The Strongest Supporting Role in Martial Arts: the Beginning of a Sword Book to Ward off Evil

"This... It's just that Song Qingshu is now among the millions of troops, and now that the Ming Cult has the absolute upper hand, I'm afraid the opponent won't come out so easily!"

After hearing the words of the Seventh Prince, Emperor Yuan Shun's eyes also lit up, but his brows soon wrinkled.

"It's really impossible under normal circumstances, but if he doesn't agree, we can force him to agree!"

The Seventh Lord said.

"I don't know what the seventh prince can do"

Shun Di opened his mouth.

"What if we threaten him with the Han Chinese in most of the capital?"

A sinister light flashed in the eyes of the Seventh Prince, and he said in a cold voice.

"Well, what does it mean to threaten the Seventh Prince with the Han people in Dadu?"

After hearing the words of the Seventh Prince, Emperor Yuan Shun's eyes flashed with a strange look, and then he said.

"There are almost a million Han people in most of the capital today, and these... The Han people will catch up with the city wall in batches. If the other party does not agree, we will massacre ten thousand people every hour! Until the other party agrees..., tell them , If the other party dares to attack the city, we will slaughter all the Han people in the entire Dadu! If so, I believe the other party will not refuse!"

The Seventh Lord opened his mouth and said.

"Hey... this, isn't this some..."

After Yuan Shun heard this plan, he couldn't help but gasp for air, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"It's just a million Han people, why not? In order to deter the Han people, Genghis Khan slaughtered several cities, and the number of Han people who were slaughtered was more than millions! In troubled times, we should use the heavy code, and now we have reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted. You must use extraordinary methods! Otherwise, there is only a dead end!"

The Seventh Prince said coldly.

"What if, what if the contest was lost in the end?"

Yuan Shundi couldn't help but say.

"If you lose the competition, if you lose in this way, then it can only mean that the day is dead, and you will surrender! If you don't die like this, there is no point in continuing to consume it! It will only increase casualties, and it will not change the situation at all! "

The Seventh Lord said lightly.

"This is the last chance. If we win, we still have a chance to live. If we lose, we will accept our fate!"

The Seventh Lord said again.

"Is that so... I will discuss it with the national teacher!"

Emperor Yuanshun finally nodded and said.

"No need, the old man agrees!"

At this moment, a voice came from the rear of the main hall, and I saw a tall, burly figure in a monk's robe, with a rough face, came out and said.

Impressively, he is a master of Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions.

Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions has been closely related to Yuanmeng and Mongolia since the era of Genghis Khan.

"The national teacher can be sure"

When Yuan Shundi saw the person who came, there was also a flash of hope in his eyes.

"A few months ago, Lao Na had seen Song Qingshu make a move. This son is even more evil than Zhang Sanfeng of the year. With time, his achievements are definitely far above Zhang Sanfeng. If I fight alone, unless I can cultivate the dragon-elephant prajna kung fu to the Eleventh floor, otherwise, the odds of winning are not great! But if there is a fire foreman, Taoist Baishuang, and the three monks of Shaolin Temple, there is at least an [-]% chance of winning!"

The visitor spoke up.

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"Eighty percent sure... If that's the case, then there is the National Teacher Lao! If this time is really successful, I will definitely not treat the National Teacher badly!"

Emperor Yuan Shun opened his mouth and said, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, obviously ready to gamble.

"Your Majesty's words are serious, this is the responsibility of the poor monk!"

The national teacher opened his mouth.

"Okay, if that's the case, the seventh prince will arrange the next thing! I hope this time I can kill Song Qingshu in one fell swoop!"

Emperor Yuan Shun said.

"I will not disappoint Your Majesty!"

The Seventh Prince nodded and said...

"Bastard, how dare these... darn Tartars..."

"Too deceitful, really deceitful! They are so despicable!"

"Sect Master, absolutely cannot agree, there must be deceit in this, absolutely cannot take risks!"

A day later, the middle army of the Rebel camp outside the capital city.

In the tent, all the top leaders of the rebel army were gathered here, and everyone's face showed a look of incomparable anger.

At the same time, his eyes fell on a figure not far away, this person was none other than the envoy of the imperial court.

"Our majesty said that if the leader of Song does not agree, then ten thousand Han people will be slaughtered every hour. If you attack the city now, none of the Han people inside will survive!"

When the messenger saw this, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, but in the end he could only bite the bullet and said.