Chapter 110 This is enough (please ask for monthly tickets for the second update)

Zhao Haier, who was originally sent to a countryside, hugged the big and thick village girl and dreamed of her life, and felt that she would have to pass through her life. She suddenly had a huge opportunity - at least in his opinion.

"Sure enough, it seems that talents like me should not be buried in such places!"

After receiving Egil's order, Zhaohaier quickly managed everything, and then went day and night to reach the Euphrates' defense line as fast as possible.

This surprised Egil a little. He originally thought that Zhao Haier would have to wait two days before he arrived.

"It seems that our general is quite anxious." Egil chuckled and said to Joan of Arc, sitting beside him, and Artoria.

Joan of Arc smiled without saying a word, but Artoria snorted softly: "Of course, I am afraid of missing time and being cut off by you, a tyrant. I am even more afraid that you will change your mind temporarily and make him lose his chance. You should know that for someone like him who is outdated, the opportunity to reach the sky is more important than a wife and a child at a time."

"That's it... utilitarianism... is both a good thing and a bad thing. It depends on how I grasp it - let him come over. I want to take a good look at this general. He may have a place in my palace in the future."

"Is this really going to happen?" Artoria expressed doubts: "Before this, he had betrayed his lord Saladin."

"That's Saladin's sorry for him first." Egil half joked, half defended Zhao Haier.

"No matter what reason, if you betray once, you can betray the second time. It seems that I will not be relieved of such a person." Artoria continued.

"I will find a way to do this." Egil continued to smile. From beginning to end, Joan of Arc just listened quietly. Occasionally, he picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip of green tea with a faint tea fragrance. He looked at Egil with a calm face - even though Egil rarely looked in her direction.

"This is enough." For a moment, Joan of Arc felt that all his hard work, hard work and hard work were rewarded, and he was so moved that he was almost crying.

"What's wrong with you?" At this time, the emperor noticed the abnormality of the female grandfather beside him and asked with concern.

"No... nothing is wrong. I'm just a little tired." Joan of Arc shook his head and replied with a smile at Egil.

"Don't be too tired. After all, body is important." Egil said while holding Joan of Arc's hand. He completely ignored the scorching heat behind him, and could even stare into his body with a hole.

"It's okay." Joan of Arc said again. However, this still couldn't make Egil feel at ease. The hot weather, the expedition and mental trauma made Joan of Arc get sick after returning. Although Joan of Arc quickly improved under the treatment of Hippocrates and the care of Nightingale, he still had no strength in recent days. This made Egil feel very scared. He secretly glad that he felt that he was wiser to not allow Joan of Arc to be the commander of this army.

While Egil, Joan of Arc and Artoria were talking, behind Egil, Sonia was still standing straight up straight and still had no sense of existence. On the other side, Maria, the little nun standing behind Joan of Arc, felt very scared - just like the feeling of a frog seeing a snake or a rabbit seeing a wolf - when she was not paying attention and facing Artoria opposite, she obviously felt the queen's unfriendly gaze.

Although the target of that eye should not be directed at himself, but at Joan of Arc in front of him. However, the young nun Maria still felt extremely frightened and almost screamed in fear.

In this way, in a stable and peaceful atmosphere, Zhaohair was brought to Egil. Egil did not talk much nonsense—three conditions, converted to Catholic faith, swore allegiance to Egil, and sent his eldest son to Krakow as a hostage. If he could do these three, he would be the commander-in-chief of the Euphrates Front. If he could not do it, he would continue to go back to the corners of the countryside.

Zhao Haier did not disappoint Egil. On the same day, he found a priest in the army and became a glorious Catholic. Then he knelt down on one knee in front of Egil and made a vicious oath to Egil. Then, in front of Egil, he wrote a letter to his eldest son, asking him to "study travel" in Krakow next.

Zhao Haier's eldest son is fourteen years old this year. He is a lively, active, innocent and idiot who can save the world. Egil believes that this child should not reject the capital of the world's largest power and study abroad. If he operates well, the other party will not only not feel the humiliation and depression of being a hostage, but on the contrary, he will be trained to be a loyal talent who has a great favor for the Norman Empire. Speaking of which, Zhao Haier is not a loss.

In the next few days, Egil gave the command rights of the Second Euphrates Legion, the cannon fodder Legion. At the same time, he met Harry and Khalid in private and "instructed" them indifferently. The two generals produced by the system also understood and knew what they should do.

In this way, the time was pushed to October. Three months after the end of the jihad, Egil finished his work in Syria, visited the newly built city of Jerusalem, and then formulated a "major plan" to search for slaves to open up the golden waterway. Then he took a warship, his decoration was freshly decorated, and the Royal Navy Victory, which was loaded with a large number of Arab-style trophys, returned to the port of Khlsson...

At the same time, Genghis Khan, who attracted worldwide attention and was the strongest conquerors in Central Asia, Persia's former land, received a letter from his vanguard general, his proud hawk.

Today, the Tibetan area is still firmly in the hands of the Tang Dynasty. The so-called living Buddha Basiba naturally does not use to lick Genghis Khan's butt. Therefore, the words used by Kui Buhua are still the Mongolian characters that were passed down when he was conquering Uygur and changed from the letters of Uygur. They are usually called old Mongolian. Of course, although the words are useful, for barbarians who have just entered a civilized society, they can be used as long as they can be used. So there is no need to pay too much attention.

Temujin, who is now 62 years old, has gray hair, but his eyes are bright and imposing. He can drive a strong bow with four stones, ride a fast horse and a woman. Therefore, Dashan waved his hand and rejected the man who had a look like a falcon, insisted on taking the letter to his own hands and reading it with the lights.

The man beside him smiled bitterly, and exchanged glances with other Mongolian generals around him, knowing that this is a sign of Khan's dissatisfaction with age. It seems that a strong man like Temujin doesn't like to admit his old age anyway. Perhaps in his opinion, the man next to him's way of reading letters for him in such considerate way is, on the contrary, an insult.

So, the camp tent was quiet. There was only the bonfire burning sound. The Mongolian generals and princes divided the sides. They watched their great khan. These generals who were brave, barbaric and killed countless people now dared not make a sound. They were afraid of angering the great khan who was sitting upright.

After a while, Genghis Khan finished reading the letter and smiled. The atmosphere around him became much more relaxed. The generals breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that Dahan was in a good mood. It must be because the vanguard army in front brought good news.

"Zhebe, if you think your eyes are good, then you can read this letter to the people here." While teasing this, Genghis Khan handed the letter to the general standing next to him. Zhebe, known as the number one sharpshooter in Mongolia and one of Genghis Khan's four pioneers (four dogs).

The Mongolian generals around also echoed Genghis Khan's words and laughed in kindness.

"Sir, Khan." Zhebe also smiled and took the letter handed over by Genghis Khan. He omitted the greetings and blessings at the beginning of the letter. He began to read the content directly. That is, the matter of timid Buhua starting from Samarkand and sweeping all the way - Persian rebels, victory, Timur tribe remnants, victory, Arabs, victory...

"This kid from the Naiman tribe is not reporting military information, it is clearly showing his merits." Next to him, a Mongolian general suddenly spoke out loudly, which caused another burst of laughter from others. Zhebi's voice was also interrupted.

When everyone laughed enough and was about to continue listening to the following content, they heard Zhebe "Hey?", which seemed to look very strange. The Mongolian generals were also a little strange, so they urged Zhebe to read quickly and not to swell their appetites.

"Everyone, don't worry." So Zhebo continued to read again - this was the process of the timid vanguard army fighting the Crusaders...

"After three months of deep into the enemy's country, we finally encountered a decent army that could be called opponents. They were in large numbers. So instead of facing the enemy head-on, I used the method of seduction and sent cavalry to anger the enemy, and then let them fall into the trap I set up.

However, the other party's commander was a very cunning person. No matter how I teased or tried, the other party refused to be fooled. And the other party's army also had elite light cavalry comparable to our Mongols. With such strength, the other party blocked my army and stagnated my army for nearly a month..."

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