readx(); "Abandoning 80,000 elites?!"
Shan Ling and the King of the South Territory were stunned for a moment almost at the same time, because they would never have expected that Fang Zhengzheng would give such an answer. ≥≧
What is the total strength of the Southern Territory
That is a force of just over 400,000.
Eighty thousand, and eighty thousand elites, including three thousand silver-horned wolf riders from the Southern Territory. Such a loss is simply equivalent to cutting off a right-hand man from the Southern Territory.
Let alone Shan Ling and the King of the South Territory, not even Princess Shan Yu could agree.
"Impossible!" Shan Ling answered directly without even thinking.
The South Territory King's lips also moved slightly, but he swallowed the words before he spoke, and then looked at Shan Yu Gongyi beside him, with some hints in his eyes.
Of course Princess Shan Yu understood the meaning in her father's eyes, but she also probably understood what Fang Zhengzheng meant by these words.
Then, she didn't speak.
least…
She won't speak for now.
After Fang Zhengzheng heard Shan Ling's words, he picked up a cup filled with southern region specialty wine on the table and poured a sip into his mouth casually.
This bite is a bit big.
Fang Zhengzheng didn't pay too much attention at first, because he had drank the wine brought by Fujishi Sheng and others, but when he took this sip of wine, he felt like breathing fire.
so spicy!
It's just like the alcohol in my previous life.
His face turned red, Fang Zhengzheng quickly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, suppressed the remaining strong alcohol in his mouth, and then let out a long breath of alcohol.
All right…
Sure enough, you still can’t be too pretentious.
When the King of the Southern Territory and Shan Ling saw this scene, they immediately looked at each other again.
"Master Fang has a good drinking capacity. This wine is a treasure of the Southern Territory. Even I usually only dare to drink it in small sips. I didn't expect that Master Fang has such a good drinking capacity?" This sentence of the Southern Territory King seems to have nothing to do with what he just said. , However, when I say it at this time, the purpose is obvious.
Relaxed atmosphere.
Fang Zhengzheng wanted to say something back, "You're such a drunkard," but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment!"
After the words fell, Fang Zhengzheng finally had no intention of eating or drinking any more, and leaned back into a very comfortable posture.
"Since the Crown Prince doesn't want to abandon these 80,000 elites from the Southern Territory, he must have thought of some good idea, right?" Fang Zhengzheng said while looking at Shan Ling.
"Whether I can do anything about it, that's my business!" Shan Ling's hands tightened again, but his tone still sounded extremely confident and tough.
"It is indeed the prince's business. The demons from the Holy Mountain City have been out all night. I believe they can reach the back of the Iron Qiu Tribe at noon tomorrow. But now, the army of the Southern Territory is stuck outside the Han Yuan Tribe. I am really curious. What is His Majesty's plan?" Fang Zhengzheng nodded, with a smile on his lips.
Shan Ling's expression changed. Of course he knew the current situation, but as Fang Zhengzheng said, it was now a problem for Holy Mountain City to protect itself, so how could any troops be sent to support it
"Fang Zhengzheng, stop being so secretive and just tell me if you have any ideas!" Although Shan Ling didn't want to admit it, he was really at a loss now.
"There is no way. As I said just now, the only way now is to abandon these 80,000 elites, abandon the Holy Mountain City, flee to the jungles of the Southern Territory, hide according to the terrain for several days, and wait until the Southern Territory army arrives. Try to make a comeback!" Fang Zhengzheng shook his head with a look of helplessness on his face.
"You... if you want to go this far, why do I need to ask you?!" Shan Ling finally became angry when he heard this.
"Yes, why does His Highness the Crown Prince ask me? I have already told you how to give up. Oh, by the way... The Crown Prince doesn't think I am joking, right? Does His Highness the Crown Prince really think that with only 80,000 yuan? Can the elites be able to withstand the two-pronged attack of the demons? Or, the prince will naively believe that after the Iron Qiu tribe is defeated, the demons will let go of the remaining elites, and then leave a handful behind his back. Knife?" Fangzheng spread his hands.
"You..." Shan Ling's expression changed again.
He became extremely pale, because he knew very clearly that what Fang Zhengzheng said was the truth, and there was absolutely no way the demons would let that soldier go.
When the surrounding Southern Territory maids heard this, their faces all turned extremely pale in an instant. Among the 80,000 Southern Territory warriors, there were their families.
"Please, Your Majesty, save my brother. He is a warrior in the Southern Region. He has made great contributions to the battles in the Southern Region since he was five years old. Your Majesty, please don't give up on my brother!"
"His Royal Highness, please show mercy and must save the Tieqiu tribe. I...my home is in Tieqiu, and Tieqiu also has my seventy-year-old father and mother..."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Princess, please save the warriors who are fighting in Tieqiu!"
One by one, the maids of the Southern Region finally knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground, begging and bowing to the king, prince and young master in their hearts.
The King of the Southern Territory looked at the maids of the Southern Territory lying on the ground below, and his expression also changed a little.
As the Lord of the Southern Territory, how could he not know what the situation was like now? What if he really gave up those 80,000 elites
Then there is no need for him to be the King of the Southern Territory.
Princess Shan Yu's face was a little ugly at the moment. Those 80,000 elites were all personally selected by her, and each one of them had contributed to the Southern Territory.
How can you give up
"Fang Zhengzheng, do you have anything you can do?" Shan Ling's tone turned cold, and the knife in his hand slowly dropped, once again placing it on the neck of the Minister of Rites.
The body of the Minister of Rites suddenly stiffened.
He looked at Fang Zhengzheng, who was leaning on the chair with a leisurely look on his face. He really hated him. He knew that Fang Zhengzheng was hurting him now, intentionally hurting him.
But what can he do
"Lord Fang, if you don't care about my own face, you should also look at the lives of tens of thousands of warriors in the southern region, right? If you can... please... please help!" The Minister of Rites gritted his teeth, looking extremely difficult.
"Master Shangshu is so scheming. He is worthy of being a representative figure of scheming, cunning and cunning. You don't ask me to save you, but you ask me to save the Southern Territory. This patience and generosity really make me admire you." Fang Zhengzheng heard from the Ministry of Rites. When Shangshu said this, a smile appeared on his lips.
The face of the Minister of Rites darkened.
He wanted to argue, but he swallowed the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.
It wasn't that he was afraid of offending Fang Zhengyi, but that as soon as Fang Zhengzheng finished speaking, the knife Shan Ling placed on his neck trembled visibly.
Obviously...
Shan Ling heard the grudge between Fang Zhengzheng and the Minister of Rites.
So, the plan to threaten Fang Zhengzheng with the Minister of Rites is somewhat ridiculous.
The Minister of Rites saw this, but as one of the six dignified ministers, he was pointed in the face by a fourth-rank official and scolded as scheming, cunning and cunning, but he did not dare to argue.
This resentment really made his blood boil.
"Poof!" A mouthful of old blood spurted onto the ground, and the Minister of Rites finally fainted. It was not that he was exhausted, but that he really had no face to stay awake.
Fang Zhengzheng glanced at the Minister of Rites with his eyes closed, and then looked at Shan Ling who was gritting his teeth next to him, as well as the silent King of the Southern Territory and Princess Shan Yu not far away, as well as the maids of the Southern Territory crawling on the ground, and thought about it. I thought, and finally spoke.
"Under the current situation, I really have no choice, and I believe that the king and the Crown Prince will not have any solution, because this is a dead end. This dead end was not caused by others, but by the Crown Prince!" After Fang Zhengzheng finished speaking, he stopped talking because he knew Shan Ling could understand the meaning of his words.
Shan Ling fell silent.
He did understand what Fang Zheng said.
A quarter of an hour ago, he had told the King of the South Territory and Princess Shan Yu about his grand plan, and vowed to kill the person who negotiated peace with one sword.
But…
A quarter of an hour later, he had to think carefully about the word "peace talks".
Originally, he felt that Daxia no longer had any trump card that could threaten him or even put it on the table for negotiation. However, after listening to Fang Zhengzheng's words, he felt that he had no way out.
Weird change of mentality.
All changes are just a few simple words.
Could it be that this is the "thin-inch tongue?!" recorded in the "Tao Canon" of the Great Xia Dynasty, which can take over the city and restore the land without spending a single soldier
Shan Ling never believed this kind of thing.
Even now, he is not willing to believe or accept it.
But does he have a way out
If he continues to persist, once this has almost become a fact that does not need to be argued, then he will only have peace talks.
Ask Daxia for help, ask Daxia to give up the resistance of Han Yuan tribe...
Just for that ridiculous amount of time.
Three days!
Wait a moment!
wrong!
Even if peace is negotiated and Daxia abandons the Han Yuan Tribe, it will still take a day to get from the Han Yuan Tribe to the Holy Mountain City, and then from the Holy Mountain City to the Iron Soldier Tribe...
That's too late!
With an army of more than 300,000, it is simply impossible to reach the Iron Qiu tribe before the 50,000 demon soldiers. So, what is the point of peace talks
"It's too late, it's too late... It will take at least two or three days to go from the Hanyuan Tribe to the Iron Qiu Tribe... Fang Zhengzheng, you cunning villain, I almost fell into your trap, even if we in the Southern Territory are now with Even if you make peace with Daxia, the warriors of the Iron Qiu tribe will still not be able to survive. You are lying to this prince, and you are trying to sow discord between this prince and his father and sister. You want to fight within the Southern Territory so that you can Daxia is reaping the benefits, right? What’s ridiculous is that my father and sister actually believed in you!"
When Shan Ling said the last words, his eyes became extremely cold and stern, and the knife in his hand was even more chilling.
"Uh-huh!"
A cold light flashed.
A human head flew directly into the air, and then fell to the ground.
Blood was flying in the air.
This scene changed very quickly, so fast that people couldn't react at all. The maids in the Southern Territory stared blankly at the human head rolling down beside them, their eyes widened, and they all let out a neat exclamation. Voice.
"ah!"
The King of the South Territory was also a little shocked. Although he knew Shan Ling's character very well, he still didn't expect Shan Ling to act so decisively.
Princess Shan Yu has seen too much blood, but where is this place
The royal palace!
The royal palace of the Southern Region!
When did the royal palace in the Southern Territory become stained with so much blood
"Third brother, you..." Princess Shanyu was a little confused. She had clearly seen a turning point just now, why did it suddenly become like this
Of course, if you really don’t understand.
The person who doesn’t understand the most is naturally the Minister of Rites...
He didn't understand why he had such a result even though he had already pretended to faint and he clearly didn't say a word.
at least…
When you chop, can you say something
When his head fell to the ground, the Minister of Rites finally opened his eyes, but the only thing he could see clearly was a shining knife and the blood flowing on it.
"Is that my blood?"
These were the last words that flashed through the mind of the Minister of Rites.
Fang Zhengzheng once heard a sentence in his previous life. There are many versions of that sentence. For example, if you don't agree with someone, act cute, if you don't agree with someone, drive a car...
What is this called now
Kill someone if they disagree
"My lord, the Minister of Rites, I'm sorry, I'm really not ready this time..." Fang Zhengzheng looked at the Lord, the Minister of Rites, who had not closed his eyes until death on the ground, and sighed softly.
"Fang Zhengzheng, suffer death!" Shan Ling obviously had no intention of giving Fang Zhengzheng any chance anymore. Killing the Minister of Rites was just a simple matter.
In other words, he did it casually.
There was no purpose, it was just to vent his anger at being fooled by Fang Zhengzheng, and to express his determination to defeat the treacherous plot of Fang Zhengzheng.
The cold is strong.
The sound of the knife hummed softly, and it was a huge momentum.
As the crown prince of the Southern Territory, Shan Ling's strength is not low. It can even be said to be very high, which is a bit scary. Part of this is due to his extraordinary talent.
Another part is his hard work. How strong will a person with great talent and hard work be
Basically you can imagine.
In fact, it was precisely because Shan Ling's talent was so high that, in his eyes, his two talented brothers seemed so "mediocre".
The blade has not yet arrived.
But the cold had already hit Fang Zhengyi in advance, causing a layer of frost to form on Fang Zhengzheng's thick vine armor in an instant.
realm…
Late stage of reincarnation realm!
"What if I say that I have a way to send troops to the Iron Qiu tribe before the demons do?" Fang Zhengzheng said while reaching out his hand and patting the frost on the vine armor.
Bang bang bang…
Following Fang Zhengzheng's slap, the frost fell to the ground like snow.
The knife finally stopped, only an inch away from Fang Zhengzheng's throat, and a humming sound sounded from the tip of the knife, which was the low cry of death. (To be continued.) 8