Priest Kurotsuchi smiled sheepishly: "Of course I want to be the Pope, but... in reality, it is more difficult than imagined. The key is that I cannot gain a foothold. As long as I can gain a foothold, I will have a way to preach."
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "As long as I'm here, what are you afraid of?"
Taoist priest Kurotsuchi was very hesitant: "The current situation is much more complicated than imagined and difficult to deal with. I think Europe is determined to drive the Turks out of the Ottomans. Even if they pay a huge price, they will not hesitate. ."
Yan Qidao: "Of course I expected this. In fact, I can now conclude that Europe's attack on the Turks will pay a much heavier price than the Turks. However, for the future of Europe, they must expel the Turks from the Ottomans and pay a heavy price." No matter the price is ten times more painful, we won’t hesitate.”
Taoist priest Kurotsuchi nodded: "That's the truth. So, it's difficult to do."
Yan Qi's eyes were strange: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Now that I'm here, the problem of the Turks' foothold can be easily solved. Even without spending a single soldier..."
"oh?"
Taoist Master Black Tu's eyes widened: "Master Yan, what are your opinions?"
Yan Qidao: "Europeans are now united as one, unprecedentedly united, and united in facing the outside world. This phenomenon is really rare."
"In fact, if you study European history, you will find that they have always been fighting among themselves and have never been so harmonious and friendly. It can be said that they are full of internal contradictions."
"So, we have to find ways to destroy their unity. As long as they are not united and have internal strife, of course they will not be unanimous in dealing with the outside world. In that case, won't the problem of the Turks' foothold be solved?"
Taoist priest Kurotsuchi nodded repeatedly: "That's indeed the truth, but how can we make the Europeans fight among themselves?"
Yan Qidao: "Europeans are united because of internal and external reasons."
"The external cause was the Turks' occupation of the Ottomans, which made them aware of the geographical dangers."
"The internal reason is that the European pope is trying to calm the relations between European countries and make them harmonious."
"We can't destroy external factors, but we can make a fuss about internal factors."
Taoist Master Heitu heard it very reasonably: "Master Yan, please tell me how to make a fuss about internal factors?"
Yan Qidao: "I have a person in my hand named Rodane. He is the Pope's favorite and the next generation of Popes whom the Pope intends to cultivate."
"As long as we get hold of Rodane, the Pope's heir, the Pope will definitely be flustered. In this way, don't we have a chance?"
Taoist Master Heitu was overjoyed: "Master Yan is still a better chess player."
Yan Qi chuckled: "Little tricks, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
…
Above the Ottoman city, fighting raged.
Although Mo Ye's strength is not as good as Moss, it is only not as good as Moss. Compared with others, he is a hundred times stronger.
He risked his life and guarded the city wall day and night.
His eyes were blood red to deal with the European guy's attack.
In more than a month, more than 300,000 Turks died in the battle.
In order to defend the Turks' last territory, they had no choice but to retreat.
However, the Europeans will never retreat.
Although the Europeans paid a heavy price and suffered more casualties than the Turks, they still surrounded the Turks and determined to drive them out of the Ottomans.
After all, there were three million Turkic talents, and now only 2.7 million are left.
But there are so many Europeans.
Life is at stake.
Those who will die in the end must be the Turks.
Mo Ye had a bad feeling.
Looking at the surging European soldiers below the city, my heart felt cold.
"If the European soldiers continue to attack for ten days, I am afraid that the city gate will not be able to be defended at all."
Mo Ye sighed heavily.
Suddenly, the soldiers on the top of the city cheered in amazement: "Master Yan is here."
"It's true, Lord Yan is the incarnation of Changshengtian. He will definitely be able to lead us out of this predicament."
"Kneeling down to worship Master Yan is kneeling down to worship the Immortal Heaven."
…
When the Turks saw Yan Qi, they knelt on the ground.
Mo Ye was so excited that he also knelt down to Yan Qi: "Master Yan, I... I tried my best, but the European guy went crazy. I seem... I can't defend the Ottoman wall."
Yan Qi said: "Everyone, get up."
Everyone stood up.
Yan Qidao: "Remember, Osman is the land given to you by the Immortal God. From now on, you will multiply and live on this fertile land. You are the masters of this land. No matter who it is, don't try to take it away from you." soil of."
"For this, you must risk everything, even your life."
The Turks cheered up, raised their swords high, and fought to the death.
Yan Qi said again: "Changshengtian has wisdom and magic power. Today, my arrival indicates that Changshengtian will take action for you to resolve this disaster."
All the Turks cheered.
Mo Ye was overjoyed when he heard that Yan Qi could resolve the disaster: "Master Yan, please step in and help us."
Yan Qi's eyes were solemn: "Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be fine."
He looked at the surging European soldiers below the city and roared at the leading commander: "Who are you, dare to be so presumptuous? Tell me your name!"
This roar was like thunder from the sky, and the high-frequency sound waves were like invisible spears, piercing into the ears of the leading commander.
From the ears to the brain, from the brain to the heart.
"Well……"
The commander turned pale, felt dizzy, and vomited.
"Duke Empos."
"Quickly, find a doctor. Has Duke Empos been infected?"
"Duke Empos, wake up."
…
The offensive of the European soldiers immediately slowed down.
Yan Qi's eyes held a strange smile: "So he's the Duke of Empos? An Englishman, one of the top three military attaches in Europe? That's interesting."
After a long time, Empos finally regained consciousness.
Pale face and shortness of breath.
He looked towards the top of the city and stared at Yan Qi: "Is this the legendary Dahua martial arts? Are you Yan Qi? The devil who blasphemed the Pope and saved the heretics?"
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "Don't tell me, I really like the devil's black hat. You can call me Lord Devil."
Empos was furious: "Yan Qi, you devil, it would be better if you came to Ottoman. I will break through the Ottoman city wall, kill all the Turks, and kill you. Especially you, as long as I kill you, I will He will be promoted to a higher rank."
Yan Qi pouted: "Kill me? You are not the first person to brag."
Empos looked angry: "I'm not the first? Then who is the first?"
Yan Qidao: "Who is the first? Speaking of which, you must know this person. His popularity is much higher than yours?"
Empos roared: "Who? Who is he?"
Yan Qi clapped his hands.
Hutou took an unkempt European guy up to the city wall.
When Empos saw it, he was shocked: "Duke Rodane? It's actually Duke Rodane!"
