The man tilted his mouth slightly, took two wine glasses, and filled them with them. Then he glanced at the guards on both sides, who hurriedly stepped forward and took them down and handed them to Zhou Xian and Wang Weidong respectively.

Then he poured himself a cup, looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "I know you are deliberately adjusting my appetite. But to be honest, my curiosity is really aroused by you. Say it! What do you want from me?"

Zhou Xian smiled slightly and said, "Sir, I am serious. At this moment, we are surrounded by your troops. Whether we can survive is only in the evening. How dare we pray for anything from you? If so, it is the lives of our five hundred Ming soldiers. Can you give us a clear idea? How can we satisfy you and return to the old place safely?"

The man picked up the ivory cup in front of him, half raised it in the air, neither drinking nor letting go, and said in an infinitely calm tone: "Mongolia has a set of etiquette. Those who can sit together and drink with each other are friends. Now we are sitting together, as for the ability to drink this glass of wine, it depends on what you can provide to me."

Zhou Xian smiled and said, "We in the Ming Dynasty also have a saying, "Do you want to listen to it too?"

"What's the matter?"

"The enemy is a friend. Adults, although Mongolia and Ming Dynasty had hatred in the past, for now, the biggest enemies of both are Manhu. So, in my opinion, this glass of wine can not only be drunk, but also be drunk with boldness and pleasure." After saying that, Zhou Xian raised his glass without hesitation and drank it all. Then he turned the empty glass downwards and quietly waited for the man's reaction.

A trembling smile suddenly came under the mask and said, "Now, how many Mongolian tribes have taken the initiative to surrender to Manhu. How can you be sure that I am their enemy, not a friend?"

Zhou Xian laughed and said, "Just just raise the golden wolf khan flag outside the tent. If even its owner surrendered to Manhu, the heroes and heroes such as Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan in the past will definitely be ashamed of having unworthy descendants like you. Then you can also take the heads of our 500 Ming soldiers to please your master."

With a swish, a long sword was raised high and slashed straight towards Zhou Xian's head. It was an iron armored guard. Although he looked only over twenty years old, his sword technique was refined. Although Zhou Xian responded in time, he was still bitten on his right arm and blood flowed.

The man from the master watched all this quietly without saying a word to stop him, but said coldly: "Children Huangkou, I really think you can fool me with just a few words. This injury is a lesson for you."

Wang Weidong's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward, tearing off a strip of cloth from his body and wrapped it up for Zhou Xian. Then he looked at the man coldly and said, "Sir, we are messengers. If we have any accidents, I guarantee that everything you want will be gone."

The man sneered, "As I said before, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? Now I wave my hand and in a moment I can lead my troops to attack, kill you all, and obtain all the goods."

Seeing that the wound had been wrapped, Zhou Xian threw a gratitude to Wang Weidong, and then turned to the man and said, "Sir, you don't know our strength yet! Although we only have 500 soldiers, those are all war-torn soldiers in Xuanfu, and they currently occupy a good geographical advantage. If you choose to attack for a strong moment, I promise you that you will not leave a thousand bodies, you don't have to think about it. And..."

Zhou Xian paused for a moment and continued, "And I can tell you that before we are destroyed, all the goods will definitely be burned. At that time, you will get nothing. You will lose a thousand people, and you will not get any of them in the end. At that time, I'm afraid your life will not be easy!"

"What does it mean to me are not easy to live, what do you know?"

Zhou Xian smiled faintly and said, "If what I expected was, among these two thousand Mongolians, I am afraid that the only one who is loyal to the adults is the iron armored guard who is less than a hundred. The others follow you, one is to shock the golden wolf sweat flag, and the other is to be eager to get a share of the robbery by obeying your orders. May I ask, is I right?"

The man had not yet made a clear response, but the guard who was slashing at Zhou Xian was obviously shocked and turned around to look at the man.

A cold voice rang again, "What if you said it is right?"

"If this is true, when it goes well, they will be intimidated by your power and willing to obey your orders. But if the attack fails at that time, more than half of the soldiers will be lost without any gains in the end. Do you think they will fight back and directly cause your rebellion?"

The man pondered for a long time, finally raised his glass and drank it all over and said, "Tell me! What can you help me?"

Zhou Xian saw that the man finally drank the glass of wine, and his heart suddenly relaxed a lot. He looked at Wang Weidong, who was also happy. He continued, "That depends on whether you can be honest with him. If your status is noble enough, it is not completely impossible to give all the goods to you in exchange for Mongolia and alliance with the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, in some aspects, we should be more credible than those Mongols who may surrender to the Manchus at any time!"

"Why do you think I think you will be more credible than my fellow comrades!"

"For hundreds of years, the bloodthirsty and pride of the Mongols has been exhausted. Open your eyes and see, since the rise of Manhuo, how many Mongolian tribes have taken the initiative to surrender and take pride in attacking their fellow men. Otherwise, how could Lin Dan Khan, who has 400,000 string-pulling men, throw away his armor and even die in the desolate Qinghai without a few battles? I have no intention of belittle it, but this is the fact. And our 500 soldiers will not surrender to Manhuo no matter what. Although we have conflicts, we should have more interests than those Mongols you summoned in a hurry! "

The man laughed rare, gave Zhou Xian a thumbs up, and said, "It was my mistake. At first, I really regarded you as a child with a yellow mouth. Why didn't I expect that since those five hundred people could entrust their lives to you, how could you be an ordinary child? They have courage, vision and strategy. If my nephew had half of yours, why would I have fallen to such a state of Mongolia?"

After saying that, he took off the mask from his face.

Zhou Xianding looked at him and finally understood the reason why he was wearing a mask. Although he seemed to be only over thirty years old, his cheeks had already been white. A huge scar on his left face ran from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, while his right face was wrinkled like a dead tree, which should be the traces left after being burned by the fire.
Chapter completed!