"Besides, how can they obey what I said!"

"Ha, don't you listen?" Mo Feng sneered, then turned around and looked over, and said in a deep voice: "Dear leaders, what do you think you said just now!"

Seeing Mo Feng's sarcastic spirit, Xianbei Kuitou also snorted coldly and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "General Mo, our tribes all live in the bitter and cold land of Mobei. Every winter, thousands of people freeze to death and starve to death. How can we hand over so many cattle and sheep in this way?"

"Besides, the Han Dynasty is the country above the Heavenly Kingdom. Wouldn't such actions be laughed at? How about the country of etiquette?"

At this time, Mo Feng's expression gradually became sharp. He glanced at them and then shouted heavily: "Do you really think that I am a great man who you want to rely on if you want to rely on. If you want to rebel, you can leave at any time?"

"In addition, what I just said is not to ask for your consent, but to issue this order to you."

Mo Feng was arrogant and arrogant, looking at the many leaders with a look of dignity, shouting in a sonorous and powerful manner word by word.

As soon as this statement was spoken, many generals instantly burst into blood and their bodies were trembling slightly.

This is the general of their great Han Dynasty, and this is the general they want.

At this moment, their spines were straight and straight, and the turbidity in their eyes dissipated at this time, but their eyes turned bright and became very firm.

At the same time, the Chinese officials in the court were instantly unhappy.

He was so angry that he was the Han Dynasty ruled the world with Confucianism, but how could Confucianism commit murder? Not to mention letting these affiliated tribes pay the cows and sheep.

In their eyes, they were the only ones who gave this group of remote refugees. As for these people, they could just give them whatever they wanted to give to the court. How could they be allowed to pay tribute to marry their daughter now?

"Your Majesty, General Mo is biased in his actions this time."

"Your Majesty, I think that our Han Dynasty is the supreme country of the Heavenly Kingdom and should protect the subordinate ministries from their lives. How can we make it more laborious?"

"Your Majesty, the leaders recognize that our great Han will rely on it, so that we can demonstrate the style of our great country. But if they are asked to pay huge taxes this time, who will dare to rely on our great Han in the future?"

For a moment, a group of ministers ignored Mo Feng's reputation and all tried to advise the truth.

There is no way. In their hearts, Confucianism's concept is more important than their fate. Now that someone goes against Confucianism in front of them, how can they sit still?

"Mo Aiqing, this..." Liu Hong felt a little embarrassed.

Mo Feng turned his head and looked at the few people who were strongly advised, and only one or two were blushing.

His eyebrows and eyes were filled with dissatisfaction with Mo Feng, and even the ministers were furiously piping their sleeves.

"Your Majesty, yesterday, Yuan Shi Tianzun asked me to dream of me and told me that there were some demons today. If you let them go, the Han Dynasty will not be far from the destruction of the country. If you want to break it, you can only expel these demons from the bitter and cold land of Youbei." Mo Feng immediately clasped his fists and said with a sharp look, with a very serious expression.

After saying that, several ministers were stunned. He was obviously going to mess with them! The key is that he was still so blatant, he believed it!

"Yuanshi Tianzun's dream? If you let it go, you will destroy the country?" Liu Hong was stunned for a moment, and his face was panicked. Although he didn't believe what Mo Feng said, he would rather believe in some things than not.

"My dear, do you think this is serious?" Liu Hong asked in panic.

"When you go back to Your Majesty, every word I say is true. If there is a half false statement, it will be punished by God. Moreover, if there has not rained in various places for a long time, the land has long been drought. If Your Majesty exiled this group of people to the bitter and cold land on the border, then God will definitely feel it. At that time, I will pray to the God of Rain and bring down the God of Divine Rain to nourish all things." Mo Feng said seriously.

Liu Hong looked at Mo Feng's swearing look and instantly raised his eyebrows and said, "Mo Aiqing, can you really pray to the God of Rain?"

As soon as this statement was made, not only Liu Hong, but also all the civil and military officials looked at Mo Feng with a hopeful expression on their faces.

You should know that droughts have been common since ancient times. However, the number of droughts in ancient times was not like now. At that time, the so-called water conservancy was not built. Slightly drought means large-scale unrecovered areas, so that all the people in ancient times relied on heaven to harvest.

The so-called rain prayers are all liars. But even so, in the drought, countless people still believe in salary because the lack of food will mean that they may be hungry.

However, when this sentence was said from Mo Feng, everyone was half-believing and half-doubting. After all, Mo Feng himself was very likely to be a god, and it was not impossible to pray to the rain god in this way.

"Of course! The God of Rain is the best friend of Weichen. This little thing is not difficult." Mo Feng said very gently.

It is not difficult for Mo Feng to make the rain prayer thing. If you have two cannons and one blow, as long as the clouds are enough, it can speed up the condensation of the clouds and cause rainfall.

"Make friends?"

Everyone's mouth twitched and their eyes widened. This is too dreamy! The God of Rain is actually Mo Feng's best friend? This God of Damn is covered by God? Doesn't that mean that from now on, the great man will have good weather?

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Mo Feng.

Among them, the original clamored corrupt scholars were a little hesitant, but they were actually panicked. Damn Brother Rain God? Can you still have fun? They should really be exiled to the frontier when they play like this!

Liu Hong pondered a little at this time, and then took notice in his heart. He immediately pretended to be profound and said: "My destiny is not against you. I hope you will forgive me and stay in the border for a while. During this period, I will order someone to take care of several wives, children, and children."

After Liu Hong finished speaking, several ministers were in a panic.

He fell to the ground in an instant and shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty, we have no restraint and have no objection. I hope your Majesty will understand clearly!"

"Hey! You guys don't need to say much. I just asked you to stay in the border for a while. When the time comes, you will definitely be called on the court." Liu Hong waved his hand, saying that he would just stop talking.

For a moment, the few people looked as if they were ashamed, and their clamor had already dissipated. They thought that other ministers would plead for them, but at this time, the group of people looked at each other and had no idea to help them.

After all, not everyone is so stupid. Mo Feng is a Confucian scholar who is a brother to the God of Rain.

After packing up a few people, Mo Feng slowly turned his gaze to the group of alien leaders, a cold look curled up at the corner of his mouth, and then he said in a deep voice: "Submit, or die!"

The sound was sonorous and powerful, and it echoed in the air at this time. In Mo Feng's view, under the Han Dynasty, there were only those who paid tribute and paid tribute, who were not dependent on greedy people.

"Submit or die?"

Many foreign leaders looked at each other, their eyes were deeply trapped in it, and it was obvious that the situation had left their control. At this time, the great man was probably no longer a tiger without claws like before.
Chapter completed!