The last wisp of smoke dissipated in Dhaka City, and everything around him returned to silence. Night had already fallen, swallowing the thousand-year-old country into the darkness.

The Bang Ge was finished, and at the most inappropriate time it provoked a strong man who could not be accused of at all. Prince Sephudin's teacher, missionary John, drew a cross on his chest to make his last prayer for the distant city. Before Sahan, the prince's Arab teacher, had recovered from the shock, murmured to the name of Allah, hoping to get inspiration for the future from the Quran. At this time, Jia Qiang, a teacher from the East, was the most calm. He took off his blue Confucian robe and changed into a short-shot dress, and rushed to direct Prince Sephudin's entourage collected on the way to escape to change his outfit and simplify his rituals.

Little Seffendin stood on the hillside like wood, his fists tightly clenched, his lips were bitten by himself, and black blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth and slowly dried by the autumn wind. The city that the two generations of kings worked hard to support for two hours in front of foreign enemies. Before the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by the darkness, Seffendin saw the king flag slipping down from the city from the telescope, saw his father's guards patted the team out of the city to surrender, and saw the castle used by the royal family to ignite a raging fire. The ending of the old king was already very clear, and he chose to end his destiny in the family castle.

"Let's go, lord." Teacher Jia from the East packed up his luggage, walked to Seffodin and patted him on the shoulder gently.

Seffendin reached out and pulled off his Muslim headscarf, wiped the bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, and threw it into the air. "Let's go, let's go to the East to find the Emperor of Ming Dynasty to uphold justice." When he fled from the palace, he already understood his father's unfinished advice. As a prince, he did not have too much sad power. The soldiers of the sect were in chaos. If you stay here for a moment, you would have a more risk of losing your life.

The word "Ming" mentioned by the master and apprentice pulled the soul of the Arab teacher back to the hillside from the sky. Sahan stepped forward and grabbed the prince's arm, shouting loudly: "Your Highness, you can't go. The Ming fleet that captured Dhaka City today is the Ming fleet. They didn't have time to find you, how could you go to die? While the enemy had not occupied the entire territory of Bangges, we immediately set off to the northwest, crossed the countries of Dili, and went to the river to find Da Aimier to help restore the country."

"You can't go to Timur, the disaster of the country's destruction will be caused by him." Teacher Dongfang glared at the Arabs and pulled the prince's other arm angrily, "Besides, with your current status, there is no value in Timur's eyes"!

"In the eyes of the Ming Emperor, the prince is not worth a silver coin." Arab teacher Sahan pulled his hand to his waist and pressed the horn handle of the dagger. From the first day when he became the prince, he felt that the oriental man in front of him had a ill-hearted heart. Allah had given all the fertile land of the world to Muslims, so that this ulterior motive Chinese could not disturb Timur's great cause of unifying the world.

Jia Qiang stared at Sahan's eyes and slowly took a step back. He stood up unsteadily. He took off the bag on his shoulder with his right hand, lifted it backwards like a meteor hammer, and slowly drew a semicircle in the air with his left hand, stopping in front of his chest. The strong fighting spirit dispersed with the two of them as the core. The two wise men who had known each other gave up the battle of wisdom almost at the same time, and chose to use force to suppress the other party, so that the prince could support his suggestions.

The smart Prince Sefferdin was also hesitant to the Arab teacher at this moment. He looked at the two tense teachers and looked confused. The whole world changed and became incomprehensible. The father, who had been cautious all his life, went to rob the Ming Dynasty expedition fleet. The South China Sea pirates who had always been careful of the Ming Dynasty would actually fight bloody battles with coalition forces from various countries for the Ming Dynasty expedition fleet. A small expedition fleet recovered its strength to compete with a country in a few months. The Mu family, who had been silent in the southeast for many years, actually joined hands with Myanmar Tufan to attack the Gestu. The two elegant teachers were actually fighting experts. Allah, what was going on?

The warriors following the prince were also alarmed and slowly surrounded them. Everyone did not dare to light the torch, so they surrounded them in the shimmer of the first moon, waiting for Seffodin's decision.

The prince's four masters were his main aides. This afternoon, the master from Delhi died under a stray bullet. At present, the Eastern master and the Arab master are arguing, and the Western teacher has become the key figures in the fight between the two sides. Seffing turned his face and turned his attention to the missionary in anticipation.

John, a missionary from the West, was also startled by the excessive behavior of his two colleagues. He drew a cross on his chest and asked muttered, "God, what's wrong with this? Please don't do it. Everyone is a grasshopper on the same line now, and you can't bite each other's thighs." He didn't know much about the Eastern languages. When he was anxious, he brought out all the few metaphors, and it didn't matter whether it was used properly. "We are all like sailors on a boat. Now we are like encountering a strong wind, we need to cooperate and cooperate. Don't hurt the harmony of the enemy soldiers. Everyone can't escape. They all have to die here, just like lips and teeth."

Jia Qiang and Sahan glared at each other fiercely, retreated and slowly put away their fighting postures. Missionary John took the opportunity to walk into the middle and separated the two with his body. He asked in discomfort: "Orients, can you tell me that you, haven't the East always claimed to be a country of etiquette, how could you send troops to destroy countries at any time?"

The answer to him was a wry smile, "Our Ming Dynasty is indeed a country of etiquette. After the founding of Taizu, all the surrounding small countries had been listed as uncontested countries. But this time it was the Ming merchant ship that Ban Ge Tsai had robbed first. So..., so..."

"So the Bang Gestu has become a victim in the way to rise a great power." The Arab teacher angrily interjected. "So we must go north to meet Timur and ask him to uphold justice for Allah. Jia, I doubt your intention to take the prince to the East." Timur is about to advance east, and the Bang Gestu on the southern line is the best sea point. To strive for such a prince in trouble, we can use him to win the support of the entire Bang Gestu for the call. In Sahan's eyes, the prince's Eastern teacher must have the same idea. At the moment of the decisive battle between Timur and the Ming Dynasty, having the support of a king who believes in Muslim countries is equivalent to announcing to the Arab coalition that Timur cannot represent the entire Arab world.

"It's better to go to the Ming Dynasty. The Muslims who died under Timur's butcher's knife were no less killed than aliens." Jia Qiang was so anxious that he rolled up his sleeves. The white beard, which was scorched by fireworks, trembled slightly. "What else did you bring to the Muslim world besides war? Sahan, don't even want to push the stings into the fire pit."

Seeing that two old white-bearded men over 50 years old were about to start again, missionary John quickly persuaded the fight: "Don't worry, everyone, the key is not where to go, the key is that there is greater hope of restoring the country. Jia, let's talk about the reasons for going to the East first. Dealing with the Chinese requires the wisdom of the Chinese"!

"Go east to the Ming Dynasty, crying to the court that Timur colluded with the great national lord to hijack Lao Wang and steal the government affairs, so Bang Geshi did something to betray the Ming Dynasty." Jia Qiang looked at John with gratitude and slowly said his plan. "Now Lao Wang has been harmed by treacherous ministers, Bang Geshi has paid enough price. Please give the Ming Dynasty a great respect to the small Gentile countries and allow Prince Seffendin to return to his country to rebuild Bang Geshi"!

This is feasible? The warriors who followed Prince Seffendin to escape had a faint light in their eyes. Little Seffendin had the same idea just now. The old king pulled the national teacher to set himself on fire, and had used his life to complete the key omissions of the lies for Seffendin.

"Jia, you are lying." Missionary John drew a few crosses on his chest. His brand new black robe was hung with countless holes by thorns on his way to escape. He was anxious to persuade him to fight, so he forgot to sort it out. When he raised his hand, he was blown by the mountain wind at night, half of his shoulder fell out.

Jia Qiang, a wise man from the East, looked at the missionary's bare arms and replied coldly, "You tell no less lies when preaching, and the truth has long been destroyed in the war. The Ming Dynasty did not look down on the list of Gestus, a low-lying and water-rich swamp, at most it was reduced to a vassal like Myanmar, and it would not really destroy its country and its seeds. Will he give up the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and robbery?"

"But the Ming Dynasty is not as powerful as Timur, and it is almost like he will be punished by the sword of Allah." The prince's Arab teacher saw that his chances of gaining support were getting smaller and smaller, and he refused to let go of threats.

The warriors surrounding the surroundings shrank their necks nervously. Timur's strength and cruelty were seen with their own eyes. Although the Ming Dynasty's fleet was also very powerful, could he really resist the Arab warriors who conquered nearly a hundred cities? You should know that the Turkish Empire, which was known as powerful, was forced to declare surrender only after fighting in front of Timur.

The old master Jia Zuo smiled coldly, and a ray of mockery of Timur appeared on the corner of his mouth. "If it were the Ming Dynasty that met Timur twenty years ago, perhaps the knights who believed in Allah could get a advantage. But from today's war, everyone has seen that the Ming Dynasty is no longer the Ming Dynasty of the past. Timur rashly advanced eastward, and it is unknown who will win to death."

Today's Ming Dynasty? The flying phoenix flag flashed in everyone's eyes. Perhaps this is the true face of the Eastern nation hidden under the humble and steady appearance. Crisis tried to completely destroy it, and it was always reborn in the ashes of danger. Does Timur really have the strength to destroy such a nation? Which strong man should the Bange Tsing who is struggling in the middle of the vortex of fate follow?

Both roads in front of him were full of crises, and the choice depends on the prince's decision. Sephuddin tore off a silk cloth from his cuff, tied his hair that was scattered by the night wind, turned around and walked east, and ordered as he walked: "I decided to go east to the Ming Dynasty. Bang Geshi has paid enough for his mistakes. Teacher Sahan, I know you are Timur's friend, so I don't force you to go with me. Please report to the King of Kings in the Hezhong area, and say that Bang Geshi's fate has nothing to do with him in the future."

"Your Highness, Your Highness", Sahan chased after a few steps, looked at the warriors following Seffendin east, and then looked at the alert gazes of Jia and John, so he had to stop. Seffendin guessed correctly. Timur specially arranged it to be in Bangge's sect, responsible for monitoring the every move of the country. Now that his identity has been exposed by the prince, Sahan does not feel ashamed. The teachers from Delhi and the teachers from the East are good at fighting, and may not have no mission. The struggle between countries has no morality at all. Bangge's country has been destroyed, and his mission has been terminated. He should go back as soon as possible to report everything that happened here to Timur in detail.

"Orientals, didn't you say you left your hometown after being very disappointed with the Ming Dynasty? Why are you mobilizing the prince to go to your country now?" John, who was walking at the end of the team, muttered to Jia Qiang in a low voice.

"I am still very disappointed with it now, but I saw the hope this afternoon." The fleet that attacked Ban Gestu is not affiliated with the Ming Dynasty, and the Pingnan Army that is about to arrive is not directly affiliated to the royal family. But they are all Chinese troops, and Jia Qiang has full reason to be proud of their strong strength.

"I don't think so, when there is a country where internal conflicts are difficult to resolve, cunning politicians always try to transfer the conflicts to the outside world." Missionary John was dissatisfied with Jia Qiang's answer and threw cold water on him.

"At least it began to learn to divert contradictions to the outside world, rather than sacrifice its own interests. This is hope." Jia Qiang looked at John in surprise and stopped. "You seem to know a lot about the Ming Dynasty. Are you really a missionary?"

Missionary John smiled and habitually drew crosses on his chest. Half of his clothes had been lost. The thick soft hair on his chest could be seen under the moonlight. "When you Easterners began to explore west, we Westerners were also exploring east. There was an Arab world between us, and we knew nothing between each other."

"Hmph", Jia Zulu sneered and continued to move forward. What everyone said to each other was real and it was hard to tell which sentence was true. But what was really happening in the world in front of him was that the strong were approaching each other and began to collide. These situations must be reported to the General Staff and the homeland must be prepared. Although no one had conveyed news to him for more than ten years after being sent to the enemy's information department, and no one ordered him to take any action.

"Jia, in fact, our west is not inferior to your east. We are two branches on a big tree, with different directions and different fruits. We are not transforming into foreign barbarians." Missionary John took a few steps and said in Jia Qian's ear.

"In your opinion, Timur is not counted at the moment, which is stronger in the East and the West?" The old master Jia Qiang raised his lips and asked with a provocative tone.

"I think it's almost the same. But in the future, it will depend on who knows each other more thoroughly and more clearly and clearly." Missionary John responded unconvincedly.

"Go-gla-gla-gla-gla", the night owl, who was frightened by the steps of everyone, made a terrifying cry in the valley, making people's scalp numb.
Chapter completed!