
Soon, a soldier in red armor, with a Great Longsword hanging at his waist, hurriedly ran up to the city wall and handed the box to Zhang Bangchang.
Zhang Bangchang looked very pleased! Was this a matter of reciprocity? Had he sent a box of gold only to receive something in return?
This was indeed the first time; previously when he sent gold Silver, they never returned anything. This time they were surprisingly generous.
Upon closer inspection of the box, it seemed so familiar; wasn't it the one Zhang Er had taken over? It had actually been sent back.
Since the box had been returned, why hadn't he seen Zhang Er and the others? Had they not gathered all the information yet?
Regardless of that, since they were alive, they would surely return. He reached out and slowly opened the box.
The moment the box opened, a strange smell wafted out—a scent of blood.
The blood that had pooled at the mouth of the box flowed out in a gushing manner, resembling dripping water, which was quite frightening.
Of course, the box was opened, and instead of gold or silver, there was only a bloody head.
It had a pale red face; although it was stained with red blood, the areas that were not dyed remained snow white, as if it had been dead for a long time.
The two eyes were already closed, though "closed" might not be the right term, as the eyeballs were clearly gouged out, leaving behind two large red holes that were grotesque and terrifying.
Most of the face was stained red with blood, while a small portion remained white, creating an extremely hideous appearance.
Underneath the box was several centimeters of red blood, which seemed to have flowed down from the head, showcasing an extreme level of brutality.
This was indeed the head of Zhang Er, which had been severed from the neck. Even though it was buried in blood, one could still see numerous marks from chaotic slashes.
Zhang Bangchang's smile instantly froze, replaced by a sense of horror that was very eerie—smiling yet terrifying, terrifying yet somewhat amused.
Qin Feng and some soldiers from the surroundings looked on in terror at what appeared to be a normal box but contained a bloody head! It was truly horrifying.
These Jin people were indeed beasts; how could they treat the Song people so cruelly? They must not be let go.
A Black Armored General, wearing a black helmet, immediately led several soldiers down quickly to pursue the dozens of Jin soldiers who had delivered the head.
They had to be cut down; sending back a head like this was nothing short of humiliation!
The soldier holding the head was also extremely frightened, his hands trembling uncontrollably. This head was truly terrifying; could it really have been human?
He thought about throwing away the head but remembered General Wang Bin's teachings: never drop what you are holding, even if it is a bloody knife; you must continue to hold onto it.
Struggling to maintain composure, he dared not look at the bloody head and instead glanced sideways.
Zhang Bangchang's eerie face, with its terrifying smile, was truly frightening!
Tears streamed down as he collapsed to the ground, crying out loud.
It felt as if a loved one had died, and the pain was overwhelming.
“Zhang Er, you were my most trusted confidant! For over a decade, we traveled together, enduring hardships, and you never got the chance to enjoy the fruits of your labor. How could you die just like this? I was waiting to promote you to a fourth-rank official upon your return.”
“I’m sorry! It’s me, Zhang Bangchang, who has wronged you. Although I am greedy and lustful, I have always treated my confidants well, like brothers. You shouldn’t have died! It should have been me. I truly apologize to you.”
In a disheveled state, he didn’t care that he was a High Official; he just lay on the ground, crying heartbrokenly.
Qin Feng also felt some sadness and a sense of relief. If he had gone to the Negotiation with Zhang Bangchang, he might have met the same fate. He had truly escaped with his life.
Seeing his anguish, Qin Feng felt utterly heartbroken and tried to comfort him, urging him not to be so distressed. He should focus on the bigger picture and ensure that Zhang Bangchang received a proper burial.
The soldiers understood the implication and covered the bloody head securely, despite the gruesome sight of it.
From the outside, it looked magnificent and golden, resembling treasure, but inside was an unbearable sight of a severed head.
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