"Fight against the Mongols?" Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He never thought that Venerable Ming would make such a suggestion. After all, they had tried to kill each other several times before. Now that he wanted to form an alliance, the mood had changed too quickly.
Zhao Min, who was at the side, was extremely anxious. She was worried that if Song QingShu really agreed to her request, she would not be able to take revenge. However, at this time, her mute acupoint was sealed. Even if she wanted to say something, she could not.
Seeing Song QingShu's silence, Venerated Ming thought that he was hesitating, so he added fuel to the fire and continued to persuade him, "Even though your current sphere of influence doesn't border with Mongolia, in my opinion, Manchurian Qing is already on the verge of collapse. Sooner or later, its territory will be yours, and at that time, you will have to face the Mongolian cavalry. The Mongolians' main force is currently on an expedition to the west. When the main force returns to the central plains, it will be the time when all the countries in the central plains will be wiped out. With your abilities, you should be able to see this clearly, right? "
Song Qingshu was silent. How could he not know the threat of the Mongolians? When the main force returns from the western expedition, the Mongolians will definitely sweep away all the countries in the central plains like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.
"What's your plan?" Song Qingshu suddenly asked. Zhao Min's heart sank when she heard this. She knew that Song Qingshu was probably tempted.
"You and I will work together and cut off the Mongolian wings before the main force returns. When the time comes, the Ming Dynasty will send their troops out of Mount Tianshan and destroy Ali Buge's forces. You will go north and attack the Ruyang Prince's territory, then work with the other countries in the central plains to attack Khubilai's forces. As long as we get rid of these three Mongol kings, the Mongolians will lose at least half of their strength. Even if Temujin returns with his army, it will be too late. "
A cold light flashed in Venerable Ming's eyes. He had no choice but to make this plan. After all, because of Song Qingshu's sudden appearance, his plans to take over the Golden Snake Battalion and control the White Lotus Cult were ruined. As a result, his plans to control the Qing Kingdom and the Southern Song Dynasty had to be abandoned. After all, he was a hero who had lived for thousands of years. Even though he had a personal grudge against Song Qingshu, in front of the world, he made a prompt decision and chose to ally with him to fight against the Mongolians.
"Let's not talk about whether or not Tie Muzhen will allow us to cut off his wings. Brother Alibur and the Ruyang Palace have countless valiant generals and elite soldiers under their command. How can they be so easy to deal with?" Song Qingshu clearly didn't think too highly of his plan.
"It's true that Brother Alibur and Ruyang Mansion are very powerful, but if the two of us don't even have the ability to defeat them, how are we supposed to fight for the throne?"
There was a hint of disdain in his voice, as if the one hundred thousand elite Mongolian horsemen under Ali Buge's command were nothing but chickens and dogs in his eyes. "As for Temujin's army, you don't have to worry. They won't be able to escape in the next few years."
"Why?" Song Qingshu's eyes flashed. Revered Ming's words seemed to have revealed some important information.
A look of hesitation appeared on Revered Ming's face. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Fine. In order to show my sincerity in forming an alliance, I can reveal an important piece of information to you. Do you know why the betrothal contest of Western Xia was delayed?"
Song Qingshu recalled the words of the four villains and nodded. "It seems that the Mongolian prince Xu Liewu was assassinated on his way from the west to Western Xia. In order to wait for him, the Western Xia deliberately delayed the betrothal contest by a year."
"A year?" Revered Ming's face was full of mockery. "Let alone a year, if the betrothal contest of Western Xia could be held in five years, we would have to thank the heavens."
"Could it be that there's some secret behind all this?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
"You already know my identity. I'm Revered Ming of the Persian Ming Dynasty." A look of nostalgia appeared on Revered Ming's face. "There's a branch of the Persian Ming Dynasty that has made a living out of assassinations for thousands of years. All the feudal lords and dukes of the Western Xia Kingdom would turn pale at the mention of it. This time, I issued a decree. The leader of this generation's assassins, the Old Man of the Mountain, would personally lead the sect's best assassins to assassinate Xu Liewu. The Mongolians had many experts under their command, which was why they managed to save Xu Liewu's life. However, if the Old Man of the Mountain were to take action, even if Xu Liewu did not die, he would still lose half of his life. It would be impossible for him to recover within a few years … "
Following Revered Ming's explanation, Song Qingshu finally understood the whole story. It turned out that as the Mongolian expedition to the West was unstoppable, the Western Xia Kingdom was shaken and formed alliances to protect themselves. Revered Ming took the opportunity to have the Persian Cult secretly contact the Western Xia Kingdom. When the Old Man of the Mountain injured the Mongolian general Xu Liewu, the allied forces of the Western Xia Kingdom took the opportunity to counterattack, resulting in the complete annihilation of the tens of thousands of Mongolian vanguard general Timid Buhua.
The Mongolians suffered an unprecedented defeat, and Temujin was furious. He immediately changed his strategy and made peace with the Central Xia Kingdom one by one. At the same time, he summoned the main forces of the kings who had stayed in the Central Xia Kingdom to the West, vowing to destroy the Western Xia Kingdom and the Persian Ming Dynasty.
Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed. In a low voice, he said, "You're sacrificing the Western Xia Kingdom and the Persian Cult to buy time for yourself."
"You're underestimating the strength of the Western Countries. Not to mention them, even I, Bo Bo, am much stronger than them.
The Vulture's Nest, where the Holy Altar of the Cult is located, is deep in the mountains. Its defense is like an iron wall. Even an army of a hundred thousand may not be able to break through. " Revered Ming laughed. Back at the Golden Snake Camp, he was almost fooled by Zhao Min, thinking that something had really happened to the Mongolian headquarters. But later, he found out that the Cult had already defeated the Mongolian army several times, which boosted his confidence. "As long as we can take advantage of this time to destroy the kings of the Mongolian army and occupy the Mongolian steppe, the Mongolian army will be like a tree without roots, like duckweed floating in the water."
But Revered Ming had another plan in mind. He didn't realize it when he was in Persia, but now that he was in the Central Plains, he realized how rich it was. Even if the Persian Cult was destroyed, as long as he could take the Central Plains, not only would he not lose out, but he would also gain a lot.
Of course, he couldn't tell others what he was thinking. Seeing that Song Qingshu still didn't say anything, Revered Ming frowned and said, "If we don't hurry up and destroy the Mongolian kings, when the main force of the Western Expedition returns, we'll be doomed. Can't you see it clearly?"
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Even if you're an enemy, I have to admit that you've played this trick beautifully. I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who can compare to you in terms of ability and strategic vision. But …" He changed the topic and said, "I'm really curious. Why would someone like you, who looks down on the world, suddenly change your mind and choose to ally with me?"
Revered Ming's expression changed slightly and said unnaturally, "That's because of your current martial arts and power, as well as your ability to defeat the Manchurian army of a hundred thousand. Naturally, you're qualified to ally with me."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu sneered and said, "Then why did you hide in the dark and launch a sneak attack, wanting to kill me the moment you made your move?"
Revered Ming snorted and said, "If you died so easily in my hands, you wouldn't have the right to work with me."
"You suddenly want to ally with me because you're afraid, right?" The smile on Song Qingshu's face became even wider.
"Nonsense. What's there to be afraid of?" Revered Ming's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't let it show on his face.
"You're afraid that I'll risk their lives to kill you today." A cold glint flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes. Intentionally or not, he took a step forward. In an instant, a terrifying aura burst out from his body.
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