One said that it was a third party, Zhao Gao's journey was actually a deal without a father and a mother, Fiona had the "forbidden area" behind her support, and Edward III got a lot of convenience from the "Land of the Gods". Only Zhao Gao, while calculating the general trend, he still has to prepare to fight the knife, and he has to look at the face of the will of the plot world with only one eye in the back of his head, and any wrong step is equivalent to failure.

It's like pulling meat out of a wolf's mouth, and the wolf hasn't bitten the meat yet, so naturally he can't get anything; If the shot is slow, the wolf has already swallowed the meat in his stomach, and it is also in vain. If you want to make a gain, you have to wait for the wolf to bite the meat off the prey with all its might, and then when it does not come back to its senses, it will pull out the meat with lightning speed.

For example, at the moment, even if Zhao Gao has the strength to defeat the British king, he can't act rashly, otherwise he will make a wedding dress for Edward III; The defeat of the English king could not wait for the complete defeat of Edward III, when Fiona was free and he was no match for the Ruler. The only chance was to get stuck in the middle, and the short respite after the battle between the two sides was his chance. The question of how to grasp a degree is very important.

Even in order to get such a third-party opportunity, Zhao Gao paid a great price.

In order to win the trust of Edward III, he not only sold his nearly 20,000 peasant strongmen, but also sold the gray territory obtained after killing York, and even directly used the drugs worth millions of points in exchange for Meng Buhou's body, which was to send a message to Edward III that Meng Buhou was a hole card that Zhao Gao could not give up.

This is a Chosen Warrior with the ability of "Natural Commander" and two divine skills, Aura and Legion Skills, even if the attributes are a little worse, it can be cultivated little by little. On the plane battlefield, the value of such a unit is not even below that of Edward III's thirteen black-armored knights, and it is impossible for any noble pioneer on the ground to give up this unit, even Edward III himself, may not be coveted.

From this point of view, it can be inferred that putting Meng Buhou's command in the hands of Edward III is equivalent to handing over a hostage of great value to him, which is the most fundamental reason why Zhao Gao was able to successfully withdraw from the "Golden Sweat Tent"!

Under the nest, there are no eggs, and the gecko is still struggling to survive, not to mention Zhao Gao, who has always been resolute?

Pushing Meng Bu into such a dangerous situation was also his helpless choice. After reading the epic attributes of "Wei Wushu", no one is more sure of Edward III's defeat than Zhao Gao, even if he has something to rely on, he can't resist in the face of absolute strength.

The main general of the British army has not thrown the "British longbowmen" into the battlefield, but waited patiently on the sidelines, in addition to the fear of loss, there is also absolute confidence in the victory of this battle, otherwise the battle is lost, what is the value of keeping the soldiers?

What's more, the will of the plot world will always be snooped on the side......

In the face of huge benefits, Edward III seems to have taken a very clever move, but in the final analysis, it is a stupid trick.

"If Edward III had enough authority to know how much time it would take to cut off Joan of Arc from this plot world, then it is impossible for the plot world will itself not to know."

At the same time, Zhao Gao calmly lay on his back on the ground, holding a piece of grass root in his mouth that he didn't know where to get it, and said leisurely. Fang Jingshu next to her actually pulled out all the surrounding grasses, and then carefully selected the shape, color, and length that were perfect, washed them with clean water, and then handed them to Zhao Gao's hands.

"I have to say, your methods are despicable enough!" A cold snort followed. Compared with Fang Jingshu, Zhao Fujin, a follower, is simply a negative teaching material, expecting her to serve is no drama at all, and not singing the right play is to save face.

There is no way, all the historical plot characters have a little bit of the rules of the world itself, and Zhao Fujin's C-level level possession is naturally not too much, but there is still a decisive difference with Fang Jingshu, a unit that is purely generated by the plot world.

"I just don't know how likely it is that Meng Bu will survive, it's a pity that this unit is lost." Fang Jingshu pondered her words for a moment, and tried her best to put herself in the position of the hostess and said. Since obtaining the inheritance of the "Eight-Foot Qiong Hook Jade", her level has been improved in an instant, but her intelligence level has slowly and gradually grown, and now she has begun to try to put forward her own opinions and fight back against Zhao Fujin, although most of the time she suffers more losses.

Before Zhao Gao could speak, Zhao Fujin moved his hand again, but Zhao Fujin, who had suffered a loss, was on guard, and avoided her claws on one side of his head, and at the same time showed a vigilant look on his face.

It's a pity that this kind of vigilance completely disappeared after Zhao Fujin took out a silk scarf from his personal space. With the "Seven Tricks", a C-technique historical plot skill, Zhao Fujin casually made out everything that had a strong attraction to Fang Jingshu, only to see the latter close his eyes in pain, but he involuntarily walked over.

This is the innate suppression effect of the hierarchy after mastering the rules.

Zhao Gao gently spit out the grass root in his mouth, straightened up, and picked one from Fang Jingshu's hand and stuffed it into his mouth. After such a toss, Fang Jingshu suddenly came to her senses, and she was furious again in her heart, but she had to hide behind Zhao Gao, and her face also showed a look of fear.

"Uh-huh!" Zhao Fujin threw the silk scarf in his hand, Fang Jingshu hesitated, the powerful allure of the rules overcame the newly born self-esteem, and silently reached out and grabbed it, but the body did not come out from behind Zhao Gao.

"The possibility of Meng not surviving depends on whether Edward III is ruthless enough!" Zhao Fujin chuckled again as he watched Fang Jingshu's movements, before continuing, "If we find a way to get Meng Bufu into the camp from our scruples and status, then the chances of him escaping safely under the covering attack of the longbowmen are very small; If he didn't care about Meng Buhou's life and death, and just hoped that he could hold back more offensive units, then Meng Buhou's obscene 'fake death' skill might be successful. ”

"Whatever we choose, that's the only source of information we have right now." Zhao Gao said calmly, since the cards have been thrown, it is actually meaningless to worry too much, the only thing that can be determined is that Meng Buhou will not survive in the end but will not die easily.

"The British forces will win, then in the last time Edward III will definitely fight with all his might, and all the power will be thrown out by him without any choice!" Zhao Gao said lightly, "The reason why he let me go is not only because he is afraid of my 'honorary citizen', but also because he is worried that I have special props to forcibly escape. ”

This is a game of psychological state, and the final result often depends on the price paid by both parties and psychological expectations, and it just so happens that Zhao Gao has set these two points perfectly from the beginning, so the result is just as he expected.

"Because of this jealousy, and Meng Buhou's individual value is too high, so he won't give up easily, so as soon as the news of Meng Buhou's death or fake death comes over, it's time for us to do it." Zhao Gao seemed to be explaining to Zhao Fujin and them, in fact, he was just repeating the entire plan to detect any big flaws in it, this was the last step before the decision was made, once it was really done, there was no way out.

As for the "despicable" in Zhao Fujin's mouth, Zhao Gao had no intention of defending it at all, judging from the dense crowd of people in the distance, it was not too much to say that it was despicable.

Meanness is the pass of the mean. In space, in the world of the plot and even in the land of the gods, and even in reality, this sentence has always been interpreted as correct countless times.

PS: Brothers who have a book list can help add one, and it won't be collected for a few days. I'm going to add a more chapter today.