His Royal Highness, he is plotting against me

Chapter 269 Peerless Martial Arts
Coincidentally,
The leaders of the thirteen tribes are here tonight.

"It's ridiculous! You compete with Dajing, but you want to use our thirteen tribes in Beizhou as a lottery. The Beiliao people are extremely shameless!"

A tribal leader turned the table directly.

Why?
On the contrary, the Minister of Honglu Temple who was beside him let out an "ouch" and hurriedly persuaded:
"Leader Huo Ji, don't get angry, don't get angry, the thirteen tribes have made good friends with me, Dajing, please trust me, Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The leader of Huoji is not as strong as the other leaders. Compared with them, he is short and thin, but his temper is the biggest among the leaders of the thirteen tribes.

Of course, their thirteen tribes have always judged heroes by their strength.

The leader of Huo Ji has a big temper and strong strength.

So when the other leaders saw that he was angry, they hurried to persuade him.

"That's right, Huo Ji, our tribe has been friends with Dajing for hundreds of years, and they fought side by side together, unlike those animals in Beiliao who are not as good as pigs and dogs. of hatred."

"Yes, Huo Ji, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. Let's see what Emperor Dajing said first, so don't worry."

Huo Ji was persuaded by the old guys, so he didn't get steam from his nostrils, "hummed", and stared at those Beiliao pigs.

The people in Beiliao didn't make any movement because of the anger of the thirteen tribes, they just wanted to know what Dajing meant.

Over the years, those idiots have continued to expand their power with the help of Dajing. As soon as they make a move in Beiliao, they will immediately ask for help from the Dajing army in Bingzhou.

Just like what Dajing said, it made them feel like they had a fishbone stuck, extremely uncomfortable!

Qin Ao: ...Thank you for the invitation, that's called "like a cockroach in the throat".

If Dajing loses, they can no longer control the thirteen tribes of Beiliao, then their iron cavalry in Beiliao will surely level the land, and make those idiots kneel down and beg for mercy!
The third prince thought very well, but King Qin Xuan, who had been prepared for a long time, gave him a mocking look:
"Talking too much, do you still want to fight?"

The third prince: "..."

Qin Ao smiled, "Since the third prince is determined to do this, then I, Dajing, can only accompany him. Then the covenant between the two countries signed by the late emperor and your country with thirteen tribes as the boundary is null and void."

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly to the King of England, indicating that he could play freely.

The leader of Huo Ji's complexion changed, and he was about to get angry again, Honglu Siqing quickly stretched out his old arms and legs and immediately shackled him.

"Chief Huoji! Chief Huoji! Please trust me to His Majesty and the Prince!!"

Huo Ji clenched his back molars tightly: "If Dajing loses, wouldn't my thirteen tribes become the spoils of Beiliao! What shall we do then!"

"Ouch", Honglu Temple Minister said: "How could Dajing lose? Chief Huo Ji, let's take another look, huh?"

"I can assure you, even if...cough cough, I will never really ignore the Thirteen Tribes, Your Majesty. We have a deadly friendship, how could we turn our faces for these savages! Don't you think so?"

The leader of the clinker Huoji looked puzzled: "Didn't it mean that Dajing is the most trustworthy? Once a word is made, it is hard to follow."

Could it be that Dajing still lied to the Thirteen Tribes? !
Minister of Honglu Temple: "..."

"Well, Chief Huo Ji, this is not a breach of trust. In Dajing's words, this is called tactics, the art of war."

"art of war?"

"Yes, yes, the art of war is..."

The old voice of Honglu Temple Minister slowly explained to these tribal leaders who were very interested in Dajing's "art of war".

In the middle of the field, King Ying and the Beiliao warrior were also confronting each other.

None of them moved first, they were all looking at each other tentatively.

Among the people present, except for the people from Beiliao who seemed to be sure of winning, everyone else was sweating.

The third prince even picked up his wine glass and gestured towards Prince Dajing's position from a distance, with provocative eyes.

Qin Ao smiled, holding a gentlemanly, gentle manner, and raised his wine glass in return.

"Brother... Dajing's prince looks so good-looking, I agree to your proposal!"

In the corner, a light and obsessed female voice sounded.

Then, a male voice responded to her: "It's good if you figure it out, Dajing is rich and rich, as long as you become the concubine of Dajing, you will surely be prosperous and rich in the future, and you don't need our southern Xinjiang with hot and humid miasma and all kinds of snakes and insects?"

"Well! Brother, you are right..."

The third prince hadn't finished a glass of wine when suddenly there was a loud "boom" on the field, splashing dust all over the sky.

"what happened?"

"My God! He just fell down like that?"

"Win, win, our Royal Highness has won!"

"Hahahaha, let these savages go crazy, and in the end, one move, one move, and this savage will fall!"

The third prince's complexion changed suddenly, he stood up, and shouted at the big man who fell suddenly on the field: "Batu! Stand up for me!"

"Batu! Did you hear that! Stand up!"

Batu: ...

He also remembered Batu.

But he couldn't get up.

The little man of Dajing just flew around him like that, and he felt a slight pain in his knee.

Then he laughed and said, "Are you going to dance for me? Or are you going to tickle me?"

Then he met the devilish dark eyes of that little Dajing little man.

Batu was taken aback for a moment, then he felt joint pain all over his body, and the little dwarf gave him a kick, and he lost his balance and fell down.

And no matter how hard you try, you can't stand up.

In the end, Batu was carried down by two other warriors, and he didn't understand why until the end.

The third prince said sharply: "You are cheating! Dajing people are cunning, you must be cheating!"

Otherwise, how could Batu just fall down and be unable to stand up.

The King of England stood there, brushing off the non-existent dust on his robe with disdain.

"Cheat? Are you worthy?"

Dajing is so big that there are no surprises.

How can a mere northern mandi rely on brute force alone to survive Dajing?

King Ying loved martial arts since he was a child, and he also worshiped several famous masters who are proficient in inner martial arts. It can be said that he has gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools.

The King of England and the Northern Liao barbarian were observing each other's flaws just now. From the appearance alone, those people seemed to be invincible and invulnerable.

But people always have weaknesses, he thought for a while, and then he found the weaker places on their bodies than their strong muscles.

After all, he is a professional at unloading joints.

With just a few clicks, he removed the barbarian's knee joint, and finally kicked him again.

Tsk, a hundred days of injury.

In a few months, the barbarian's legs and feet will never recover.

The king of England won the first battle, and the officials of Dajing were all beaming with joy.

Those ministers who were in charge of accompanying the envoys, when the envoys asked them what tricks the King of England used, said to the envoys very modestly:

"It's nothing, it's just the peerless martial arts of our master Dajing."

The envoys seem to understand but do not understand.

I only know that Dajing's peerless martial arts are very powerful...

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(End of this chapter)