nucmednet Chapter 110: Treat others with their own treatment.
Chapter 110: Treat others with their own treatment.
Han Jingting knelt on the ground, looking at Su Zhengyang unwillingly. He struggled and said with a ferocious look: "Su Zhengyang! You are a waste! You were trampled under my feet when you were in Yunzhou Military Academy. If you were not lucky enough to get the support of Heping Company, do you think you can beat me!"
Su Zhengyang had a bright smile on his face. He kicked Han Jingting in the face unexpectedly, causing blood to gush from his mouth and nose. His eyes went black and he almost fainted.
"As a prisoner, you need to understand your own identity, understand? If you were not a Korean young master, do you think you could be sent to Yong'an City alive to see me? If you dare to speak rudely to me again, I will have someone pull out your tongue immediately."
Han Jingting spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Su Zhengyang with some fear. In his heart, Su Zhengyang has always been a complete coward. How could he be like he is now, attacking someone directly over a disagreement.
"Lock Master Han in the dungeon and let him experience the luxurious single room in our Linzhou Prison."
The guards roughly took Han Jingting to the dungeon of the Governor's Mansion. It was pitch black and pitch dark, and the ground was extremely damp. There was only a wet and torn straw mat on the ground. Han Jingting sniffed and could smell a pungent odor of excrement, which almost made him vomit on the spot.
Han Jingting shuddered unconsciously when he thought about how long Su Zhengyang would keep him locked up here.
In Su Zhengyang's office, Secretary General Zhang Luanyu slowly said, "Governor, why don't you just kill this ignorant Korean young man?"
Su Zhengyang drank his tea leisurely, then smiled and said, "Since Han Jingting dares to ask for such a high ransom, using the territory that originally belonged to our Northwest Revolutionary Army as a threat to make us pay a sky-high ransom, I will give him a taste of his own medicine. Yongzhou Governor Han Jiwang has a son in his old age, and he dotes on his only son Han Jingting very much. As long as Han Jingting is in our hands, the initiative of the ransom price is in our hands. It is impossible not to make the Han faction bleed heavily, and it can also relieve the military expenditure pressure of our Northwest Revolutionary Army."
"What's more, what we need now is a period of stable development. After this battle, the nearby Han and Zhao factions, as well as the Ma faction warlords further west, will no longer dare to provoke us easily. As long as our military expansion is completely completed and the entire Linzhou is back on the right track, I will first target the Han faction! For now, we can hand Han Jingting back in exchange for corresponding benefits. Anyway, in my opinion, Han Jingting is no different from an ATM."
Zhang Luanyu nodded thoughtfully.
"Send a telegram to the Han faction and tell them that Han Jingting has fallen into our hands. If Han Xiwang wants to redeem his son, he must give us 20 million dollars in cash. If he is short of one dollar, I will chop off one of Han Jingting's fingers! As for the commander of the Sixth Army, Chen Jiahu, give the Han faction a discount and redeem him for 5 million dollars."
At the Linzhou border, the Korean Fifth Army had just deployed its troops on the border when they received the news that the Sixth Army had been completely annihilated. The Northwest Revolutionary Army's strong combat effectiveness and fast execution caught them off guard. What support could they get?
It turned out that they were preparing to rush to the aid of Gucheng City and completely lock the Second Combat Division of the Northwest Revolutionary Army in this area. In a state of isolation and helplessness, they were completely defeated by the boiling frog in warm water. Unexpectedly, in less than two or three days, tens of thousands of combat troops of the Sixth Army were annihilated in an organized manner by the Northwest Revolutionary Army, and even their young master fell into Su Zhengyang's hands.
The Second Combat Division immediately set up a defensive position and was ready for battle. Its posture seemed to be telling the Korean Fifth Army that if you dare to cross the line, I will beat you to death.
In Yuzhou, the capital of Yongzhou, Han Jiwang, who was already over 70 years old, almost passed out from anger after reading the telegram from the Governor-General's Office of Linzhou.
"This damn Su Zhengyang, you little bastard, is really going too far! How dare he ask for such a high ransom from us? He has no idea of his own limitations!"
Han Jisi, the chief of the general staff of the Han clique and Han Jiwang's younger brother, picked up the telegram paper that Han Jiwang had thrown at the foot of the table. After glancing at it, he frowned and said, "Brother, although Su Zhengyang's conditions are a bit too outrageous, Jingting is in their hands now. They have the absolute initiative. You don't have to be so angry. I'll talk to the Northwest Revolutionary Army and make sure Jingting comes back safely."
"Twenty million dollars! Including Chen Jiahu! The total is twenty-five million dollars! How dare Su Zhengyang say that!"
Han Jiwang was still furious, his face flushed red, and his chest heaving up and down, obviously he was very angry.
Twenty-five million oceans, if used to purchase equipment, would be enough to build two well-equipped brigade-level combat units, and they would be absolute ace troops.
Yongzhou is better than Linzhou in terms of area, economy and population, and the development of Hanxi is also very stable. However, 25 million oceans is equivalent to the total tax revenue of Yongzhou in two years. Even if Hanxi grits his teeth and pays this money, it can be said to be a serious injury.
"Tell Su Zhengyang! I'll give him five million dollars at most and ask him to release Ting'er and Commander Chen to me safely. If they fail, I will fight the Northwest Revolutionary Army to the death!"
In the Linzhou Governor's Mansion, Su Zhengyang sat on the sofa with a sneer on his face, and tore Han Xi's reply letter into pieces.
"Still bargaining with me. It seems that Han Jingting's status in the Han family is not very good. He is far from Han Xiwang, the old man, who is willing to pay any price for his safety."
"Chop off the little finger of Han Jingting's left hand and have someone send it to Han Jiwang."
In the dungeon, Han Jingting looked at Sun Yuanshan, who was walking towards him with a short knife in his hand and a playful look on his face. He subconsciously showed a look of fear and involuntarily took a few steps back, trembling and saying: "You...what are you going to do!"
Sun Yuanshan yawned and said slowly, "I am hereby ordered by the Governor to lend you a finger."
"Someone, hold him down!"
Sun Yuanshan squatted down and slashed at Han Jingting's held down left hand with a very clean and decisive move. With a flash of cold light, Han Jingting's little finger had been chopped off, and the spurting blood splashed all over Sun Yuanshan's face.
Han Jingting wailed hysterically. Having grown up in luxury, he had never suffered such pain.
Over the past few days, the dark and lonely environment, and the mental and physical torture of going hungry for two days after eating one meal, have completely collapsed this proud Korean young master. He no longer looks like the high-spirited young commander, and looks almost like a beggar on the street.
"Find someone to bandage his wounds and bring him some delicious food. Young Master Han is worth 20 million dollars, and we must not let him get into trouble."