Chapter 1089. Substitution Negotiation

There is a reason why he was selected to perform this task, because he is one of the few people with brains among the lower-class officers.

The lower-class Mongolian military officers generally have very low educational levels, and most of them are extremely brave. To put it bluntly, they are those with developed limbs and simple minds.

But this sergeant is a rare person with a brain.

"Slowly, no one should make any abnormal movements. If you violate the military law, you should take back the body of the great lama. This is not something we can do." The sergeant immediately ordered.

"Yes!" The soldiers under his command also breathed a sigh of relief. These soldiers were simple-minded, but they did not mean they were stupid.

Even Tantric masters like the Great Lama were killed instantly, and they were killed when they rushed up. But the problem is that the Mongolian army is not allowed to escape in the last battle.

They can run away, but what about their families?

Now that the superiors have ordered a retreat, the responsibility is no longer with them.

So a group of soldiers separated two people, carried the body to the empty war horse, then fixed it with a rope, and left with the horse.

I didn't even say a single word, and I was forbidden.

When Yang Pan saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh that it was not unreasonable for the Mongolians to sweep across Europe and Asia, but this military literacy alone was admirable.

The Mongolian civilization was barbaric and cruel, but their military level was extremely high-end.

This military literacy that was prohibited by the order was not comparable to that of the Song Dynasty.

If you can't beat others, it would be strange if you don't get destroyed.

This world has always been the prey of the weak, and the strong are respected.

Yang Pan is one of the beneficiaries of this principle.

He stood at the top of this era and controlled the life and death of sentient beings. Whoever he wanted to die would not be able to survive.

Including emperors, generals and ministers, and peddlers.

Therefore, in Yang Pan's eyes, they were all ants, and life, death and death were all in Yang Pan's thoughts.

Therefore, Yang Pan does not need to care about the thoughts of these people.

The Mongolian Khan, who swept Asia and Europe and dominated the world, was an amazing existence in the eyes of the world, but in Yang Pan's eyes, it was no different from a peddler.

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More than an hour later, the Mongolian soldiers returned to the military tent and reported the journey.

The body of the Great Lama was moved into the Khan's tent in a low-key manner.

Several other great lamas of Tantric Buddhism came in and saw the bodies of their fellow disciples, and all looked sad.

Then he recited the Sutra of Rebirth.

After the ten times of rebirth, the four great lamas stood up and carefully checked the bodies of their fellow disciples.

"It's hard to kill with one knife, clean and neat. It's hard to imagine that with the skills of my senior brother, he can't avoid a small flying knife."

Immediately afterwards, Ogedei called the sergeant who was carrying out the mission and asked him to describe in detail what happened today.

"How far is the two of them before that man fired the knife?" asked a big lama in red robe.

"It's probably one hundred meters away!"

"So far?"

"We have indeed had a huge gap in our estimate of Yang Pan's strength."

"What should we do now?" Several big lamas were silent. They wanted to avenge their fellow disciples, but they also knew that using their strength to avenge Yang Pan, they were just going to die, and a sense of powerlessness surged in their hearts.

"Amitabha--" Everyone was silent.

Ogedei's head was so big that cold sweat overflowed unconsciously.

The devil is here again, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do?

Ogedei had no choice. He didn't dare to see Yang Pan in person. If he was killed by the moody Yang Pan, wouldn't that be a loss?

Yang Pan said, let him send someone with weight to meet him, what does it mean to have weight?

These Tantric Lamas present are definitely not good.

Although this great lama has a great status within Tantric Buddhism, he is still not qualified to meet Yang Pan. The body in front of him is a clear proof.

If someone else killed their senior brother, even the big forces in the Central Plains martial arts world would dare to come to seek justice, but in front of Yang Pan, they would not dare.

Because Yang Pan himself is the law of nature and justice.

After joining the Mongols, the lamas from Tantric Buddhism understood the essence of the prey on the weak and the strong as respectful and do whatever they want than ordinary people.

The Mongols followed this essence and became powerful quickly and became arrogant. Temujin was known as Genghis Khan, and his family dared to be called the Golden Family.

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"You guys go down first, and we will continue to talk about other things when Master Jinlun comes back." Ogedei shook his head and sighed.

Several great lamas did not make things difficult for Ogedei because they also knew that Yang Pan was beyond the norm and was an invincible existence in the world, like a god or a demon.

Ogedei has a huge secular power, but he has no choice but to face gods and demons.

Even if the entire Tantra is combined, it is still powerless to face gods and demons.

How can mortals beat God?

Just like this, the day passed.

As a result, early the next morning, Ogedei received another news that in the military camp, another hundred centurion commanders and middle-level officers of the thousand-level commanders were killed.

Ogedei's head was too big, so he secretly ordered to deal with it secretly and keep it secret for the time being.

He had no choice but to find out who the murderer was, and he didn't need to check it and he knew it was Yang Pan's work.

But even if you know it, so what?

Ogedei had no choice but to endure Yang Pan.

"Come here, 800 miles to speed up, let the Jinlun National Master come back as soon as possible, and finally within today." Ogedei ordered loudly.

Immediately, a messenger took the order and left.

Not long after, the Jinlun National Master, who was a hundred miles away, received eight hundred miles from the Khan and asked him to hurry to the tent.

This time, the urge was too urgent. Master Jinlun left his disciple and ran to the king's tent alone on a fast horse.

Finally, I rushed back to the tent at noon.

"Mind Jinlun, please see the Great Khan." King Jinlun saluted to Ogedei.

"It's good that you're back." Ogedei stood up excitedly and helped King Jinlun up.

"The Khan is so anxious to call the minister back, is there something important?" King Jinlun asked first. This is the political wisdom of King Jinlun. As a minister, you must know how to share the worries of the emperor. Sometimes you have to take the initiative.

"Oh, it's a long story..." Ogedei told King Jinlun in detail what happened in the past two days.

The King of Golden Wheel was shocked and inexplicably shocked.

Yang Pan actually came to the tent one step ahead of him?

He also killed so many middle-level officers, what did he want to do?

"Khan, Yang Pan, the magic sword, is strange and unpredictable. There is nothing wrong with being moody, but he has always been a rule-abiding person, and it is unlikely that he will kill him for no reason. Otherwise, we Mongolia would have been killed by him in the past ten years." The King of Jinlun had studied Yang Pan for more than ten years and knew his personality and life very well.

"It makes sense, otherwise I wouldn't have survived until now." Ogedei nodded and said. If Yang Pan really didn't abide by the rules and went crazy, he would have killed all Mongolia long ago. He could not kill it in a year. Could it be that it would not be killed in more than ten years? The total population of Mongolia is not large.

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Chapter 1090: Silent

There was no one in the inn where Yang Pan lived, and there was no need to eat the originally delicious home-cooked side dishes.

However, it doesn’t matter. Yang Pan has long reached the stage of fasting. It’s nothing if he doesn’t eat or drink for a period of time.

Despite this, Yang Pan still cooked his own home-cooked dishes.

At noon, a beggar touched the door and asked for some leftovers. At the same time, he quietly transferred a letter to Yang Pan.

This is the strength of the Beggars' Gang's intelligence system.

There is a detailed list on it, which counts thousands of ordinary people who died in the wars of the Mongols. Although they did not die directly at the hands of the Mongols, they also starved to death, forced to death, and fled to death due to the Mongols' robbery, and they were forced to death, and they were fled to death. However, the source was the Mongols' invasion of the south.

"There are really a lot of people." Yang Pan sighed, but wars and man-made disasters are inevitable in this era.

In addition, Yang Pan didn’t know how much moisture there was on this list.

But forget it, these are all trivial matters. Whether there is moisture or not is the same for Yang Pan. Anyway, they are going to cause trouble for the Mongolians. It is best to be famous for their masters.

In the Mongolian king's tent.

"Anyway, you must figure out Yang Pan's purpose before sunset, and it is best to let him stop. Otherwise our army will collapse." Ogedei said loudly.

"Yes, great khan." King Jinlun said.

King Jinlun did not waste his time, so he rode on his fast horse again and rushed to the small county town.

On the way, I ate a few bites of dry food to satisfy my hunger and a few bites of milk to quench my thirst. That's all.
To be continued...