If God could give Butu another choice, he would never believe Zhang Chen and use a cannon to slam people. (23w[x]

"This weapon, this armor..." Looking at the fragments all over the ground, Butu was in tears.

Not only him, but all the generals who participated in this artillery battle looked awkward. The entangled expression made Zhang Chen laugh secretly, but he had to pretend to be a breeze-like expression.

There is no way, this time these people have suffered a lot of losses.

Not to mention how much time it took to take risks to transport the cannons to this place, just to say that the shells and explosives used for this bombing are already astronomical.

If this number is simply compensated with the dividends they have obtained, it will probably take a lot of time.

And now, the spoils obtained from this artillery battle are in front of them.

Broken corpses, broken armor, broken weapons, and even a small piece of gold jewelry dug out of the ground were very broken!

Even if these things are added up, they are just the price of selling scrap iron, which is useless!

"At least you need to have some ambition, okay? Isn't it just a little loss? If the old ones don't go to the new ones, the whole continent will soon become yours. Are you afraid of having no money?" Zhang Chen said with a smile.

Everyone stared at him, their eyes full of resentment.

If this kid hadn't kept asking them to bombard, they wouldn't have suffered such great losses!

But even if they lend them a hundred courages, no one dares to say anything wrong.

"What the national teacher said is very true. Our eyes are still a little short-sighted. Our war will soon become a war dominated by gunpowder. What's the use of these weapons if they are taken back intact?" This is a bit of a vision. At this time, we have already expected the power of hot weapons.

"That's right, both the Roman Empire and the Arab Empire are very good at doing business. I don't know much about trading with the Central Plains over the years, and there is some silver. Why should we care about this little bit?" This is clear about the international situation, and I am afraid that I have prepared for how to make money.

"The national master is a god who descends to earth and can create a magical weapon like a red cannon. Since the national master speaks, how could we not obey? Everyone clean up and wait for the national master's orders. We only follow the national master's leader!" This is a heartfelt one. Well, it's still something that Zhang Chen likes...

However, Zhang Chen would not forget what he needed to do because of the praise from a group of people.

"Quickly fill our gunpowder here. Everyone withdraws their troops and leave a few people to watch here. Let us create a special effect masterpiece for those two countries!" Zhang Chen said.

The order was arranged quickly.

In less than a day, the artillery soldiers who came from the secret retreated and disappeared completely.

It was also at this time that the news that Frederick and Mustansil disobeyed the orders of the apostles of God and fought in front of the apostles, and were finally punished by God from heaven and died quickly spread all over the place.

Countless people went to the battle place with curious thoughts, wanting to observe the situation there.

The corpse was left untie, and the one presented to everyone at this time was far from being considered a corpse.

At most, it's just a pile of coke.

It was broken in an incredible way, with countless cokes!

A strange smell spread all over the world, and everyone felt that this should be the breath left by the divine punishment.

Soon, a crackling sound flashed out with the dazzling light, sweeping the entire ground.

This was the Mongolian soldiers igniting the remaining gunpowder here, but a group of onlookers had no idea what was going on here.

They screamed in horror, and fell to the ground one after another, expressing sincere admiration and emotion at the traces left by the gods.

Then, the afterglow in their eyes swept, and the time was already seeing that a cluster of flames burned in the crackling light, and in the flames, there was a young man sitting cross-legged!

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and a golden crown on his head. He was not the new pope, not the apostle of God, or who?

Waiting quietly for the gunpowder to be consumed, finally, someone took his first step.

They found that the power of the divine punishment seemed to be here had disappeared.

So, unable to wait, a group of people rushed towards An Zi quickly and did not dare to approach the flame. When they were about ten steps apart, they knelt down and lowered their heads deeply.

The flame was obviously something left by the gods, how could they not be in awe of it?

"Don't stay here for too long." An Zi smiled gently, "I just experienced a war here, and many terrible powers remain. Staying here for too long will cause harm to your bodies."

"But Pope, you..."

"Don't worry about me. This is given to me by God. It is a punishment given by me that I did not stop this war. This punishment must be endured by myself for three days and three nights before it can disappear. It is useless for you here!" An Zi said.

Everyone was secretly shocked and hurriedly raised their heads. They immediately found that although An Zi looked calm at this time, her eyes still pounded from time to time, obviously feeling the pain.

"The punishment of the gods can actually make His Majesty the Pope, who is safe and sound in the holy fire, feel such pain. You can imagine how powerful it is!"

"The only one who can persevere in this flame should be His Majesty the Pope? In three days and three nights, this is the punishment that only His Majesty the Pope is qualified to be punished!"

"Why don't the poor Emperor, why don't you believe in His Majesty the Pope? If you do what the Pope said, how could you die without a complete body? The Pope is an apostle of God, and it is naturally impossible for him to make mistakes in the holy land he gave!"

Before we knew it, the trust of An Zi was becoming more and more profound.

This trust, as this group of people left and continued to spread news, was soon deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people.

During three days and three nights, countless people came and went.

There were Romans and Arabs, but without exception, all those who left here, before leaving, had a look of piety.

They swore from the bottom of their hearts that they really saw the apostle of the God.

And what this person said will guide his life forever in the years to come!

So, when An Zi's butt became numb, she almost couldn't stand up and endured for three days and three nights. Outside this battlefield, there were already a lot of people kneeling, with nearly 100,000 people kneeling!

Their performance was obviously quite convinced by An Zi, at least after An Zi's instructions, none of the people kneeling here stepped into this battlefield.

"What are you doing?" An Zi said, "The pilgrimage season has not yet arrived. Why do you leave your hometown and come to such a place?"

"I'm here just to listen to His Majesty's teachings!" said a respected old man.

An Zi looked down and saw that this was an old Arab man with wise eyes on his vicissitudes of life, and he was obviously not a vulgar person.

She walked up and helped the man up, "What teachings do you say? You have seen this world with your own eyes in this world for so many years. Do you still have no insights in your heart? The Lord is quite tolerant of everyone, and the thoughts and morals in your heart are your own doctrines. Instead of using mine, why not repair your own and obtain the most appropriate and correct doctrine?"

But she said this and made everyone stand up.

An Zi could only make a helpless expression, "Since that's the case, I will give you a little something. But this is not a doctrine, but a 'reason', the 'reason' that the Lord controls the world, and it is exactly what you lack."

Upon hearing this, the more than 100,000 people finally raised their heads and looked at An Zi expectantly.

But An Zi reached out and pulled up a dead grass from the ground. Her arm shook, and a little flame ignited, and time rushed to ignite the dead grass.

The flames quickly burned the dead grass, but An Zi looked at everyone, "Do you know what I mean?"

"I don't know!"

"Your ignorance is the only thing you need to obtain." An Zi said, "Flame can ignite dry grass, this is the principle of the world. In this principle, is there a deeper 'reason'? Who knows this? 'reason' is something that supports this world, and is the thing that the Lord uses to make the world! And now, the Lord has left this world and wants to maintain the existence of this world, he can only rely on everyone to master the 'reason', but how much do you master?"

Everyone was panicked.

This is the first time they heard that the world was maintained by them. So, their stupidity over the years is not just destruction of the world?

"What should we do if His Majesty asks us to guide us?"

"It's very simple." An Zi said, "Study, think, and master the world! They will hand over these things to you one by one, and you just need to think carefully and study hard, that's enough!"

As he said that, suddenly more than a dozen people suddenly rushed out from behind her, like ghosts, and no one knew where they came from!

Countless people widened their eyes in horror, and their heads were once again deep.

"God...the apostle of God is the apostle of God!"

More than a dozen masters and apostles walked out one by one, and each of them was just a teenager in his teens.

However, in the eyes of these people, these young men shone with dazzling light all over their bodies, like a god-like apostles!

"Pope, what should we do in the face of the Mongolian army?" At this moment, someone finally asked.

"Turn everything with love, embrace those war madmen, let them integrate into your big family." An Zi smiled, "But don't forget what your mission is!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

We are the savior-level people who master the "reason" and maintain the existence of the world. What is the invasion of these Mongolian troops, and what is the invasion of their homes?

Now we are a powerful existence above this world!

What else are hesitating about?
Chapter completed!