The Duke of Qin was cold all over.

There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, without hiding it.

Since the appearance of the Duke of Qin, he has seemed to be mindless and controversial, but in fact he can see the situation clearly than anyone else.

"I can go and persuade them to give you the power to command the troops." Duke Qin gritted his teeth and said.

Xu Yi shook his head: "Duke, do you believe it?"

"I……"

The Duke of Qin was depressed.

The thirteen princes each had their own plans. If it weren’t for the crisis of life and death, who would have been willing to hand over his life to others?

The Qin Gong believed in Xu Yi because he felt a strong and righteous spirit from Xu Yi's spirit, although this strong and righteous spirit was mixed with a strong blood-smelling aura that made people's scalp numb.

But because of this, Duke Qin believed more and more that Xu Yi was able to do what he said.

But others won't believe it.

The current state of praying for the wishes is no longer the past. The royal family is weak and the princes are rising. His Duke no longer has the ability to make the princes obey orders.

"Five hundred thousand!"

The Duke of Qin's lips squirmed: "This is a 500,000 living life! They are fathers, sons, husbands, family expectations and future, and also the passionate child I pray for!"

Xu Yi said indifferently: "War, how can there be no one who can't die?"

Duke Qin turned and left, his back was depressed.

Behind Xu Yiyi, Xue Yizhen showed an unbearable look on his face.

"My king..."

"Let's talk about it when you go back."

Under the night, Xu Yi and Xue Yizhen returned to the house where they were temporarily living.

The door cannot be closed and I am too lazy to close it.

Xu Yi sat down on the chair, and Xue Yiting took the initiative to pour a cup of hot water.

"Old Xue, do you think I'm cruel? I'll have to spend 500,000 lives to exchange for my chance of taking power." Xu Yi asked.

Xue Yiting was silent for a long time.

Xu Yi looked at Xue Yizhen and his eyes became sharp: "Remember, you are the commander of the Taiyi Army in the Southern Xinjiang War Zone of the Tianlong Kingdom! There are thousands or even tens of thousands of Taiyi Army soldiers under your command!"

"Although you are a logistics department and don't have to fight against the enemy, I want you to know a little."

Xu Yi's voice was as cold as a thousand years old: "Ci is not in charge of the army!"

"No one wants to see the war happen, but once a war breaks out, how can people not die? How do millions of loyal souls in southern Xinjiang come from? The corpses of southern Xinjiang can pave every inch of land in Jiaozhou! The blood of southern Xinjiang can irrigate the farmlands of the three prefectures!"

Xu Yi let out a sigh of relief: "Do you know, without the death of these 500,000 people, what would the prayer be like?"

Xue Yixian's face was pale and could not answer.

Xu Yi pointed at himself: "Only I can save the present prayer! Once I can't control the troops, the Pass of Enlightenment will be broken! Once the Pass of Enlightenment is broken, the 500,000 troops that will come next will be able to enter the vast territory of prayer, millions! Tens of millions of prayer people will be slaughtered by scimitars and spears, and blood can dye the entire line of the prayer river red! The bones can pile up the second Liantian Mountains!"

"Aren't they life? Compared to them, what is the 500,000 army? Soldiers die in hundreds of battles and wear corpses in horses. It is fate and responsibility! If they knew that their death could be exchanged for the lives of countless compatriots, would they be willing?"

Xue Yizhen's hands were trembling.

Xu Yi said sternly: "You go and ask the soldiers in southern Xinjiang, are they willing to exchange the lives of countless compatriots for the deaths of 500,000 people?"

Xue Yi's needle trembled even harder.

Do you need to ask?

If Xu Yizhen said this to the soldiers in southern Xinjiang, there would probably be countless people who would rush to die and would be willing to end their lives immediately in exchange for the lives of millions of compatriots!

There is no doubt about this!

"If one day."

Xu Yi's voice became low: "Southern Xinjiang needs to sacrifice the lives of all Taiyi Army in exchange for peace in the south of Tianlong. I will sacrifice Taiyi Army without hesitation, even if I bear the infamy for thousands of years."

Xue Yizhen bent one knee, and his old face was already red as blood.

"I, Xue Yizhen, are willing to give everything for the safety of Tianlong!"

Xu Yi helped Xue Yiming up.

His eyes were burning: "With me in southern Xinjiang, the southern Xinjiang would not be defeated! The southern Xinjiang would not be defeated, and the south of Tianlong would never be in chaos! By the same token, if I were in power, I would not lose! The vast army would never come back!"

These domineering words and strong confidence were like a magic needle for stabilizing the sea. While Xue Yijian was at peace, his blood was boiling.

He said seriously: "I know I am wrong! The loss of the 500,000 army is just the pain of prayer, just like wisdom teeth. If you pull it, you will bleed, but if you don't pull it, it will be even more painful!"

"Just understand."

Xu Yi turned around and entered the house: "Stay good rest, tomorrow, you may not be able to bear it."

Xue Yizhen was slightly stunned.

He didn't understand what Xu Yi meant.

But the next day, when a bloody battle came, Xue Yizhen understood.

...

Eight in the morning.

There were bursts of screams and scoldings outside the Pass of Wudao.

In front of the vast army, a huge screen was sewn with tents, etc., which read "Pray for the waste of the country, and the whole nation is a sick man."

Countless ridicule and scolding were continuous.

Some soldiers even urinated in public, saying that they could drown the more than one billion ants in the Prayer Kingdom if they were soaked.

This kind of humiliation is unbearable.

I pray that the thirteen princes will gather together, and that the master-level strong men under my command, even ordinary soldiers, will fight one after another.

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated. If he is too vast, he must wash away the shame with blood.

Cao Dingtian's face was extremely gloomy and said, "Everyone, can he bear it?"

"cannot!"

"How we fight is our prayer. Cangmang takes the opportunity to attack and occupy my beautiful mountains and rivers, and is even more humiliating. When our prayers are really no one! If these Cangmang barbarians cannot be destroyed, how can we explain to the more than one billion people who pray for them? We will become sinners forever!"

"Teacher Cao, tell me, what should we do, we will never lose our chains! Even if we are trying our best to do this, I will let the Cangmang Dog Army die here!"

The crowd was excited and the arrow was already on the string.

Cao Dingtian looked at Yang Sai.

Yang Sai immediately spoke first: "I am willing to leave my 100,000 troops to fight against the vast territory!"

Everyone felt a little moved in an instant.

As one of the three great princes, Yang Sai gave people the impression that he was selfish.

But now, he is willing to send out 100,000 troops, and it is indeed a sign of true feelings in the face of disaster.

"I have only 50,000 troops under my command, all of them are going up!"

"Me too!"

"I'm 50,000, too!"

Everyone talked.

Everyone has their own little plan, but now, under the atmosphere, everyone has indeed forgotten their selfishness and sincerity. They want to repel the vast army, and they can pay all the price for it.

And this is what Cao Dingtian wants to see the most.

He looked at Duke Qin and said, "Duke, what do you say?"

The Duke of Qin said lightly: "I will not send troops."

"What?"

Everyone was furious.
Chapter completed!