Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 851 Your God Can't Control Me [Seeking Monthly Pass]

"Humble Tang people, you should kneel in front of me, kiss my boots, and let Allah's blessing bless you. When you believe in Allah, you will have eternal life."

The child's voice is immature, but that high-spirited demeanor is like a hotel child throwing a bone to a mangy dog ​​at the door of the store—be good, there is a bone to eat...

Naturally, Fang Jun didn't understand the Arabic he was babbling, and looked at Gadir suspiciously.Ghadir was sweating a little, but he didn't dare to translate the words of little Hussein indiscriminately, so he had to translate them truthfully.

motherfucker!

When Fang Jun heard this, he almost wanted to kick this sick brat into the sea!

He has never opposed religion, whether it is the Buddha, the Jade Emperor or God, as long as it is the purpose of persuading people to be good, everyone has the freedom of belief, and others should not interfere.But who will you show your condescending tone of pity, more like charity?

Holding back his anger, he said coldly, "Sorry, this is Datang, your God can't control me!"

Ghadir blushed at this sentence, and had to translate it under the gaze of little Hussein.

Little Hussein even jumped three feet high, and scolded Fang Jun in a sharp voice: "Damn it! Are you insulting Allah? Do you know that I am the descendant of Muhammad, and Muhammad is the last son sent by Allah to the world?" A messenger, a heretic like you deserves to be burned to death!"

Fang Jun looked at Gadir. Gadir was sweating profusely and hesitated. Little Hussein pointed at Gadir's nose: "Translate it for this heretic, and don't change a single word!"

Gadir had to obey.

This time even Su Dingfang was annoyed, he took a step forward and was about to draw out the horizontal knife at his waist.How dare you threaten Datang's marquis and the road manager in such a way, do you really think that the soldiers of Datang can't be pinched?
Fang Jun laughed angrily. He stopped Su Dingfang's actions first, then pointed at the jumping little Hussein, and threatened: "Boy, listen carefully, if you can't wipe your mouth clean and talk, I will kill you right now." You fell on the mast and lit the sky lantern, sending you to meet your God!"

Little Hussein couldn't understand what Fang Jun said at all, and he screamed and said something, but Gedir, who was sweating profusely, jumped on him and tightly covered his mouth.

The Marquis of the Tang Kingdom in front of him is not a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person. With so many fierce soldiers in his hands, he is used to life and death, and his hands are stained with blood. How can he contradict him at will?Even if you are the heir of the Hashem family, don't forget that this is the Far East!

What Fang Jun just said is correct. Although Arabs brought the gospel of Allah here long ago, few people here believe in Allah. Allah can’t control this place, and Muhammad even Can't manage...

He fully believed that if the black-faced Marquis in front of him launched a ruthless plan to kill all his people, and then planted them on the hateful pirates, no one except Allah would know the truth of the matter.

"My master, you have to calm down. Please don't forget that we have more important things to ask the Marquis in front of us." Gadir could only whisper in the ear of little Hussein.

Little Hussein calmed down a little.

He is not a fool, on the contrary, he is smarter than most people in this age group. He is just a little bit flattered by being favored by everyone as the future heir of the Hashemite family. The heretics are just out of wrath.

He calmed down, pursed his lips, tilted his head, looked at the blue sky and ignored Fang Jun.

Gadir wiped his sweat, smiled wryly and said to Fang Jun: "My nephew is young and ignorant, if there is any offence, I hope His Excellency the Marquis will be tolerant."

Fang Jun smiled, looked at the proud little rooster Hussein, and asked: "Your nephew? If I guessed correctly, he should be your master, right? Well, yes, he should be He is a descendant of the Hashemite family, right? Hussein... the name sounds familiar too, I seem to have heard it mentioned by you Arab businessmen before..."

His words were purely deceitful. He had heard the name of Muhammad, and he had also heard of the four major caliphs.As for the descendants of the Hashemite family... He only knows that the king of Jordan is named Hashem, because the full name of Jordan is "The Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan"...

But the relationship between these two people is not like uncle and nephew?

It is more or less the same as the master and the servant.

Gadir was really scared!

He stared at Fang Jun with rounded eyes, and couldn't figure out why this oriental man would call out Hussein's true identity in one gulp?

"This... that... Your Excellency the Marquis, this is not the most important thing. I think we can talk about a big deal."

Ghadir changed the subject, he couldn't let this oriental entanglement go on, if Hussein's identity was exposed, God knows if they would all be imprisoned, and then demand a sky-high ransom from Medina?

Fortunately for the ransom, if the enemies of Medina knew about Hussein, they would rather trigger a war between Arabia and Tang than Hussein would die!Hiding to the far east is to avoid the danger of Medina, if you die in the east instead...

That would be so sad.

Fang Jun glanced at the fighting on the island that had gradually subsided, and then glanced at the bearded Arab with a half-smile: "Big business? I have to remind you, now all your goods will be used as my soldiers to rescue you." 'Nephew's' remuneration, oh, and the charts that you Arabs regard as your life. So, what capital do you use to negotiate business with me?"

Gadir was dumbfounded...

Yes, whether it was the goods looted by the pirates or the surviving part, he had given them to Fang Jun as a reward.So what else is there to buy that powerful firearm?

Little Hussein noticed Ghadir's strange appearance and asked, "Gadir, what happened?"

Gadir had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Oh, so that's the case." Little Hussein was not annoyed because his servants "wasted" all the goods they carried, but was pleased because Gadir was able to spare no money to save himself: "You did a great job, Ghadir, me and my father will be grateful to you. But you can tell this hateful heathen, I am the son of Ali, the son of Muhammad, the successor of the Caliph, no matter how much he wants, I will agree He. Not until I get back to Medina, but first he can sell us how to make that firearm."

Gadir smiled wryly, my little master, you are so naive!
In the Arab world, as the son of Ali, no one dares to oppose your words, but don’t forget, this is not Arabia, not Medina, but the far east, a place beyond the control of Allah ...

But as the most loyal servant, he didn't dare to disobey his master's words, so he could only embarrassingly translate the words of little Hussein to Fang Jun.

Who knew that Fang Jun had a reasonable expression on his face, and said generously: "The manufacturing method of this firearm is Datang's top secret, no matter how much money it is, it is impossible to give it to others. But I can sell the finished product to you, And as long as the price is negotiated, you can pay on credit."

Gadir couldn't get his head around...

He can understand that the manufacturing method is not for sale.Who would easily reveal the manufacturing method of such a powerful weapon?As long as he can buy the finished product, he is completely acceptable, but it is just a matter of spending a little more money. Arabian business is developed, and there is plenty of money!

But the Marquis promised to pay on credit...

Gadir couldn't understand it.

Arabia is tens of thousands of miles away from Datang, and it will take more than a year to travel back and forth by sea. If you renege on your debt after paying on credit, can you still go to Arabia to collect debts?Even if you go, Arabia is not a place that Allah can't control in the east. Even if your Tang Dynasty navy is tough and good at fighting, you have to bow your head in front of Arab warriors!
What is the plan of this black-faced Marquis?
Gadir was in doubt, and little Hussein couldn't bear it any longer. He thought that Fang Jun would not agree to credit, so he said angrily: "Could it be that this heretic doesn't even believe the words of the descendants of Muhammad?"

Gadir hurriedly said: "My master, it's not that he didn't agree, but he agreed too happily. Is there some conspiracy here?"

Little Hussein was also taken aback.

He doesn't understand the saying that if something is abnormal, there must be a demon, but he understands the truth.

The master and servant were suspicious, and they didn't know what to do for a while...

When Fang Jun took a look, he knew the careful thoughts of these two people, but he was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys, and waved at Su Dingfang: "Order the troops to speed up, there is no need to count the seizures on the island for the time being, and they will all be transported back to Huating Town. Let's talk about it." The main force stays, we have to do a big thing!"

Then he turned his head and said to Gadir: "It's okay or not, you guys think about it slowly, I have plenty of time."

Ignoring the two of them any more, I turned back and went into the cabin.

As soon as the gunpowder smoke on the sea cleared, dark clouds rolled and gathered in the distant sky, and a storm was about to hit.

(End of this chapter)