"You are saying this, as if I want to push the credit outward, deliberately trying to let those people go. Then, according to the scheduled time, I will go back to catch up on sleep first. ”

The Manchurian military general Su Hetai muttered, and walked to his tent with an impatient face.

Next to his tent stood a large tent with a gold trim pattern.

The sound of prayers came from inside, and Su Hetai did not go directly back to his tent, but stood respectfully in front of the tent, waiting for the prayer to end.

On the other side, Shang Biao also ran into a little trouble.

Yuantong, who disappeared for a few days, didn't know when he would come back, and the army under the mountain naturally couldn't hide it from him.

"Amitabha, what does Brother Dao want to do, if it is only for preaching, why do you want to provoke the government army and attract encirclement and suppression?"

The round and shiny head reflected the firelight, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes looked at Shang Biao sitting by the bonfire without blinking.

"Do you mean to let the refugees starve to death in order not to anger the government?"

Shang Biao raised his eyelids, glanced at Yuantong and asked.

"The little monk doesn't want to argue with Brother Dao, now I only ask how you should deal with the official army under the mountain."

"Let it be, if you truly believe in the Son of Yama, you will be blessed by God. He just wanted to continue preaching and spreading the gospel. ”

For Shang Biao's answer, YTO was not satisfied.

"Save people's lives, win the seventh-level floating slaughter, and you will watch these people who trust you die in the hands of the government?"

"Oh, what advice do you have?"

"Now inform everyone to flee in all directions, there are not many officers and soldiers under the mountain, and fleeing for their lives at night is enough to keep most of them alive."

Since he came to persuade Shang Biao, Yuantong had already prepared a draft in his heart, and even thought of an idea for him.

It's a pity that Shang Biao doesn't want these people to live.

What he wants is enough human life to mend the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, and believers are like leeks that will soon grow again after a stubble.

Human life is the least valuable thing in troubled times.

"This doesn't have to worry about Daoyou, after dawn, Poor Dao will personally find my Zhou Governor to explain the situation, and return his sister by the way. If he still insists on not letting go of God's believers, then I have to let him know the consequences of being ungodly. ”

Shang Biao talked a few nonsense, trying to fool Yuantong over.

"The Dao of cultivators is suppressed in the barracks, and it doesn't play much role at all. And the officials are protected by the fortunes of the country, unless the country is destroyed, otherwise your strange methods will not threaten them.

If you want to talk, show your sincerity, if you are willing to dissolve the believers, the little monk on behalf of Guangde Temple can be a guarantee in front of the Zhou Governor's Mansion. ”

The army suppressed Shang Biao, but it was the first time he had heard of this official protection.

YTO wouldn't deceive him with this kind of thing, that is, there is a thing. But that's right, there is even such a thing as a dragon vein in this world, not to mention official luck.

Getting a secret message, Shang Biao has a deeper understanding of this plot world.

The thought in his heart was fleeting, and Shang Biao did not refute Yuantong's suggestion, smiled and said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, then there will be a recommendation from a friend of the Taoist." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Yuantong's eyes, as if he didn't expect Shang Biao to speak so well, and he didn't know what attention he had.

However, for the sake of the lives of nearly 10,000 people, he is still willing to work hard to mediate.

"In that case, then I'll go to Governor Zhou now, and you wait for my news."

The divine foot came out, and Yuantong disappeared in front of Shang Biao's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe, that's naïve."

Shang Biao shook his head, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

What is the personality of the others, Shang Biao is not clear, after searching the soul of Wang Pengliang's wife, he knows a lot about the Zhou Governor's Mansion, which is an official fan, plus he regards wealth as his life.

If Yuantong takes a box of gold bricks to adjust, there may be a glimmer of hope, just with a three-inch tongue, even if he wears out the skin of his mouth, he can't move the black-hearted Zhou Governor.

What is his group of people in the eyes of Lord Zhou! It is a military achievement, a political achievement, and a ladder to climb.

Affected by the information explosion in reality, coupled with years of social experience, Shang Biao knows the nature of this kind of person too well.

In order to climb up, even if you recognize your father and daughter, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize your six relatives, as long as you can hold the power.

After Yuantong left, Shang Biao also ended his meditation and cultivation, posted an invisibility talisman, and quietly left the mountain.

There was nothing to do all night, and when the morning sun had not yet appeared, and the sky was light, the camp of the officers and soldiers began to bury pots and cook rice.

Yuantong, who was imprisoned all night, kept spinning the rosary in his hand and walked around restlessly.

This small military tent couldn't trap him, but the threat of the Zhou Governor's Mansion restrained him and he didn't dare to escape.

Nearly 10,000 lives not far away, and dozens of monks in Guangde Temple, which is more important, he did not come up with an answer to this multiple-choice question all night.

Just as Shang Biao expected, Zhou Zhifu didn't listen to him at all, so he summoned a group of soldiers with muskets to surround him.

For the sake of his master's face, Zhou Zhifu didn't treat him well, and promised to let him go as long as this battle was over. At the same time, he also warned Yuantong that if he fled, the entire Guangde Temple would be with the rebels.

Time passed unconsciously, and when Yuantong heard the order to open the army, his body froze in place.

"Amitabha, the little monk is guilty!"

Yuantong cried like blood, and knelt down in the direction of the army's advance.

An hour later, the believers of the Son of Heaven on the hill were eating breakfast, each with a bowl of white rice porridge in their hands, and the sound of inhaling and swallowing porridge continued.

Some relatively wealthy people soaked the condiments they had hidden in their bodies, such as salt, dried cakes, and other things into bowls, and found a place where there were few people to drink secretly.

This is probably the beheading of most of the people, because the 1,000 soldiers of the government have already surrounded them from all sides with muskets in their hands and sabers at their waists.

"Bang"

Su Hetai fired the first shot into the sky, and then the green smoke from the gunpowder filled the air, and it became a piece.

"Run!" "Official, spare your life!"

The cries of escape, the sorrow of begging for mercy, resounded through the mountains.

"General, what are we going to do!"

Among the members of the Dharma Protector Team, someone finally couldn't hold back their fear and asked.

Han Er, who had a snake face, was their last support, and everyone's eyes were on Han Er.

"Find corpses as meat shields, those who have weapons and I will take the lead in breaking through, and those who don't have weapons will be reserves, and try to pick up the weapons of the dead to replace them."

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, Han Er has a thousand strategies, and he has no weapons under his hands, and he can't use them.

Seeing Han Er taking the lead in the charge, the members of the Dharma Protector Team felt a little relieved, and they all picked up the corpses of the dead believers on the ground and hugged them and followed.

The battle is fierce here, and another hill not far away is about to start a fight.

One of the protagonists is Shang Biao, and the other is an old woman wearing a colorful shaman suit, a brocade feather, and a shaman-special magic drum on her waist and hips.

The two confronted each other quietly, and their momentum was rising.