Thinking of the heads rolling on the ground in Heita earlier, Hook Nose couldn't help but clenched his fists.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve great success.

But I didn't expect that the difficulty would be so great. It seems that I still underestimated the opponent's coach.

He found that every move he made was like hitting an iron plate. Not only could he not break the iron plate, but his hands were also painfully beaten.

"Commander, Your Majesty summons you to the account."

At this moment, a lieutenant came forward and came to Hook Nose.

One sentence made Hook Nose tremble all over.

Swallowing, he nodded with a hooked nose.

Then without hesitation, he turned around and rode towards the lame man's marching camp.

At this time, inside the cripple's marching camp, there was a very depressing atmosphere that made people breathless.

When Hook Nose arrived, he saw the lame man's dark face, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that he must be in serious trouble now.

"Four hours."

The lame man spoke calmly and glanced at the hooked nose.

As soon as these words came out, Hawk Nose immediately knelt down, no longer as calm as before.

"Your Majesty, there are still two hours left, and the general will definitely be able to defeat the Ming army and cross the Dayan River!"

In front of a lame person, excuses are useless.

Therefore, instead of using excuses to find reasons, it is better to draw another pie.

However, it was obvious that the lame man was in a state of fullness and did not eat the cake at all. He turned his eyes away from the hooked nose and ignored the hooked nose at all.

Although he was very unhappy, the lame man did not kill the hook-nosed man.

After all, a cripple is not a fool. It's okay to kill one coach. If he kills coaches one after another, it will have a great impact on morale.

What's more, he called Hook Nose over not to punish him, but to say something.

Then, the lame man looked at the beautiful blonde woman beside him.

"National Preceptor, since the Holy Legion has arrived, can you join the battle now?"

There was a tone of discussion in the lame man's words.

When the hook-nosed man on the side heard the words 'Holy Legion', his heart suddenly trembled, and he felt a sense of awe.

Among the senior officials of the Timur Empire, everyone has heard of the name of the Holy Legion. It is an immortal army, an army that even His Majesty of Bhutan is not qualified to mobilize and only takes orders from the National Advisor.

The beautiful woman slowly opened her eyes.

He just glanced at the lame man from the corner of his eye, and then looked away.

"Um."

A faint word 'um'.

Suddenly, the lame man was overjoyed.

Then his eyes looked at the hooked nose again.

"Abiel, from now on, the army will fully cooperate with the Holy Legion's attack! We must conquer it in one fell swoop!"

The lame man shouted loudly. It was obvious that Dayanhe had not advanced for a long time, and he was in a very unhappy mood. Otherwise, he would not have been so anxious to let this brilliant division take action.

Instantly, the aquiline nose's heart suddenly relaxed.

"Follow the order!"

The beautiful woman stood up slowly, not caring about the cripple at all, and walked straight out of the tent. She was dressed in a skirt-like white robe, exuding a sense of mystery, and paired with her graceful figure, the cripple was all eyes.

Straight.

He had fantasized countless times about having this cold-blooded blond Imperial Master press her blond hair hard and use powerful shocks to make her taste the bliss of life.

A quarter of an hour later.

The rear of Timur's army was neatly organized, with a black-robed army of ten thousand people standing quietly in the wind and rain.

Let the torrential rain pour down and the strong wind blow, this army of ten thousand people, except for the black robes that swayed with the wind, didn't even make the slightest movement, they were all waiting.

At this moment, the magnificent chariot of the American division with blond hair slowly arrived in front of the legion.

Behind her, there were hundreds of white-skinned people in robes.

These white-skinned men were extremely self-conscious, and without any orders, they took the initiative to enter the army of ten thousand people. Each white-skinned man occupied approximately a hundred-man square.

"Your goal."

A wonderful teacher with a calm and gentle voice.

"Capture the Dayan River."

As soon as the words came out, the army of ten thousand people moved in unison, like messengers seeking their lives in the dark night, marching towards the Dayan River ahead.

Timur's army had already received the order, and they all made way for a passage leading directly to the middle of the Dayan River.

Ming army commander's tent.

Zhu Di stood beside the sand table, his brows still furrowed.

He has been thinking about it for a long time.

"Here comes someone."

Shout out.

Suddenly, a herald came in outside the tent.

"Let Zhu Neng come and see you immediately."

The herald quickly said yes and ran out quickly.

In Zhu Di's second line of defense, Zhu Neng controls the Shenji Camp.

A quarter of an hour later.

When Zhu Neng entered the tent and saw Zhu Di, both of them were somewhat embarrassed.

After all, when Zhu Di rebelled, Zhu Di was extremely suspicious of Zhu Neng. Although the relationship between the two was not broken, it was extremely stiff.

But now that everyone is serving the country, this relationship has been somewhat eased. But embarrassment is inevitable.

"Your Highness has important instructions."

Zhu Neng said calmly.

Everyone is on the battlefield, so of course it is impossible to reminisce about old times at this time.

"I need you to push all the Shenji Battalion's cannons to the shore."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Neng frowned immediately.

The Shenji Battalion is a treasure, whether it is people or guns, they are all extremely precious.

Therefore, the artillery line of the Shenji Battalion is located relatively far back, which can ensure the safety of the Shenji Battalion to the greatest extent.

"yes."

Although Zhu Neng was confused, he didn't have any hesitation.

He and Zhu Di may have had suspicions before.

But as long as he was on the battlefield, Zhu Neng still maintained absolute trust in Zhu Di.

After finishing his words, Zhu Neng turned around and left.

"Shihong."

Zhu Di shouted out, Shihong, which was Zhu Neng's name.

Zhu Neng heard the sound and paused slightly.

"I was the one who failed you before."

After Zhu Di finished speaking, he bowed to Zhu Neng and bowed.

Zhu Neng also turned around and bowed back in the same way.

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry about it. A real man is born in this world, so why bother with such trivial matters."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Neng left resolutely. The battlefield was changing rapidly. Since the commander had ordered the Shenji Battalion to move forward, there could be no delay.
Chapter completed!