He led Yang Zai to the camp of King Gongchang. The guards did not dare to let Deng Ming wait for a long time. While someone rushed in to report, someone took Deng Ming and his party in.

At this time, Bai Wenxuan was discussing military affairs with the generals. He heard that the Sichuan army attacked the surrounding area of ​​Awa City and conquered several villages in succession, and eliminated thousands of Burmese troops, most of the Yunnan army thought that the Sichuan army had the intention to attack Wa City. Only Bai Wenxuan said that Deng Ming was going to withdraw his troops, and most of them were to make the Burmese army dare not pursue them and finally scared them. Bai Wenxuan always abides with the agreement with Deng Ming, and did not announce the orders of King Jin to the army. Today's military meeting was also discussed how the Yunnan army should fight together if the Sichuan army wanted to attack Wa City.

After Deng Ming arrived, many of the Yunnan generals who participated in the military meeting thought that Deng Ming was here to ask the Yunnan army to assist in the war, and most of them were not optimistic about this battle. Although the Yunnan army plundered a lot of money, if they could easily take down Wacheng, they would not think there were too many things. But Wacheng had 50,000 Myanmar's army, at least 100,000 strong men, and the street fighting was the number of people, while the Ming army had only more than 10,000 people. If several thousand people were lost in a melee, how would it end?

After seeing Deng Ming enter the door, a Bai Wenxuan general asked rashly: "Donald Baoguo wants to attack Wacheng?"

"That's the point." Deng Ming replied quickly.

The confused general wanted to persuade him when he heard this, but he heard Bai Wenxuan shouting angrily: "Where can you interrupt when the general speak?"

The general of the Western Camp was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that there was a Burmese envoy who followed Deng Ming. Of course, Deng Ming could not have gained his prestige in front of the enemy's envoy. Bai Wenxuan sternly scolded him because he was afraid that this unsightly guy would say something to him.

At this time, Yang Zai also walked into the door. Deng Ming smiled at Bai Wenxuan and said, "This person claims to be Mr. Yang, and I have never seen him before, so please ask General Bai to identify him."

"Master." Yang saw Bai Wenxuan in the middle at first sight and shouted happily: "It can be considered as seeing the Master again."

"Yang..." When Bai Wenxuan saw the person coming, he raised his hands and made a fist-holding action, but the action suddenly froze and slowly hangs down.

Just when Deng Ming felt strange, Bai Wenxuan coughed: "Is this Mr. Yang? It seems a bit like that. I can't remember it if I haven't seen him for a few years."

"Is the king joking?" Yang Zai was stunned for a moment, then screamed: "How come the king doesn't remember the official position?" Countless questions emerged from Yang Zai's heart, and he couldn't help thinking: "Is it because I've eaten too badly these days and no longer become a human being?"

Bai Wenxuan glanced at Deng Ming and looked at Yang Zai again: "I don't recognize you. By the way, what will you bring? Are you asking us to withdraw our troops again?"

"Master, I am indeed Yang Zai." Yang Zai felt even more inexplicable. Bai Wenxuan's attitude made him confused. The other party was not in a hurry to confirm his identity, but he was anxious to ask himself what decree he had brought. Bai Wenxuan's thinking was too jumpy, making Yang Zai unable to keep up. When Yang Zai shouted to reveal his identity, his mind was already in chaos: "What decree did I bring and whether I could recognize me? Do Yang Zai think it had something to do? Why would these two sentences be said together?"

Deng Ming next to him laughed silently. Only then did he remember that when he was tearing the imperial edict last time, his words were similar to today. Bai Wenxuan's current performance is probably the sequelae of the last "false edict".

"Mr. Yang's identity has nothing to do with the imperial edict he brought." Deng Ming held back his laughter and hurriedly said to Bai Wenxuan.

"Yes, it's okay." Yang Zai nodded in agreement, then began to be confused again, turned to look at Deng Ming: "Why does it matter?"

"Is it okay?" Bai Wenxuan was not answering Yang Zai, but confirmed to Deng Ming again that there are officers in the tent now, not that he and Deng Ming were standing on the platform last time. It would be not easy to repent if they admitted it.

"Does this really matter?" Yang Zai turned his head to Bai Wenxuan again, and he was completely confused.

"It doesn't matter." Deng Ming felt that the muscles on his face were almost cramping, and he wanted to rush over and laugh wildly, but unfortunately he couldn't do so. He could only answer Yang Zai seriously, and was also answering Bai Wenxuan.

"Well, this is indeed Mr. Yang." Bai Wenxuan relaxed his expression and walked over to meet Yang Zai intimately: "Mr. Ge and I have drunk so many wines, how could I not recognize Mr. Gong?"

With Bai Wenxuan taking the lead, other Yunnan generals also greeted Yang Zai: "Ge Lao."

Only the Burmese messenger brought by Deng Ming was gloomy. Last time he had seen Deng Ming tear up the imperial edict. This time, as a bystander, he quickly figured out the meaning of the set of mystery Deng Ming and Bai Wenxuan.

"The Burmese people have agreed to return the emperor, the cabinet, the nobles, the imperial guards, and their families." Deng Ming said loudly.

The generals in the camp were stunned. Did the Burmese completely lose their fighting spirit just because of the Sichuan Army's short-term attack in the past two days?

"And we will leave Myanmar after receiving the emperor," Deng Ming continued. When the Burmese envoy made this request just now, Deng Ming laughed a few times, saying that this was the initial condition of the Ming army. If Myanmar honestly handed over the people early, then eight Mos would not be lost: "But the Burmese people don't know that we are a country of etiquette, for fear that we will regret it, and they will not leave after receiving the emperor. Therefore, the Burmese people hope that we will withdraw our troops first and then release them."

Everyone, including Bai Wenxuan, stared at Deng Ming, who was making a fuss. Even the simplest-minded guy in the camp, didn't believe that Myanmar would release people after the Ming army withdrew.

"This is of course an insult to my dignified dynasty, but Myanmar is a foreigner. I think we can have a lot of adults and don't care about them. My counter-suggestion is: for the sake of finally letting Yang Ge Lao out today, we will not attack the city tomorrow; if the Wa City begins to release people the day after tomorrow, we will continue to cease fire, when will the Imperial Guards and their families be released, and when will we retreat fifty miles; then there are the Censors and the attendants (including Wen Anzhi's sons). After receiving these people, we will start to retreat to Bamo, and when we arrive after Bamo, the Burmese will release the Ge Lao Monk - we will continue to retreat to Tengchong and station on the border until we see the emperor."

Bai Wenxuan looked at the Burmese envoy coldly when he heard this, without commenting, but he felt that Deng Ming was scheming, so he didn't need to point it out by himself.

"In addition, I also ask the Burmese King to compensate our army for the military expenditure and food for the troops sent. If he agreed to our conditions early, then we would not have to enter the country. The military expenditure of the eight thousand Sichuan soldiers, well, totaling one million taels of gold." Deng Ming asked Bai Wenxuan after he said that: "How much is the military expenditure of the Yunnan Army this time?"

Without waiting for Bai Wenxuan to answer, Deng Ming looked at Di Sanxi again: "How much did the Jianchang Army spend this time?"

Di Sanxi only brought a team of cavalry, and the rest were auxiliary soldiers who carried food, and they also made a fortune. He heard Deng Ming say one million taels of gold, and he thought about it: "Admiral Deng has two thousand warriors, and I don't even have one tenth of his soldiers. What about 100,000? It's not considered taking advantage of Admiral Deng, right?"

"Eighty thousand taels of gold." Di Sanxi opened his mouth and said his number.

"A hundred cavalrymen came, and each person spent 800 taels of gold on average. Good guy, they all use golden saddles, silver hooves, right?" Deng Ming had such an idea in his mind after hearing this number.

"Why would it be so small?" Deng Ming said dissatisfiedly: "The King of Qingyang has spent so little money? You don't have to save money for King Myanmar! That's it, I'll serve the King of Qingyang for this matter, 250,000 taels of gold."

Now Bai Wenxuan also understood that Deng Ming had to ask for one million people for 8,000 people, Di Sanxi and two thousand people, he asked for two hundred thousand people for Jianchang, and then he had to ask for ten thousand people for himself...

"One million taels." Bai Wenxuan decided to be polite to Deng Ming.

"One,250,000." Deng Ming indeed raised the number and turned to the Burmese messenger and said, "The total military expenditure of 2.5 million taels of gold can be paid in ten years. We will pay 100,000 taels before we retreat from the city of Wacheng, and pay 100,000 taels when we leave the border.

‘“There are too many…” The Burmese messenger tried to argue.

"That's why you are asked to pay 100,000 taels first, and then pay 100,000 taels to the border. The rest depends on how you do it. Food, ivory, and gems can be used as a bonus. And if you obey, the ones behind are not immune." Deng Ming glared at the messenger: "If you don't go back and report to you, can you decide this?"

After sending away the Burmese envoy, Bai Wenxuan called Deng Ming aside, and Di Sanxi, as a representative of the Qingyang Army, also listened to him.

"The Burmese will not return the emperor to us." Bai Wenxuan clearly pointed out that this is the Burmese delaying strategy: "They just want us to withdraw first, so that they can collect food and grass and mobilize reinforcements."

"General Bai said very well, but anyway, we want to withdraw our troops. It is better to have 100,000 taels of gold than not. And the Burmese guesses that we will not keep our promises, and the emperor is their last amulet. He will never return it to us until the city breaks." Deng Ming smiled. If the Burmese really keeps the promise, he will be in a little trouble: "So they will not repay it, and we will not withdraw from the Burmese territory. We must continue to support recklessness."

After returning to his military camp, Deng Ming brought in all the religious leaders who supported Manglu, told them about their negotiation conditions and their predictions about Mangbai's inevitable breach of the contract, and promised them that the Ming army would not abandon their allies.

However, these people's mentality is different from Bai Wenxuan. These days they have collected food and grass for the Ming army and formed an army to help the Ming army stabilize the rear security. If Mangbai re-controlled the northern Myanmar region, they would definitely not have good results. Besides, they finally took a large area of ​​land and rule, but they have not yet been warmed up.

"What if Mangbai Zhen releases the emperor?" The religious leaders all seemed a little worried.

"There is still 2.5 million gold military compensation. I said it can be exempted, but I can't help it. If Mangbai doesn't pay the compensation, I will not leave northern Myanmar. The 100,000 taels left can be understood as the last." Deng Ming didn't know what happened in Wacheng, but judging by Mangbai's eagerness to reach an agreement, he urgently needed to negotiate with the Ming army immediately: "Besides, I haven't calculated the interest yet. You must know: re-interest is the greatest power in this universe!"

Religious leaders also knew the dangers of lending, and some of them flattered: "The Duke Baoguo said it is too right."

"This is not what I said, it was said by a Thai scholar. Well, it is a scholar I respect very much. You must have never heard of his name."

"Is that?" Many people were skeptical. The exchange between Myanmar and Europe was closer than that between China and Europe. The Thai scholars who could make the important officials of the Ming Dynasty admired them very much. Otherwise, they would not be able to get into the eyes of the Duke of Baoguo who held heavy troops. Some curious people asked in dissatisfaction: "Who is the surname of the Thai scholar who said this?"

"Albert Einstein."
Chapter completed!