Looking at Yang Xiao's cold gaze, Xianyu Tong was a little scared and angry. "Did I offend you?"
Yang Xiao was now the Ming Cult's Left Emissary of the Light, the person with the highest position in the Ming Cult. He had the power of acting Cult Leader. Once he vented his anger on Xianyu Tong, although Mount Hua Sect was destroyed, Xianyu Tong could not die. If he lost the support of Mount Hua Sect, the people he had offended would definitely not let him go.
Under everyone's contemplative gaze, Xianyu Tong's face was full of pain and his heart was bleeding. He handed the 100 value points to Zeng Xiaoxian. After receiving the 100 value points, Zeng Xiaoxian immediately beamed with joy and laughed strangely.
"Can you tell me now?" Xianyu Tong stared at Zeng Xiaoxian with bloodshot eyes. If what he said was not reasonable, he would skin him alive and chew his bones to pieces.
When Zeng Xiaoxian heard this, he took a deep breath and explained, "Since ancient times, there have been endless wars and wars. For ordinary soldiers, there is no distinction between good and evil. The vast majority of soldiers cannot enjoy the fruits of victory."
"According to what the shop owner said before, the Heavenly Merit can only be obtained by doing good deeds. Obviously, war is not one of them. Therefore, there is a saying among the generals that once a famous general or a defeated general kills too many people, the Heavenly Merit will be wasted, and it will be difficult to pass it on to the next generation."
"And Hero Guo, although he is a loyal and kind person, it is basically impossible for him to obtain so much Heavenly Merit. But, how did he obtain so much Heavenly Merit?" When Zeng Xiaoxian said this, he could not help but raise his eyebrows. He was a little excited. The audience was much more than his midnight broadcast, and they all looked very focused.
"And Hero Guo has been guarding Xiangyang City all year round and has not done anything else. In Wanjie Lou, there must be more than one general of the imperial court. They have also been guarding the border, but not only do they not have any Heavenly Merit, they also have a murderous aura."
Zeng Xiaoxian's face was full of confidence, and his body was making strange movements. "If the cause isn't Hero Guo, then it must be the Mongolian side."
"I'm sure most of the people here have heard of the Yuan Dynasty. According to historical records, nearly 70 million people were slaughtered by the Yuan army in the Great Song Dynasty. Including Central Asia, West Asia, and West Europe, the number of people who died at the hands of the Yuan Dynasty is about 200 to 300 million. How many people did the Mongolians have? Ten million? "
"So, on average, each Mongolian soldier killed at least dozens of normal citizens, or even nearly a hundred normal citizens, and they didn't kill the soldiers who fought against each other …" (I won't write the rest of this to prevent people from making fun of me. If you're interested, you can look up the information yourself.)
Zhou Yang looked at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was speaking with fervor and assurance, and felt a little surprised. But soon, Zhou Yang remembered that Zeng Xiaoxian had a double master's degree in history and philosophy, and he was really a highly educated person.
He was naturally familiar with the history of China. Although the history of The Legend of Condor Heroes was different from that of Zeng Xiaoxian's world, there was no difference in general, at least in terms of the Mongolian side.
Listening to Zeng Xiaoxian's explanation, people began to understand a little bit. The soldiers that Guo Jing killed were all Yuan soldiers whose hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people. Killing them could naturally earn some Heavenly Merit. Guo Jing had been guarding Xiangyang City for decades, and he had been through many battles, and countless Yuan soldiers had died in his hands.
However, this method was useless to them. The martial artists from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre were feeling proud, but then they remembered that the Mongolian army that had slaughtered the innocent people had all died of old age.
Their descendants were far inferior to the "miracles" that their ancestors had created.
"Hero Guo, I wonder if Xiangyang City is still in danger? I'm willing to lead a million soldiers to help you guard Xiangyang City." Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, Li Longji, held Guo Jing's big hand tightly and said with an expectant face.
The current Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, Li Longji, had just established the Golden Age of the First Yuan Dynasty not long ago. The warehouse was filled with mountains of provisions, and the soldiers and armor were strong and excellent. There were also tens of thousands of mercenaries, and the prosperity of the armors was close to that of the Zhenguan era.
Hearing this, Guo Jing was a little moved. He had naturally heard of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, Li Longji. Gathering a million soldiers was a piece of cake for the Tang Dynasty, which had been restored to its golden age.
"Hmm?" Just when Guo Jing was about to nod and agree, Huang Rong secretly stopped him. Although Guo Jing didn't know why, he still chose to believe in Rong'er, who was the smartest in his heart.
"Hero Guo, we, the Shaolin Temple, have thirty first-class masters and five masters of the Innate Realm. We, the Shaolin Temple, will listen to Hero Guo's command." Ci Xuan, who was standing on the side, made a solemn vow with the help of the other First Seats. Moral integrity? Shaolin Temple was determined to kill.
No, it was to eliminate the evil and protect the righteous!
"Hero Guo, the Ming Cult has two hundred thousand followers, and each of them is good at martial arts. They will all listen to Hero Guo's command." Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult also said anxiously. If he was too slow, there would be no place for him.
"Hero Guo, as long as you agree, the Ming Cult and the Song Dynasty will mobilize the most elite one million soldiers to help you destroy the Mongolian army."
"Hero Guo, the Wu Dang Sect …"
"Hero Guo, the Beggar Sect …"
"Hero Guo, the Xiao Yao Sect …"
… …
Guo Jing was a little overwhelmed. In front of him were the leaders of various sects, the emperors, and the leaders of various sects. As for the martial artists who didn't belong to any sects, they had already been pushed out of the circle.
"Everyone, please be quiet." Huang Rong rolled her eyes and said, "The Mongolian army is not in Xiangyang City at all. Even if you want to go and help, there is no war to fight now. When the Mongolian army comes, we will call for you."
"Hero Guo, Madam Guo, I know that the Song Dynasty doesn't have enough food. The Tang Dynasty is willing to give you two five million dans of food for free." Emperor Li Longji said calmly, as if he had just mentioned five hundred kilograms of food.
Emperor Chongzhen and the other emperors all took a deep breath. They were all emperors, but they had to gather a million dans of provisions from all over the country. But for Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, it was just a trivial matter.
However, five million dans of food was really nothing to the Tang Dynasty. They only needed to take a small part of it from the warehouses that were already full.
"Thank you, Emperor Li Longji. We thank you very much." Huang Rong gently pulled Guo Jing's sleeve. Guo Jing cupped his hands and thanked her.
When Emperor Li Longji heard this, he couldn't help but smile. It was good to accept it.
"The Ming Dynasty and the Song Dynasty will give you two one thousand Three-eyed Guns. These guns are very powerful. No matter if it's leather or armor, they will all die under the Three-eyed Magic Gun." Emperor Chong Zhen, Zhu Youjian, said reluctantly. If it weren't for the other emperors giving him generous rewards, he would not have handed over the few firearms he had in the first place.
When Zhou Yang heard this, he wanted to stop them. But when he thought of the limitations of the Three-eyed Magic Gun, he nodded slightly and agreed.
However, when a white man in a denim jacket proposed to give ten thousand AK-47s, he was directly rejected by Zhou Yang. In ancient times, there was no concept of law. Once powerful firearms flowed into the ancient world, their monstrous destructive power would cause a lot of chaos.
The Wulin sects were slightly stunned. But soon, Abbot Xuan Ci of the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils gave Guo Xiang three Xiao Huan Pill from the Shaolin Temple. The other sects also gave some treasures to Guo Xiang. Naturally, Guo Xiang was not afraid of them and accepted all of them generously.
Surrounded by a group of emperors and the leaders of the Wulin sects, Guo Jing and the other two left Wanjie Lou happily.
After Guo Jing left, there were a few people who traded with the Heavenly Dao Merit Points. However, the person with the most merit points among them didn't even have a tenth of Guo Jing's.
After inquiring about the Qing Dynasty from a few modern people, Emperor Chongzhen and the other emperors also left excitedly.
After a while, there were only a few people left in Wanjie Lou.
"Why didn't you leave?" Zhou Yang looked at the shy Zeng Xiaoxian and asked curiously.
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