Under his coercion, beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of the messenger. But thinking about the promise that person made to him, he smiled and said: "Gao Mang is the Heavenly Kingdom, even if he pulls out a team of people at random, he is also well-trained. ”

"We just put together 500 people temporarily, how can we be opponents? If we are officers and men in the army, even if we win, we will not be convinced. ”

As soon as his words came out, there was a dead silence on the high platform of the martial arts arena.

The crown prince was angry, these envoys really did not miss the slightest opportunity. This time, Emperor Qinglong only appeared at the banquet to receive envoys from all over the world, and handed over the matter of martial arts to him to deal with.

These envoys must have seen that their father was in poor health and wanted to test the reality of the court.

Otherwise, how could the demon moth come out at this time?

At this time, it is natural that you must not show weakness. But in addition to the officers and men in the army, where should we find 500 well-trained soldiers to fight?

Wu Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites had a cold sweat on his face, and the important task of receiving these envoys has always been completed by the Ministry of Rites. And this year, under the noses of the officials of the Ministry of Rites, such a drama took place.

Afterwards, he will definitely be held accountable.

These envoys have been planning for a long time, and the samurai accompanying the regiment are highly skilled. Even after a short period of collective training, it can show strong combat power.

If you put it together at random, you will definitely not be able to fight. He wanted to send the personal guards of the Prince Wei Mansion, but in a strict sense, the Wei Mansion also belonged to the army, so it was inevitable that it would be true.

This put the crown prince in a dilemma.

He did not speak, and the envoys fell silent. Some people stroked their beards and looked at the jokes, while others were apprehensive, for fear of being angered.

At this time, Liu Qiran, who was on the viewing seat, came out of the crowd and walked in front of the prince to ask for battle: "Liu Qiran, who is in the Pingguo Mansion, is willing to lead the guards to fight!"

Five hundred, no more, no less, is exactly the pro-health regulation that the national government can have.

Of course, the governments of various countries will also set up guards in Zhuangzi and other places. The court turned a blind eye to these, and it was not counted among the guards.

Liu Qiran took the initiative to ask for the battle and fell through the glasses of many people.

Who in Beijing doesn't know that Pingguo Gong is mediocre and incompetent, and Liu Qiran is just a demon king of the mixed world? Although he has been much more stable after getting married and no longer runs rampant in the streets, his former prestige is still there.

He is a tyrant in Luoyang City, and the champion among the gentlemen.

What are you kidding?

The generals and courtiers at the spectator table were in an uproar, did he know what the meaning of this battle meant? Everyone can't wait to kick Liu Qiran off the stage immediately.

The envoys were in high spirits. How could they not understand the situation in Beijing and the central part of the four major powers, and the Zhongguo Mansion was the strongest in terms of combat strength, while the Pingguo Mansion was the most unbearable.

The prince touched his chin and fixed his eyes on Liu Qiran.

He knew that when Emperor Qinglong set up a situation before, and when there were rumors of the defeat of the battle in the north, Liu Qiran once stood up and wanted to lead the army north. Later, I have been training soldiers in Fuzhong, and I don't know how it is going?

Because of watching the martial arts, Liu Qiran wore a general's armor outside the clothes of the prince, and at this time he knelt on one knee, and his heart was unconcealably excited.

He was missing a chance to perform in front of the crown prince, and this kind of good thing was sent to the door. Moreover, the number of guards he trained was no more, no less, it was five hundred, just because this was the upper limit of the number of guards that the Guogong Mansion could equip with.

After the prince's victory, he tried to take refuge several times, but failed to find the right time.

With the three of the four major princes, would the prince still care about the most inconspicuous Pingguo mansion? Even if Liu Qiran led 500 elite soldiers, it was nothing if they were placed among the troops that the prince could mobilize.

Although Liu Qiran was anxious in his heart, he also waited patiently for the right time.

Finally, despite his painstaking preparations, this time finally appeared!

He raised his head, his eyes were full of flames, full of determination to win, and he arched his hand: "Although Liu Qiran is the son of the world, he is just a nobody in the army. But how can the majesty of Gao Mang be challenged by a small state such as Er?"

He turned to the proposed messenger, his voice as cold as a blade, "You, but you're afraid?"

"Good!" there was a thunderous cheer from the spectators. Liu Qiran is a stunned young man, but this momentum is good, and it is worthy of applause.

In these small countries that came to pay tribute, everyone was huddled. Even those who don't look down on Liu Qiran secretly cheer for him.

It is worthy of being the demon king of the mixed world in Beijing, Liu Qiran glared at him with cold eyes, and the messenger shuddered and stammered: "Please, please rule on Your Highness." ”

The crown prince saw the determination in Liu Qiran's eyes, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay! Tomorrow, Liu Qiran, the prince of Pingguo, will lead five hundred guards to conduct a small military exercise with the allied forces of all nations!"

At this time, the momentum on the high platform has been reversed by Liu Qiran. When the news reached the people in the stands, the entire martial arts arena remembered the enthusiastic applause.

In the hearts of these people, Liu Qiran's name is very loud. It's up to him to fight against the samurai who these small countries have put together improvise, isn't that hand-to-hand?

The prince pressed his hands weakly to calm the cheers.

He looked at the envoy and said lightly: "Since you want to change the rules of martial arts, this color head should also be changed, what do you think?"

"Caitou?" The envoy looked back at the round-faced envoy sitting behind him on the right, and saw that he nodded slightly, and then the envoy said, "Okay, Caitou is up to His Highness." ”

The crown prince smiled faintly and said, "Liu Shizi won, and the tribute of all participating countries will be doubled next year, and there will be no reward this year." If you win, the reward will be doubled this year. ”

The stakes are too big!

The messenger swallowed, he was nothing more than the one who was pushed out to speak, and the bet involved the interests of all small nations. If he promises it, if he loses, the consequences are not something he can afford.

"How? If you don't dare to agree, then tomorrow's martial arts will be the same. ”

"As usual?" It was not easy to push things to this point, and even the opponent has it, and letting everything go on as usual is tantamount to returning to square one.

If it is as usual, it is equivalent to exposing their hidden ambitions, and they have not yet been able to test the reality of the Gaomang Dynasty. To use Gao Mang's saying, it is called not eating mutton but causing a commotion.

The envoys of various countries also heard the prince's words and had mixed reactions.

Among them, the most gloating is that the envoys who did not join the samurai troupe to perform martial arts this time. Watching them shoot themselves in the foot, the envoys were overjoyed.

The strength of the Gaomang Dynasty is so strong, how can it be easily provoked? At this time, before the battle began, it was first surrounded by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The prince did not urge, but took a sip from the teacup, waiting for the messenger's reply.