After Zhao Hanqing finished speaking, there was a silence in the long pavilion. The eunuchs carefully lowered their heads and exchanged their eyes. The palace maids also looked at their noses and their hearts with nervous eyes, and they did not dare to take a breath.

Zhao Bairen's face turned pale. He suddenly wanted to sit up, but soon covered his heart and fell down, which made everyone exclaim: "Your Majesty, the dragon body is important!"

The imperial physician Fang hurried forward and said to Zhao Bairen: "Your Majesty, don't be angry. Although national affairs are important, if the prince is there, your Majesty should be at ease to recuperate. If your Majesty has a good or bad situation at this time, then the collapse of the country will be in front of you, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Hanqing also kowtowed and choked and said, "My son begged Your Majesty to take care of his illness. Even if he is crushed to pieces, he will protect the territory of our Great Qi!"

Zhao Bairen took a few breaths and said weakly: "Does there be any countermeasures?"

Zhao Hanqing nodded in a low voice and said, "Minister of War and Minister of Revenue are all outside. Can Your Majesty see them?"

Zhao Bairen waved his hand and said, "I am asking you!"

Zhao Hanqing whispered: "My son has discussed the countermeasures with them."

Zhao Bairen said: "Let me tell me."

Zhao Hanqing said: "First urgently allocate 50,000 troops from the Southeast Prefecture Prefecture to reinforce the front line, and at the same time, 100,000 troops were drawn from the central imperial guards and the Jingji camp guards to quickly dispatch the southeast. At the same time, each state urgently recruits food and grass to support Longtenghai, and the Ministry of Revenue will dispatch it uniformly."

Zhao Bairen patted the bed and said anxiously: "None of these is the key, the key is the two thousand cultivators! Two thousand cultivators will be in trouble if all the cultivators die!"

Zhao Hanqing hesitated for a moment. This hit his weakness. He was a firm policy supporter and executor of the sects of cultivation, and even the initiator. This also led to his relationship with various sects being not very good, and some even had evil and hostile relationships.

If he spoke, those sects could imagine what they would do!

If the lion speaks loudly and forces the prince to surrender and give in, that would be a hell!

The strength of Daqi on the battlefield is that they can gather thousands of cultivators. This number of people gathered together can almost wipe out any sect in the world except the Qiankun Divine Sect. It is precisely because of this power that Daqi swept across the world, sweeping across the world, expanding its territory to an incredible situation.

It is precisely because of the long-term requisition of this power that has greatly spread the power of the monks, so that the current situation is too big and uncontrollable.

The Puppet Kingdom, Dijon Kingdom competed with Daqi, and they relied on bloodline power and Puppet mechanisms. The former was rare and the latter was mass-produced, and they could barely be on the battlefield with the monks of Daqi.

However, there was a gap of two thousand monks at this moment, and it was conceivable that the pressure on the front line would be so great that it was unimaginable.

Once it cannot be supplemented, the front line is likely to collapse.

But... these two thousand monks are not two thousand soldiers. There are only so many monks who can send out wars in each sect, and two thousand died at this moment... If others are willing to come, let’s say another thing, whether there are so many people to make up for this gap is the key!

Zhao Hanqing pondered for a while and whispered: "We can issue emergency recruitment orders to all departments first..."

Zhao Liexian sneered: "Urgent recruitment order? Now all major sects are almost timed, and so many people have died. What is the difference between this thing and toilet paper for those sects of cultivation at this time?"

Zhao Hanqing said unswervingly: "King Ping, if the country is in trouble, even if there is no good plan, there is no need to sarcasticize him."

Zhao Lie snorted coldly, and he walked to the front of the collapse, lifted his robe, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed, "Father, my son has a plan!"

Zhao Bairenqi said, "Oh? What's my son's trick? Tell me quickly and listen!"

Zhao Liexian smiled slightly and said, "There is no one to adjust the sect at this time. First, it is because the new disciples are not mature and cannot form effective combat power. Second, some of the older uncles and uncles have gone to the battlefield and some are responsible for guarding the sect. Third, some of the powerful cultivators are gathering in Shenjing to attend the world's No. 1 fighting conference, so... they can't draw more people."

Zhao Bairen said disappointedly: "After talking for a long time, is there still no way?"

Zhao Liexian curled his lips slightly and said, "No, Father, there is a way, there is someone!"

Zhao Bairenqi said: "Where are the people?"

Zhao Liexian said word by word: "Shenjing!"

Zhao Hanqing immediately turned his head and looked at Zhao Liexian, widened his eyes. His face changed and he was secretly screaming in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak and stop him.

Zhao Bairen said in confusion: "Shenjing? But ask the monks of the Divine Cult to come and help?"

Zhao Liexian said: "The Divine Cult should naturally draw some manpower to support it, but the Divine Cult itself does not have so many people to reinforce it, and it is more necessary to have disciples from other sects..."

Zhao Bairen reacted at this time: "You mean..."

Zhao Liexian said: "Not bad..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Hanqing interrupted immediately, "No!! Father, never! These monks are here to participate in the world's No. 1 fighting conference! If they are recruited to the southeast battlefield, they may immediately cause chaos! What if they escape halfway, what should they do!"

Zhao Liexian said angrily: "How can there be a complete egg under the collapse of the nest? Don't they understand this principle? What's more, all the king's land is the king's land, and all the king's ministers are the king's ministers. Although they are monks, aren't they the ministers of my Great Qi?"

Zhao Hanqing said: "Father, these monks are rebellious and have not been trained and integrated. They have rushed to the battlefield. I am afraid that they will not be able to exert their combat power, but will cause a lot of trouble. This matter has learned from the past!"

Zhao Liexian immediately retorted: "This is something that happened more than a hundred years ago. Besides, that time, it was because the promised reward could not be fulfilled, which caused turmoil. If you promised to be highly profitable, you would not worry that these monks could not provide me with advice!"

Zhao Hanqing said angrily: "The treasury now needs money everywhere, so how can we reward these monks with heavy rewards?"

Zhao Liexian smiled slightly, looking like he was not worried about selling his master's land: "I, Daqi, have so many classics of magic weapons and magic weapons. I promised that the monks who returned can reward their magic weapons and magic weapons according to their military achievements. Why worry that they cannot serve the court's advice?"

Zhao Hanqing said angrily: "There are only more than a thousand pieces of royal secrets. Do you want to empty the treasure house?"

Zhao Liexian laughed and said, "Can they come back so many people... I'll say something else!"

After saying that, Zhao Lie first bowed to Zhao Bairen and said, "Father, at the moment, the only way to recruit disciples of various sects from the Fighting Conference and send them to the Southeast battlefield for emergency reinforcements! The war is fierce. If they can return, they can open the door of the treasure house to let the people of the world see the demeanor of our court, and at the same time greatly ease the tension with the various sects. If most of them cannot return, they can save these magic weapons and magic weapons, and then they can be buried with noble etiquette and pass on the world to let them leave their names forever!"

Zhao Hanqing was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Zhao Lie seriously and couldn't believe that this seemingly feasible method was what his fourth brother, who only knows how to have fun on weekdays.

Zhao Hanqing was clear-headed. The reason why he was unwilling to come up with this idea was because he didn't want Li Chengfeng to die, because Li Chengfeng has now become a banner of the princes of their side. With him, he will definitely call on more knowledgeable people in the world of cultivation to stand on his side and support him in a drastic reform.

However, if Li Chengfeng is sent to the southeast battlefield... his swords and weapons are eyeless, and his artillery is ruthless. No matter how you have the ability to be invincible, you will be invincible in the battlefield where the shells are washed away and the light waves are storming.

Zhao Hanqing was anxious and wanted to say again: "Father..."

Zhao Liexian immediately interrupted and said, "Father, I am in a hurry to follow the power! I was so angry that I looked at my eyes. How could I have a perfect plan?"

Zhao Bairen pondered for a while, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay!"

This was a final decision. Li Chengfeng and others on the Qiankun Fighting Platform had no idea that their fate had undergone a sharp turn.

After Zhao Lie first received Zhao Bairen's approval, he shouted that his father was wise and then bowed down. No one saw the corners of his smug mouth.

Li Chengfeng, Li Chengfeng, even real people in painting, real people in beasts, real people in puppets can’t kill you, you’re so lucky!

Now, if you are really lucky, go to the Southeast battlefield known as the flesh and blood millstone!
Chapter completed!