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    Chapter 255 Tips Jamuka¡¯s request was simple but harsh. He asked Ding Chuan to only provide him with firearms on the Mongolian grassland. Other tribes, especially Temujin¡¯s Qiyan tribe, must not receive a single firearm.  Ding Chuan had expected Jamuhe¡¯s request, but when he heard Jamuhe say it himself, he pretended to be hesitant.  Anyone who is familiar with Ding Chuan knows that if Ding Chuan appears like this, either he is really in trouble or he has a big advantage to take advantage of.  What he is doing now is obviously the latter.  "Zamuka, although I am a member of King Xia, I came to the Mongolian grassland to make money. As long as you can give me a reasonable price, I can temporarily consider only supplying goods to you. According to the prince, you can become  Our only general agent on the Mongolian grassland." Ding Chuan finally said slowly after pondering.  "The price is not an issue. I can accept either thirty guan or forty guan each." Jamuka was overjoyed. As long as the King of Xia of Western Xia agreed to his terms, the unification of Mongolia would be just around the corner. As for Temujin, I am afraid he will never live again.  He won't be favored either.  "Landmines cost one hundred guns, and we can provide up to ten thousand. Hand grenades cost fifty thousand, and we can provide up to thirty thousand." Ding Chuan thought for a while before reporting the sky-high price.  "One hundred guan? But I heard that the land mines purchased by the Jin Kingdom were only 30 guan each? Didn't they buy it from you?" Jamuka was shocked by the price. One hundred guan, this is ten pieces of landmine.  The value of the war horse. Although he is the leader of the tribe, it is absolutely impossible for him to spend a million dollars to buy landmines.  "Jamuka, do you think our firearms can be bought with money? If I go to the begging department now, I'm afraid Temujin will happily agree even if it costs two hundred guan." Ding Chuan laughed.  road.  "Butbut I can't afford that much money." Jamuka was in a dilemma. For the Mongolians on the grasslands, money didn't mean much to them. Their wealth was the tribe's population and livestock. As for gold,  Silver does not reflect a person's wealth.  "It doesn't matter, just exchange war horses and slaves. Ten war horses or twenty slaves can be exchanged for one land mine. In addition, we can also give you credit in the early stage. Of course, the quantity cannot be too much. We can give you a thousand land mines on credit in advance.  You can get three thousand grenades on credit. Jamuka, you are my friend, you shouldn¡¯t be the one who refuses to pay back the debt, right?" Ding Chuan said with a smile. Although Jamuka is one of the few heroes on the grassland, he has now become a hero.  A lamb waiting to be slaughtered in Ding Chuan's eyes.  "Ding Chuan, you are truly a blessed general sent by the immortal heaven. As long as you exist, there will be no more opponents for me on the grassland." Jamukha was overjoyed. As long as King Xia can give him credit, it won't take long.  It only takes one battle to pay off all the debts.  Jamukha immediately decided to buy another thousand landmines and three thousand grenades from Dingchuan. Including what Dingchuan owed him on credit, Jamukha had two thousand landmines and six thousand grenades at once, and the price he had to pay was  Only 15,000 war horses, as well as all the gold and silver treasures of the tribe, and even the silverware he used for drinking were regarded as shopping money and fell into Ding Chuan's pocket.  In order to prevent Ding Chuan from changing his mind, Jamukha paid all the war horses and gold and silver treasures to Ding Chuan before receiving the mines and grenades.  The dozen or so carts of gold and silver treasures were not noticeable, but the fifteen thousand war horses would take a lot of trouble to transport back to the Black City without anyone noticing.  Although landmines and grenades are very powerful, if they are kept secret well, their power can be doubled. Therefore, in order for Ding Chuan to transport the horse back to the Black City smoothly, Jamuka personally went out and took two thousand tribesmen with him.  The soldiers cooperated with him, and Jamuka could also transport the mines and grenades back to his tribe.  With the cooperation of these authentic Mongolians, we tried to avoid crowded places along the way, and finally returned to the Black City smoothly after making a big circle.  Looking at the Black City from a distance, you can see the Dingguang Buddha standing in the center of the city. Jamukha had been to the Black City more than ten years ago. At that time, he and Temujin were still in peace, and the two of them were proud of the world together.  From time to time, they would also bring tribesmen and horses to Xixia to clear grass in the valley.  But now the black city gave him a completely different feeling. The huge Dingguang Buddha and the four huge Buddha hands extending from the corners of the city all shocked him.  "Brother Ding Chuan, I didn't expect that Black City would undergo such huge changes after not coming to Xixia for more than ten years." Riding on the horse, Jamuhe said to Ding Chuan beside him.  "This has only happened in recent years. Ever since the prince came to Black City, Black City has undergone earth-shaking changes. The people here will no longer suffer from hunger, and will no longer be unable to treat illnesses due to illness." Ding  Chuan said proudly, in fact, there are still many changes in Black City, and you can only feel them if you are truly immersed in them.  ¡°You will not suffer from hunger¡±?, there will be no illness that cannot be treated, this is simply a fairy-like life.  "Zamukha knew that Ding Chuan would definitely not lie to him. What means would be needed to allow the people to have enough to eat and seek medical treatment if they were sick? Although he also has hundreds of thousands of people under his command, every year due to hunger and  There were at least thousands of people who got sick and died. At that time, he could only watch helplessly, with no way to do anything. But he didn't expect that King Xia of Black City would do it, and within just ten years. If Jamuhe knew.  Han Zhongwei has only been in Black City for three years, so I wonder what he would think. ¡°Brother Ding Chuan, is that building about the same height as the Buddha a tower?  "Zhamukha pointed to Han Zhongwei's Houfu, no, it should be the Wangfu now, and asked. "Have you ever seen such a big tower?  This is our prince's palace, with a total of six floors. It is the tallest house in the Black City except Dingguang Buddha.  "Ding Chuan said proudly, apart from Dingguang Buddha, if we talk about buildings alone, the palace in Heicheng is probably the tallest house in the world. "Goddess of Immortality, is this true?  How can humans build such tall houses?  "Zhamuka looked at the royal palace in the distance and was amazed. He hadn't arrived at the Black City yet, but the Black City had already given him too many surprises. "Our prince is omnipotent.  "Ding Chuan said proudly, this is not only the pride of Han Zhongwei, but also the pride of their followers who have been following Han Zhongwei. "I must go to the top to see what the scenery is above.  "Zhamuka said suddenly. Now he is more eager than ever to see Han Zhongwei. In addition to wanting to see what kind of hero he is, he also wants to see the realm of climbing high and far from his roof.  "Zamuka, you can definitely see it, but now please restrain your men and follow the route I prescribed, otherwise they may step on landmines.  "When there were still about ten miles away from the Black City, Ding Chuan told Jamuka solemnly. "The Black City is the "capital" of Han Zhongwei. The security measures here are very strict. There are already people ten miles away from the Black City.  Secret whistle. If Ding Chuan had not sent someone to identify themselves, I am afraid that whether these two thousand Mongolians would still be alive depends on whether there is smoke from their ancestral graves. Jamuka has witnessed the power of landmines with his own eyes.  The city general was shocked that he had buried the mines ten miles away. He quickly called his generals and told them to restrain their troops and not let them run wild. Ding Chuan did not want the people of Zhamu Hehe to suffer such an unreasonable disaster.  Let his men be at the outermost edge of the entire team to ensure that Jamuka¡¯s men will not step on the mines. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t there a road ahead?  Why turn east?  "Zhamu could already see the Black City, but Ding Chuan suddenly ordered the team to turn eastward. According to his route, it was greatly deviating from the Black City. "The shortest route is not necessarily a flat road.  Close distance may be the path to death.  "Ding Chuan said with a smile. "It turns out that the front is covered with landmines. Oh my god, if anyone dares to attack the Black City, isn't it a waste of money to die?  "Jamukha exclaimed. He was a famous hero on the Mongolian grasslands. He immediately remembered it after thinking about it for a moment. "Although we went around for dozens of miles, we entered the city intact after all. The extra miles we walked were definitely  value.  "After an hour, Ding Chuan finally led Jamuka and his army to the city gate. Seeing the familiar city wall and the friendly guards, Ding Chuan's tense nerves finally began to relax. "Of course it's worth it, it's really worth it.  I want to see your King of Xia soon. He must be an amazing and amazing man.  "Jamuka is an outstanding commander. Not to mention walking dozens of miles more, he has no complaints even if he walks hundreds of miles more for the safety of his men. "You will see it soon, but we have to settle your men first.  And those war horses.  "Ding Chuan said with a smile. Jamuka's men and horses were placed in the newly built military camp to the east of Heicheng. In Heicheng, the recruitment system and the compulsory military system exist at the same time, but because Han Zhongwei's recruitment system was so good, Yeli, Heishan, Hei  Almost all the elite soldiers of the Water Tribe are under his command, and now the number of guards in Black City has increased to more than 20,000. But even so, the military camps in Black City are still free, especially the military camp on the east side.  There are five thousand men and horses, which can fully accommodate Jamuhe's two thousand and fifteen thousand horses. Now the war horses completely belong to Ding Chuan. After Jamuhe settled his men, he immediately asked Ding Chuan to see Xia.  King. Of course, Ding Chuan would not refuse Jamukha's request. As soon as he entered the palace, Jamukha's eyes were immediately attracted by the six-story main building.  He walked 3z all the way behind Ding Chuan and even touched it. He wanted to know what kind of material could support such a tall building, but until he reached the top floor, he had never seen Jamuhe made of cement.  Still haven't found the reason.; Under Ding Chuan¡¯s introduction, Jamuka met Han Zhongwei smoothly.  After seeing Han Zhongwei, Jamuka immediately put the exploration behind him and kept staring at Han Zhongwei closely.  Surprise, doubt, shock, fear, all kinds of complicated thoughts came to him.  Jamuka had fantasized about what King Xia would look like many times along the way, but he never expected that the real King Xia would be so young, and the childishness that had not faded could still be seen on his face.  But the perseverance and confidence in Han Zhongwei's eyes made Jamuka quickly forget his actual age. This was a prince with powerful power, and millions of people were under his rule.  And his army is composed of several members of his own tribe, and the firearms he invented can make those who offend him become angry.  "Yeah." Ding Chuan saw that Jamukha was in a daze, and he coughed lightly to pull him out of the shock.  "Zhamuhe, the chief of the Zatala Tribe of the Mongolian Plateau and a loyal friend of King Xia, pays homage to King Xia. May the God of Immortality bless you." Jamuhe naturally paid homage to Han Zhongwei as a subordinate.  "Jamuka, you are a warrior and an eagle on the grassland. I am very happy to see you." Han Zhongwei smiled. Now he has gradually become accustomed to using "my king" instead of the original "I", but this time  He was also forced out. In the seven northern states, everyone respects him from the bottom of their hearts. If he still doesn't pay attention to these details like in the past, no one who meets him will agree.  "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Jamukha was very happy to see Han Zhongwei think so highly of him.  "Jamukha, who do you think is most likely to unify the Mongolian grassland today?" Han Zhongwei smiled slightly. He had also heard of the name Jamukha in his previous life. He was a tragic figure, one of the most famous metaphors for He Shengliang.  That kind of, if there is no Temujin, maybe he will be the new Genghis Khan. Unfortunately, after meeting Temujin, he can only become a foil.  After Temujin proclaimed himself Khan eight years ago, the relationship between Jamuka and Temujin deteriorated rapidly. He already knew that Temujin was his biggest opponent in his life.  Especially after his brother was killed by Lemi, the elder of Temujin's officials, this contradiction became even more irreconcilable.  Seven years ago, Jamuka gathered 30,000 people from 13 tribes, including Taichiwu, to attack Temujin. Temujin also divided 30,000 men from each tribe into 13 wings to meet the Talan Baljuti. This is  Temujin's biggest defeat in his life.  Unfortunately, in order to lure the helpless Temujin out for a duel, Jamukha used oil to fry Temujin's captives. As a result, his men defected, and although Temujin was defeated, his strength was reduced because of this.  Big rise.  ¡°Besides me, it¡¯s Temujin from the Begging Department.¡± Jamukha hesitated for a moment and said with firm eyes.  Acknowledging the strength of an opponent is sometimes more valuable than being able to defeat the opponent. This is something that Jamuka gradually understood after experiencing the "Battle of Thirteen Wings".  Although Temujin had only been defeated by himself so far, Jamuka never felt happy every time he thought about it.  On the contrary, the thought of it filled him with sorrow.  At that time, he gathered thirteen tribes, but he did not unite the thirteen tribes into a rope, which gave Temujin an opportunity to take advantage of him.  If he was given another chance now, he believed that Temujin would have to spend the rest of his life in exile.  "Okay, very good." Han Zhongwei laughed loudly, but he sighed in his heart. It seems that it is not unreasonable for Temujin to become Genghis Khan. If Temujin were standing here, he would definitely say without hesitation,  Except for himself, no one can unify the entire Mongolia. This is not only a kind of momentum, but also a kind of strong self-confidence and indomitable determination.  "Your Majesty, I wonder when I can take away your firearms?" Jamuka was actually inspired by Han Zhongwei to have great ambitions. What he wants to do most now is to have a showdown with the Qiyan tribe. As long as he can deal with Temujin,  The Mongolian grassland has no rival.  "You can take them away at any time, but Jamuka, do you have any detailed ideas on how to use these firearms?" Han Zhongwei asked. Compared to Temujin, Han Zhongwei liked Jamuka more. He was not as big as Temujin.  Self-confidence, but also no ambition of Temujin.  In Jamuka's heart, perhaps unifying Mongolia was his biggest wish in this life, but what Temujin wanted was to conquer the world and trample the entire world under his hooves.  "This is not simple. I just need to lay the landmines in advance and invite Temujin to come out for a fight to the death. Two thousand landmines are enough to blow his soldiers to pieces," Jamukha said proudly.  "If you really think so, the outcome may be unpredictable." Han Zhongwei shook his head.  "Please give me some advice, Your Majesty?" Although Jamuka knew the power of firearms, he didn't have a good idea on how to unleash the power of these firearms. And the man in front of him not only invented extremely powerful landmines and grenades, but also counted them.  A few months ago, tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry were defeated in??'s subordinates, it is appropriate for him to guide them.  "Firearms are very powerful, but on the battlefield, in addition to the power of firearms, the loud sound of explosions is also a very sharp weapon. If used properly, two thousand landmines are enough to exert the power of five thousand landmines." Han Zhongwei smiled.  said with a smile.  "Yes, brother Ding Chuan was testing landmines in my tribe at that time. As a result, thousands of war horses in my tribe almost lost control. It seems that this matter cannot be rushed. You must first let your war horses adapt to these sounds." Zamu clicked.  He nodded, fully agreeing with Han Zhongwei's suggestion.  "Boys can be taught. When fighting, it is important to have the right time, place, and people. Temujin is such a shrewd man. Your tribe was originally weaker than him, and now you suddenly challenge him. Even a fool knows that you are well prepared. Just imagine being in such a situation.  Under such circumstances, will Temujin step into the trap you dug as you wish?" Han Zhongwei asked again.  "Temujin is extremely cunning and cunning. It is not easy to fool him. Moreover, he has many generals who are all true heroes on the grassland. It is almost impossible to make them wait for death." Jamuka's expression suddenly changed.  Pale, if Han Zhongwei hadn't reminded him in time, he might have been plotted by Temujin in his hot head, and then he would have lost everything in return.  "So you must let Temujin take the initiative to attack you, and you must not use firearms in the early stage. At the most critical moment, all firearms must be used together, so as to give Temujin a fatal blow." Han Zhongwei felt that Jamuka should live  During the Warring States Period, how could a war be fought without strategies?  The few moves he used on Jamukha, even if they could not kill Temujin, could at least make him lose his troops. With himself as the driving force behind the scenes, Temujin could only dream of unifying the Mongolian grassland again.  Only in the middle is possible. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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