"Lord Huangdao, how do you say this? I, Li Mu, am Li Mu, and I may have changed my appearance for a while, but I, Li Mu, was born in the Song Dynasty. Lurking in the enemy camp is also an expedient measure, where will you feel at ease to work for the Tartar dogs? ”

Except for the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master here, there are no outsiders around, Li Mu said bluntly and unabashedly.

"That's good! Presumably General Li was also deceived! These alien warriors under your command are not known to the foreign clan of Fanbang after all. The old man passed by Shangqiu and saw too many reckless Mongols, bullying men and women, robbing property, and committing crimes.

Among the commoners, the Mongols are the best, the second son of the color eye, and the Han people are the lowliest. When a Han man and a woman get married, the woman must give the first night to the Mongols. Those who dare to be disrespectful will be killed on the spot, and their families will be exterminated.

Only the Han officials under the king of the sect who are Wen Buhua understand some truths, and the people under their rule do not have to follow those evil ways. However, Shangqiu stationed a large number of Mongol troops, especially the subordinates of Ye Migan, one of Namu Huali's grandsons, who loved to break into people's houses and bully other people's wives in front of Han men.

Such a bastard, King Zong Kouwen does not spend his subordinate Han officials to deal with it fairly, and he can be regarded as a rare good official. But he was beheaded by your subordinate Alechidang Street, and offered to the wild scorn tent to ask for merit. The dog fights against the power of the people and helps the abuse, even the old man can't stand it.

Okay now, since Tuoba Han is General Li, how should your own subordinates deal with it, and you don't need the old man to do more care, right? ”

The Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master stroked his beard, smiling and thinking that Li Mu would do what he said, but he didn't expect Li Mu to say unexpectedly with a deep groan: "It turns out that this is the case, then it's not to blame Alechi." That's what I told them to do.

The Lord of Yellow Island. Don't be angry just yet. Listen to me slowly. It's not that I, Li Mu, have changed, but I've realized it.

For example, today, the Mongolian iron cavalry swept through Europe and Asia, invincible. Khorezm, Jin, Kipchak, and Kievan Rus' fell one after another, and there was no one in the frontal front, and the country was the opponent of the Mongols. Even if Prince Yue is alive, he can only defend the city like Du Dashuai and Zhao Shangshu did back then, and go out to fight purely to kill himself.

Military warfare does not work. My assassination of Chahan and Kouwen also ended in failure. Now that I think about it, even if the assassination is successful, will there be a shortage of talents who can fight in the Mongolian iron cavalry?

So after I was wanted by the Great Song Dynasty, I simply changed my appearance and lurked inside the Mongol Empire. Disintegrating the enemy from within and corrupting their court is the best way to tear them apart. ”

Leaving the Great Song Dynasty two years ago, Li Mu went all the way west, walked through countless countries that were slaughtered by the Mongols, and gathered dozens of foreign warriors with good qualifications and understanding.

Now he has ascended to the sky with the help of Naima's regency, and he sits in the four provinces of Zhongzhou. His subordinates Zalandin and Alecia were also entrusted with important tasks, and the court and the Western Regions were stuffed with countless treacherous villains.

Rather, they were the pillars of the Mongol Empire. The more unlikely it is to rebel against the die-hard elements, the more Li Mu will kill him with the identity of Tuoba Han, the more he will not be soft.

Li Mu's words are actually that military affairs and martial arts cannot work, and the only way to save the Great Song Dynasty is to divide Mongolia politically.

The Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master is also a smart person, and he can understand it at all, but he still asked dissatisfiedly, "But, but for the sake of our righteousness, do we have to sacrifice those good people?" How innocent, fair, and impartial are those good people, but they die at your hands, and you make those bad people arrogant? ”

"Good guys? Innocent? Lord Huangdao, you and I are both understanding people, are there really innocent good people under Mongolian rule? In order for his son to have enough to eat, the robber father broke into someone else's house to burn, kill and loot, and for his son, the robber father was indeed a good man.

But for our Song people, as well as the countless civilizations slaughtered on the way of the Mongols' westward conquest, will we, the victims of the destruction of the country and the nation, be the robbers good or bad? Under the rule of the Mongols, they were nothing more than slave owners, subjects and slaves, soldiers in wartime and people in leisure time, who did not have a few lives in their hands, and who was innocent?

If the Mongols are compared to wolves, there are actually only two kinds, one is the butcher who eats too much and has no plan and no brain. The other is like a calculating person who is not warm and calculating, and the subordinate people are wiped out of blood, and they voluntarily serve as captive pigs for slaughter.

If the threat of slaughter is a hard knife that kills people without seeing blood, then Huairou assimilation is a soft knife that kills without seeing blood. Without this soft knife, the Mongol butcher's knife would not last long, no matter how hard it was.

It's easy to fight the world, but it's not so simple to sit in the world, just rely on their backward slave tribal civilization of the Tartar dogs, how can they rule our advanced civilizations. Lord Huangdao, I have said so much, can you understand now why I kill good people and loyal ministers? ”

It's just that Huang Yaoshi is a Jianghu person after all, and he has a chivalrous heart after all, and after knowing Li Mu's overall plan, he still can't turn around in his thinking. Unable to agree with Li Mu's theory, but it was not unreasonable, the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master could only sigh and fly away with light skills.

If you are an ordinary person, how can Li Mu be willing to talk so much nonsense.

It's not for solicitation, it's just that it failed again the second time.

Now Li Mu has an identity and status, a house and a car, money and power, but the concept of saving the country is too shocking and vulgar, and even the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, who has always disrespected the etiquette law, can't accept it.

Seeing that the East Evil Yellow Medicine Master didn't say a word, the person flew away, and Li Mu had no choice but to sigh helplessly and return to Kaifeng City.

The next day was peaceful, and the assassination last night was as if it hadn't happened, and when Tuoba Han was correcting official documents in the administrative office as usual, a strange Han woman came in behind the chief Zalandin.

Tuoba Han's eyes lit up, and he saw that this woman's face was crystal clear, her skin was as bright as snow, and there was a small dimple on her goose egg face, shy and shy, quiet and elegant.

Although she was an extremely beautiful girl, she looked extremely eye-catching, and Tuoba Han didn't know why, so she asked, "Zalandin, who is this girl?" ”

"Master, don't you know?"

Just now I heard that this woman was looking for Tuoba Han outside the yamen, and thought it was the master's good look, and Zalandin, who was extremely envious, brought it in without asking too much.

Now I knew that the master didn't know him, his face changed, and he was about to scold, when he heard this quiet girl and said generously: "Mr. Tuoba, my master is from Peach Blossom Island. I have a letter from his old man, and the master said, "Mr. Tuoba, you will understand it when you read it." ”

Peach Blossom Island, isn't it the East Evil Yellow Pharmacist?

It seems that last night's words still worked, but Huang Laoxie couldn't let go, so he didn't come over in person. Squirming and letting a female apprentice deliver a letter, Tuoba Han could only smile helplessly in his heart.

Under the gate of Peach Blossom Island, talents withered, those who died died, and those who fled.

The girl in front of her was not very old, and Tuoba Han, who knew it in his heart, was not in a hurry to read the letter, but asked: "Girl, but your name is Cheng Ying, and you have been under the island owner for a while, right?" (To be continued.) )

PS: Due to changes in personal circumstances, there will be no time to continue writing in the future, so I can only take the initiative to swing a knife from the palace.

The remaining three chapters are still in manuscript, and all of them will be sent out today.

Thank you readers for your support for nearly a year, and I'm really sorry for stopping in the middle.

I'm sorry I can't finish it!