"Eighty thousand elites?!"

Shan Ling and the King of the Southern Regions were stunned for a moment almost at the same time, because they would never have imagined that Fang Zhengzhi would give such an answer anyway.

What is the total strength of the Southern Regions?

That is, a force of more than 400,000 troops.

Eighty thousand, and it is still eighty thousand, and there are even three thousand silver-horned wolf riders in the Southern Regions, such a loss is equivalent to cutting off a right-hand arm in the Southern Regions.

Not to mention that Shanling and the King of the Southern Regions disagreed, even Princess Shanyu couldn't agree.

"Impossible!" replied Shan Ling almost without even thinking about it.

The lips of the King of the Southern Regions also moved slightly, but he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth before he spoke, and then he also looked at the mountains and rains beside him, and there was some indication in his eyes.

Of course, Princess Shanyu understood the meaning in her father's eyes, but she also probably understood the meaning of Fang Zhengzhi's words.

Then she didn't speak.

Least......

Now she won't open her mouth for a while.

After Fang Zhengzhi heard Shan Ling's words, he picked up a cup full of Southern Regions specialty wine on the table, and casually poured it into his mouth.

This one is a bit big.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't care too much about it, because he had drunk the wine that Fuji Shisheng and others had brought with him, but when this wine was consumed, he had a feeling of wanting to breathe fire.

It's spicy!

It's just like the alcohol in the previous life.

His face turned red, and Fang Zhengzhi quickly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, pressed the remaining liquor in his mouth, and then spit out a long breath of wine.

All right......

Sure enough, you still can't pretend too much.

When the King of the Southern Regions and Shan Ling saw this scene, they immediately glanced at each other again.

"Lord Fang has a good amount of wine, this wine is a treasure of the Southern Regions, usually even this king only dares to drink it in small sips, I didn't expect Lord Fang's amount of wine to be so good?" The words of the King of the Southern Regions didn't seem to have anything to do with what he said just now, but at this time, the purpose was obvious.

Ease the atmosphere.

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to spray back, what a fart of alcohol, but when the words came to his mouth, he still changed a sentence: "Thank you for the praise!"

After the words fell, Fang Zhengcheng finally had no intention of eating and drinking anymore, leaned back and changed into an extremely comfortable position.

"Since the prince doesn't want to abandon these 80,000 elites of the Southern Regions, he should have thought of some good way, right?" Fang Zhengzhi said as he looked at Shan Ling.

"Is there a way for this son, that's the matter of this son!" Shan Ling's hand tightened again, but his tone still seemed extremely confident and tough.

"It is indeed the matter of the prince, the demon clan of the Holy Mountain City has set off overnight, I believe that it will be able to reach the back of the Tieqiu tribe at noon tomorrow, and now, the army of the southern region is stuck outside the Han Ape tribe, I am really a little curious, what is the method of His Royal Highness the prince?" Fang Zheng nodded straightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Shan Ling's face changed, of course he knew the current situation, but, as Fang Zhengzhi said, now that the self-protection of the Holy Mountain City has become a problem, where can there be troops sent to support?

"Fang Zhengzhi, don't sell Guan Zi anymore, just say what you can!" Although Shan Ling didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a little at a loss now.

"There's no way, I just said, the only way now is to give up these 80,000 elites, give up the Holy Mountain City, escape to the jungle of the Southern Regions, hide for a few days according to the terrain, and when the army of the Southern Regions arrives, then try to make a comeback!" Fang Zheng shook his head with a helpless expression.

"You...... If you want to come this far, how can this Shizi need to ask you?!" Hearing this, Shan Ling's tone finally became a little angry.

"Yes, why did His Highness ask me? I said it, giving up 80,000 elites is the only way, oh, yes...... Does His Royal Highness really think that only 80,000 elites can block the two-way attack of the demons? Or will the prince naively think that after the Tieqiu tribe is broken, the demons will let go of the remaining elites, and then, leave a knife behind his back?" Fang Zheng spread his hands.

"You ......" Shan Ling's face changed again.

It became extremely white, because he knew very clearly that what Fang Zhengzhi said was the truth, and the demon clan would never let go of the 80,000 elites, not a single soldier or soldier.

When the surrounding maids of the Southern Regions heard this, their faces all became extremely pale in an instant, 80,000 warriors of the Southern Regions, there were their families in them.

"Please save my brother, he is a warrior in the Southern Regions, since he was five years old, he has made great contributions to the conquest of the Southern Regions, the king should not give up on my brother!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, be gracious, you must save the Tieqiu tribe, I ...... My home is in Iron Hill, and my 70-year-old father and mother are still in Iron Hill......"

"Your Majesty, Prince, Princess, save the warriors who are fighting on Iron Hill!"

One by one, the maids of the Southern Regions finally knelt down, prostrate on the ground one by one, begging and bowing to the king, the prince and the prince in their hearts.

The King of the Southern Regions looked at the maids of the Southern Regions who were prostrate on the ground below, and his face also changed slightly.

As the lord of the Southern Regions, how could he not know what kind of situation it was now, 80,000 elites, if he really gave up those 80,000 elites?

Then he, the king of the Southern Regions, doesn't have to be either.

Princess Shanyu's face was also a little ugly at the moment, the eighty thousand elites were all personally selected by her, and each of them contributed to the Southern Regions.

How can I discard?

"Fang Zhengzhi, do you have any way?" Shan Ling's tone was cold, and the knife in his hand slowly fell, once again resting on the neck of Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites.

The body of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu suddenly stiffened.

looked at Fang Zhengzhi who was leaning back on the chair with a leisurely appearance, he really hated it, he knew that Fang Zhengzhi was harming him now, deliberately harming him.

But what could he do?

"Lord Fang, if you don't look at the face of your own official, you should always look at the lives of tens of thousands of warriors in the Southern Regions, right? If you can...... Please also ...... Please come to the rescue!" Rite Department Shangshu gritted his teeth, looking extremely difficult.

"Lord Shangshu is scheming, worthy of being a scheming, treacherous and cunning representative, don't ask me to save you, but beg me to save the Southern Regions, this patience and leniency, really make me admire this. Fang Zhengzhi heard the words of the Ministry of Rites, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The face of the Ministry of Rites turned dark.

He tried to argue, but as soon as the words came out, he swallowed again.

It wasn't that he was afraid of offending Fang Zhengzhi, but as soon as Fang Zhengzhi's words fell, the knife on Shanling's neck trembled significantly.

Obviously......

Shan Ling heard the grudge between Fang Zhengzhi and the Ministry of Rites.

Then, the plan to threaten Fang Zhengcheng with the Ministry of Rites is somewhat ridiculous.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu saw this, but he was one of the six Shangshu in his dignified manner, and was scolded by a fourth-grade official for being scheming and cunning, but he didn't dare to argue.

This resentment did make him a little angry.

"Poof!" A mouthful of old blood sprayed on the ground, and Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites finally fainted, not because he was physically exhausted, but because he really didn't have the face to continue to stay awake.

Fang Zhengzhi glanced at the Shangshu of the Ministry 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 Regions and Princess Shanyu not far away, as well as the maids of the Southern Regions who were prostrate on the ground, thought about it, and finally spoke.

"In the current situation, I really have no way, and I believe that the king and the prince will not have a way, because this is a dead end, and this dead end is not caused by others, but by the son!" Fang Zhengzhi finished speaking, and then he didn't speak anymore, because he knew that Shan Ling could understand the meaning of his words.

Shan Ling fell silent.

He did understand the meaning of Fang Zhengzhi's words.

A quarter of an hour ago, he had told the King of the Southern Regions and the Princess of Shanyu about his grand plan, and vowed to kill the people who negotiated peace.

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 hole cards that could threaten him and even put it on the table for negotiation, but after listening to Fang Zheng's words, he felt that he had no way out.

A strange change of mentality.

All changes are just a few simple words.

Could it be that this is the "three-inch tongue" recorded in the "Taoist Classics" in the Great Xia Dynasty, and the city can be recovered without a single soldier?

Shanling never believed in such a thing.

Even now, he is not very willing to believe and accept.

But is there a way out for him?

If he continues to persevere, the 80,000 elites will be ruined, which has almost become a fact that does not need to be argued, then he will only have peace talks.

Ask for help from Great Xia, and ask Great Xia to give up the resistance of the Cold Ape Tribe......

Just for that ridiculous time.

Three days!

Wait a minute!

Wrong!

Even if the peace talks are made now, and Great Xia abandons the Han Ape Tribe, then it will take a day to go from the Cold Ape Tribe to the Holy Mountain City, and then from the Holy Mountain City to the Iron Soldier Tribe......

It's too late!

With an army of more than 300,000 people, it is simply impossible to reach the Tieqiu tribe before the 50,000 demon soldiers of the demon race, so what's the point of peace talks?

"It's too late, it's too late...... From the Cold Ape Tribe to the Iron Hill Tribe it will take at least two or three days...... Fang Zheng, you treacherous villain, this son almost fell for you, even if our Southern Regions are now making peace with you in Great Xia, the warriors of the Tieqiu tribe will still not survive, you are deceiving this son, you are provoking the relationship between this son and his father and sister, you want to let the Southern Regions fight, so that you can take advantage of the fisherman's profits, right? It's ridiculous that your father and sister really believe you!"

When Shan Ling said the end, his gaze also became extremely cold, and the knife in his hand was even more terrifying.

"Huh!"

A flash of cold light.

A human head flew directly into the air, and then fell to the ground.

Blood was flying in the air.

The change in this scene was so fast that people couldn't react at all, and the maids in the southern region stared blankly at the head that rolled down beside them, and they all stared at each other, and let out a neat exclamation.

"Ahh

The King of the Southern Regions was also a little shocked, although he knew Shanling's character very well, he still didn't expect Shanling to act so decisively.

Princess Shanyu has seen too much blood, but what kind of place is this?

Palace!

The palace of the kings of the Southern Regions!

When did so much blood get stained in the royal palace of the Southern Regions?

"Third brother, ...... you" Princess Shanyu was a little puzzled, obviously she had seen a turnaround just now, why did she suddenly become like this?

Of course, if you really want to talk about it, you don't understand.

Of course, the one who doesn't understand the most is the Lord of the Ministry of Rites......

He didn't understand why he had already pretended to faint, and he obviously didn't say a word, why he was still so sustained.

At least......

When you cut it, can you say it?

Rite Shoshu's eyes finally opened a little when his head fell to the ground, but the only thing he could see clearly was a bright knife and the blood flowing from the knife.

"That's my blood, right?"

These were the last words that flashed through the mind of the Ministry of Rites.

Fang Zhengzhi once heard a sentence in his previous life, and there are many versions of that sentence, for example, if you don't agree with you, you will sell cuteness, and if you don't agree with you, you will drive......

Now what's it called?

Do you kill someone if you don't agree with each other?

"Lord Rite Minister, I'm sorry, I'm really not ready this time...... Fang Zheng looked straight at the Lord Rite Department Scholar on the ground who didn't bat until death, and sighed softly.

"Fang Zhengzhi, suffer death!" Shan Ling obviously didn't mean to give Fang Zhengzhi any more chance now, killing the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites was just a gesture.

Or rather, he did it casually.

There is no purpose, just to vent, to vent his anger at being played by Fang Zheng, and also to express his determination to never die with the Chinese side's honest and treacherous schemes.

The cold is abundant.

The sound of the knife groaned softly, it was a huge momentum.

As the prince of the Southern Regions, Shan Ling's strength is not low, it can even be said to be very high, and it is a little terrifyingly high, which is partly due to his superb talent.

Another part is his hard work, how strong will a person with great talent and hard enough to work hard be?

Basically conceivable.

In fact, it is precisely because Shanling's talent is too high that, in his eyes, his two brothers with good talent will seem so "mediocre".

The blade has not arrived.

But the chill had already rushed to Fang Zhengzhi in advance, causing a layer of frost to form on the heavy rattan armor on Fang Zhengzhi's body in an instant.

Boundary......

Late stage of the reincarnation realm!

"What if I say that I have a way to send soldiers to the Iron Hill Tribe before the demons?" Fang Zhengzhi said as he stretched out his hand and patted the frost stained on the vine armor.

Bang Bang Bang ......

With a straight slap, the frost fell to the ground like snow.

And the knife finally stopped, only an inch away from the straight throat, and a buzzing moan sounded from the tip of the knife, it was the low cry of death. (To be continued.) )