Nine Hundred and Ninety-Seven: War in Northern Xinjiang (34)

How would he feel if he brought his people to join the enemy?

Li Yun was dumbfounded by this question, and blurted out, "This is impossible."

My protagonist always likes to ask him hypothetical questions, does he seem so bad?

If it really came to that situation, he would rather die in battle than beg for mercy at the enemy.

Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing, and said gently, "I said it was a hypothesis, if it were true, how would you feel?"

"Unwilling, loathing, fear, but you have to endure it. Be humble to your former enemy, be careful to please, right?"

Li Yun bowed his head and thought for a while, guessing in a daze.

Although he has no such experience, he can understand a little bit by simulating the situation.

Jiang Pengji asked again, "Han Mei is right, but think about it carefully, what was the reaction of that envoy and his entourage just now?"

Li Yun said in surprise, "A reaction? Isn't it a normal reaction?"

"Where is it normal?" Jiang Pengji's eyes added a bit of coldness, and she sneered, "If you lead your clansmen to surrender to the enemy - this enemy has killed nearly 200,000 of his compatriots - this hatred can be called Blood feud. Even if you have to bow your head in order to survive, it is impossible to have a sense of identification and belonging in your heart. But that man is different—the reaction of him and his entourage is very interesting.”

Li Yun wanted to scratch his head, but he didn't see any difference at all.

But Jiang Pengji said, "One of his attendants was trembling. On the way here, he stepped on a rabbit pit and fell because he was out of his mind, so his trouser legs were stained with a few strands of white hair, and there were dirt marks on his boots, trouser legs, and sleeves. A simple pat, but still left marks. After entering the main tent, the man kept his head down and his shoulders shrunk, but his hands were tightly clamped to his sides. On the one hand, he was afraid that I would Jiang’s vicious reputation, on the other hand he hates and hates me, but he can’t do anything—”

The follower's reaction is relatively normal and belongs to the reasonable category.

This follower showed hatred, while the other followers cringed, the fear in their hearts was greater than hatred.

"...On the other hand, the tribal envoy's reaction is quite interesting. Before meeting me, he ate a roast lamb, drank kumiss, and slept with a beautiful woman, so he smelled a bit heavy. From this, we can see that, The other party's mood was quite relaxed, his attitude was very calm, and he didn't have the emotion that Han Mei said. After seeing me, he seemed to be very respectful and fearful, but that kind of respect was too fake.

Perfunctory. "

No matter what Jiang Pengji said, she was also a person who climbed from a low-level soldier to a high position. She knew this kind of perfunctory all too well.

Li Yun hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly, "If it's perfunctory, it seems reasonable?"

To surrender to Jiang Pengji on behalf of the tribe, it must be a high-level person with a relatively detached status in the tribe.

Even if he had to surrender to the enemy due to the situation, he didn't agree with it in his heart, so "perfunctory" was justified.

Jiang Pengji said, "However, when the fearful attendant and the confident messenger are put together, it cannot be justified."

Li Yun suddenly thought of something, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

"My lord, what do you mean...are they swindling surrender?"

If the people who came to surrender had nothing to fear, my lord might just beat them out, and the outcome would be seen on the battlefield.

Surrender without the slightest sincerity!

If the people who came to surrender were trembling, for fear that they would encounter a murderous new boss, this would be the most normal reaction.

To put it bluntly, my lord's reputation in northern Xinjiang is terrible, and it can stop children from crying at night.

The reality is that the attitudes of the leading messenger and the entourage are completely opposite. The former eats meat, drinks alcohol and sleeps with women. How can it be humiliating and surrendering?

What does this mean?

Explain that there are ghosts in it.

Whatever the hell, they can't take it lightly.

"In this place on the battlefield, the tactic of false surrender has been tried and tested, why is it not possible?" Jiang Pengji said with a bit of coldness in her eyes, "But it's too early to say this, let's send someone to secretly watch them first, and if there is any abnormal behavior Report back, don't disturb them."

Li Yun took the order to retreat, Wei Ci at the side did not leave, but looked at her with strange eyes.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" Jiang Pengji approached and sat beside him, "You can still see a flower after watching too much?"

Wei Ci smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered something suddenly."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "What is it that you are so obsessed with?"

"Since Ci got to know the lord, I have never seen anyone who can hide the lord."

Whether it was a false surrender or other deception methods, in Wei Ci's memory, no one seemed to be able to hide it from her.

In the end, she was too vigilant, or she never trusted anyone from the bottom of her heart.

In addition to his sensitive and thoughtful personality, another reason why he was so worried about gains and losses in his previous life was because he didn't feel much trust from His Majesty. It was hard to describe that feeling, but he really felt that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and His Majesty.

If people from the previous life knew this, they would definitely say that he was talking nonsense.

How could His Majesty be suspicious?

If His Majesty is suspicious, how could she tolerate Wei Ci?

When a meteorite falls from the sky, which person in power will not have the desire to kill?

Your Majesty chose to take it lightly and did not pursue Wei Ci's family. Can this be called suspicious?

Wei Ci disagreed with this statement.

Suspicion is not the same as mistrust.

Your Majesty is not a suspicious person, but she really does not trust anyone.

In the past, he would rather rot in his stomach than dare to say such words, but now he wants to ask clearly.

Jiang Pengji said narcissistically, "That's me who is wise and powerful, any deception is futile in my eyes."

Wei Ci asked back, "My lord really thinks so? From Ci's point of view, my lord probably doesn't trust anyone."

"Zixiao, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Pengji said, "Even if I don't trust others, it's impossible for me not to trust Zixiao."

Wei Ci pursed his lips, and said, "If that's the case, why did my lord—"

Jiang Pengji's expression froze for two minutes, "What?"

Wei Ci hesitated for a while, then wrote a word on her palm with his finger, and said in a low voice, "You don't even believe this person—"

If even that person is not worthy of the lord's trust, Wei Ci doesn't know who else in this world has this qualification.

"Zixiao, I'm very happy that you can ask me." Jiang Pengji said, "I know your background, and with your intelligence, you probably doubt my identity. Why do I not trust people? I trust, do you understand?"

Because she knows the truth and has seen through the truth, any confusion will have no effect in front of her.

Wei Ci looked at Jiang Pengji with complicated eyes, a little strange, but more deeply familiar.

Jiang Pengji smiled lightly, "It's a fake in the first place, no matter how much you try to make it mysterious and confusing, it still won't be true..."