Chapter Seventy-Seven: This Prince is a bully!

Ye Motian sneered: "As for Nagong, every year you have to pay 500,000 lower grade spirit stones to our Chiyang Kingdom.

Until the next time the Three Kingdoms Martial Arts begins!

But I don't think you can win next time. ”

"The Meteor Country needs to cede the Black Sea Kyushu to our Chiyang Kingdom, and the same is true for Nagong. ”

Ye Motian looked at Bai Shun again.

"It's too much!

The Sixteen Cities of Green Clouds, that is a place where the spirit stone veins are very rich.

And it also has a large number of warriors who can fight well.

Without those sixteen cities, our Cold Moon Kingdom is equivalent to losing an arm!"

Han Bing slapped the table and roared.

The civil and military officials of Chiyang Country also felt that this condition was too harsh.

"It's better to lose an arm than to die!

If you don't agree, not only your mission will not want to return to China.

And you can see Hancock's strength.

I'll let him lead the army to attack the Sixteen Cities of Green Clouds, although it may take a little longer.

But it should be no problem to take it. ”

Ye Motian sneered.

"We, the Meteor Nation, accept His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's proposal. ”

Bai Shun's voice suddenly rang out.

Black Sea Kyushu, which is also a border with Chiyang Province, has fertile land that is convenient for growing all kinds of herbs.

Important for Meteor Nation.

But he couldn't help but accept it.

Because he knows that if he doesn't accept it, he won't want to go back alive.

At this stage, it is better to accept it.

As long as you can go back alive, there is still a chance to get back the land that was ceded.

"Old fox!"

Ye Motian secretly scolded in his heart.

This Bai Shun is much smarter than Han Bing.

Hearing Bai Shun's words, Han Bing fell softly in his seat with a puff.

Originally, he was forced to go to Chiyang Country, but he couldn't pretend to be forced, so he pitted himself.

The Tyrant Wolf King died in battle, and unless the strong man of the hidden world was willing to make a move, it was possible to stop Hancock.

But the problem is that it's just the Sixteen Cities of Green Clouds.

The Cold Moon Country is far from being in danger of annihilation, and the strong man in the hidden world will definitely not be willing to make a move.

This is not a negotiation at all, it is a threat.

If he doesn't agree, he will die.

The Cold Moon Country will also suffer heavy losses.

What to do?

If you can scold Ye Motian to death if you have it in your heart, I'm afraid that Ye Motian has died a thousand times or ten thousand times now.

He cursed Ye Motian to die a good death!

But no matter how much he curses in his heart, his body is honest.

The fear made him unable to even stand on his feet.

"His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes, you must not agree to this treaty that humiliates the country!"

King Zhennan stood up abruptly and said.

"This guy is kind of a man. ”

Ye Motian glanced at King Zhennan lightly, and then gave Hancock a look.

"Is it humiliating to lose power? Are you sure?"

Hancock understood and glanced at King Zhennan indifferently.

At that moment, King Zhennan felt as if he was in a confrontation with ghosts and gods.

A heart is as if it is being pinched in the hand, and it is terrified.

"No! No, this treaty makes perfect sense!"

King Zhennan's so-called manliness disappeared in an instant, and like the Han soldier, he fell limply on his seat.

Shame on you!

"Shameful stuff. ”

Han Bing thought that King Zhennan really had some ability so that he could solve the problem in front of him.

The result is a silver-like pewter head.

Ye Motian also shook his head, he thought that this Zhennan King was a real man.

It's really a vain boast.

"To say yes, or not to say yes?"

Ye Motian asked coldly.

"You, you're a bully!"

Han Bing gritted his teeth and said.

"This prince is a bully, so what?

It's as if your Cold Moon Country is a white lotus, and you haven't bullied others?

I'll ask one last question, yes or no!"

Ye Motian was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Promise!"

When Han Bing said these two words, his whole person almost collapsed.

"Okay, just trouble Prime Minister Wei Feng to supervise the signing of an agreement between the two sides!

In addition, the letter informs the Cold Moon Country and the Meteor Country.

They agreed that the agreement was valid.

If you don't agree, kill all the envoys of these two countries.

The emperor of their country doesn't care anyway. ”

Ye Motian looked at Wei Fengdao.

"The old minister obeys!"

Wei Feng stood up.

The old man's face was red.

Since Emperor Chiyang succeeded to the throne, this Chiyang country has been getting worse day by day, and his old man is in his eyes and anxious in his heart.

Now that there is finally a Ye Demon Heaven, the Chiyang Kingdom has been saved.

Don't underestimate the signing of the agreement.

In the Xuanwu Continent, in fact, small countries such as the Chiyang Country, the Cold Moon Country, and the Meteor Country can only be regarded as small countries.

According to the rating of the mainland, it is just a small country.

A small country in the first class will generally belong to a second-class country.

This grade is not the same as the rank of an official, and the higher the number, the stronger it is.

If a small country of the first rank enters into an agreement and does not abide by it, then the second country has the right to annex it.

This is the current situation of the Xuanwu Continent.

As the saying goes, officials crush people to death at the first level.

But at the level of the National University, it can also crush people to death.

As long as the envoys of the Cold Moon Country and the Meteor Country signed an agreement, they would definitely not dare to break the contract easily.

Otherwise, the disaster will be worse than compliance with the agreement.

That's why it's important to sign the agreement.

Watch the three parties sign the agreement.

Emperor Chiyang didn't know whether he should be happy or cry.

As an emperor, he should be happy.

But the problem is that he has a very poor relationship with his son Ye Motian, and he can't be happy.

Ye Dingtian's face was even more gloomy.

All the credit belongs to Ye Motian.

All the glory is Ye Motian.

All the fruits of victory are also Ye Motian.

He is like a bitter child who no one cares about, and can only sit in the corner and draw circles in a complaining circle.

A mouthful of blood slipped from his mouth.

He's so angry.

After the agreement was signed, Ye Motian said directly: "All the members of the mission, you will live in the guest house for the time being.

The Janissaries and City Guards will be responsible for your safety.

Until the handwritten letter of the emperor of your country is stamped with a jade seal to exchange for you. ”

"What kind of protection, it's imprisonment at all!"

Han Bing scolded secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything dissatisfied with the first half of his mouth.

This His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is ruthless, who knows if he will be cut down with a knife.

If that's the case, you'll die of misery.

After sending off the people of the mission, Ye Motian adjusted the management of the forbidden army and the city defense army.

In terms of the forbidden army, Chen Tian is still the commander.

As for the city defense army, a major adjustment was made, the original commander Lu Xiong was killed by him, and the deputy commander was also dismissed.

Because that's Lu Xiong's people.

Chen Meng was appointed commander of the city defense army.

Since the Chen family wants to side with him, of course he will not treat them badly.

It's just that whether it is the forbidden army or the city defense army, the highest official position is not the commander, but the general of the royal capital.

This general of the royal capital was temporarily concurrently held by Hancock.

If you find a more suitable one later, you can naturally replace it.

Anyway, there's a chance to summon a fierce general once a month.

Don't be afraid of not being able to recruit the right person.