Update

It's too late, too late, I'm really sorry for the update. I just came here, so...but today's condition is good and the word count is guaranteed. So please give me a red ticket!

When Zhao Fubo came to the tall building of Prime Minister Al-Cammy's house, Prime Minister Al-Cammy was sitting in front of a window, looking outside bored. He was actually holding a pipe in his mouth and holding a glass of wine, and was very confused about the situation in front of him.

If he knew other governors or sultans, they would be willing to have a good talk with him and solve the current situation. The solution was naturally to give him enough benefits to the prime minister who had mastered Baghdad.

"Is that young guy so ignorant!"

Once upon a time, giving young people the opportunity to give the new Sultan a promising future became the real "power" of Prime Minister Algarve. Of course, similar activities also made his "friends" all over the world. But until then, no friend had sent him news about what Zhao Fubo was.

As for the news brought by those who fled from other places, they are naturally rumored, and the feeling is really fantastic and difficult to write. At this moment, the thoughts in Prime Minister Al-Camil were just like the director of Baghdad Academy, Assad.

"Aladdin, the God of Lamp, is this possible? Holding thunder in his hand, riding a horse of flames..."

Of course, it is possible. Just by making the Kongming lantern we Chinese played during the Three Kingdoms, it is enough to scare these religious madmen to be born and the two Buddhas ascend to heaven! At this moment, in the rumors of the Arab Empire, Zhao Fubo is a figure like the legendary "green-faced and fanged" hell demon. It is precisely because of this that Prime Minister Al-Camma really thought that these rumors were so magical that it was hard to believe.

"But why didn't this guy come? Could it be..."

In the vague sense, a person with such fantasy rumors is probably not a good guy to deal with. Even if the strange and untrue scenes in those rumors are virtual words, it also tells another thing from the side, that is, this guy is not easy to deal with.

"Hmph, does a person who has made some small reputations outside want to pass so easily in Baghdad?"

In his intuition, Prime Minister Al-Camma always believed that if Zhao Fubo had no choice but to accept his exploitation, it would be difficult for him to think about "friends all over the world". The losses brought to him by this matter were not just a matter of income. The most serious thing was that he needed to buy the "friendship" of other Baghdad officials. If he lost these benefits, his status in Baghdad would also decline with the decline of "purchasing power".

There is a way that is like a crow in the world, and this is a universal truth!

The party struggles in the Song Dynasty, the eunuchs in the Ming Dynasty, and the administration of the Qing Dynasty, all corrupt officials were just the same "fee and operation" method, and there was no difference in essence. Not to mention teachers and students, nepotism, the only two words can summarize "power, money", that's it!

Of course, there is another common essence, that is, no matter how brilliant the country was, the final result was that it was invaded. The Song, Ming, and Arab Empire, which were once glorious in history, were all invaded and lost the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years.

Of course, this has little to do with the common people. The only relationship is that the head is cut off. *** Invading the Southern Song Dynasty, only in Chengdu, the number of 1.4 million corpses of the Song people was left. After the city of Baghdad was broken, there were 800,000 corpses without heads.

From the third year of Jiading in the Song Dynasty (1210), China's population of 145 million was only 75 million in the 27th year of Zhiyuan in the Yuan Dynasty (1290). This is an estimate from Fudan University's "History of China's Population".

In a word, prosperity will bring suffering to the people, destruction will bring suffering to the people!

So today, Zhao Fubo, who was obsessed with the "Martin-1 rifle" and came to the door of Prime Minister Al-Cammy with the "Slaying Knife", did not just want to prove anything with weapons. He just wanted to say one thing, since today, the lives of the Chinese people are more important than Mount Tai.

Threats, the clan will be destroyed!

Maybe he wanted to show Zhao Fubo's face, but the butler stood in front of Zhao Fubo's horse. Maybe it was because he didn't dismount, maybe it was because Zhao Fubo stinged and asked the Prime Minister to open the door to greet him. He had long been used to the butler who had smiled and had red envelopes on his face, and was really not used to Zhao Fubo.

Out of kindness, Zhao Fubo only used the word "health" to solve the painful process of his "habit" of the matter.

"Cut it!"

As Zhao Fubo said something, Zhao Tieluo, beside him, raised his sword and fell. Under the sharp "slaying knife" with serrated blade, the butler's head was "touched" and fell to the ground like a vase placed on the table. The neck cut by the sharp knife only had white flesh and even blood.

The soldiers outside the mansion of Prime Minister Alcamar, who were standing beside him were shocked. There was no one who dared to come to the mansion of Prime Minister Alcamar to kill people in Baghdad. Even the caliph Mustasin had to discuss some things with the Prime Minister Alcamar.

Since he had been amused by the housekeeper, Zhao Fubo thought that Prime Minister Algarve had no intention of cooperation. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to exist in this world in Zhao Fubo's heart. As for the people in Huangsha City who were captured, Zhao Fubo was not worried about the dangers they would have.

I believe that the commander of the Baghdad City Defense Forces, General Hartsinhall, will treat them as his eyes as his eyes for his sons and for the sons of other ministers.

Sitting in his room, thinking about ways to deal with Zhao Fubo, and even thought of a god, the Prime Minister Al Gamel, who didn't even know that his pipe was destroyed, suddenly heard a loud "bang" sound from the room. This was the echo of gunfire that had nowhere to go in the room, like a heavy hammer hitting his eardrums.

Listening to this loud voice, Prime Minister Algarve suddenly remembered the description of Zhao Fubo in the rumors - "Holding thunderbolt in your hand and riding a flaming horse"!

"What, what happened? Could it be..."

At least he believed in one thing now, the young "Aladdin" emperor who looked nothing was really holding a thunderbolt.

The gunshots and the cry of death echoed in the mansion of Prime Minister Algarmáh. This made him hurriedly pull a luxurious scimitar with many jewelry and rushed out of his study. For the convenience of meeting guests, his study was not far from the living room.

When he came to the hall full of luxury goods, he was stunned. At this moment, he had completely believed that there was nothing wrong with the rumors' description of "Aladdin". And he was really fascinated by the desire for money and caused a fatal disaster!
Chapter completed!