At this time, Hassan was staring at the tent ceiling in a daze.
He went to bed just before dawn. When he woke up, he felt a burning sensation in his internal organs. His whole body was sore and weak, and he was very uncomfortable.
"You are old after all! Age is not forgiving!" The Marshal was lamenting to himself when he heard Homulus calling his name outside the tent.
When the old brother entered the tent, Hassan immediately scolded him displeasedly: "How can you be so noisy so early in the morning?!"
Seeing the haggard look on the face of the once all-powerful eldest brother and the confusion in his eyes, Homulus felt sad, but he joked: "Brother, the sun is almost at its peak, do you think it's morning? It's like this today.
In such a big matter, you are very safe. But in terms of self-cultivation, my little brother is so lacking!"
"What? Why is it this hour? Bastard, why didn't anyone wake me up? Guard!" Hassan was startled and shouted angrily, while secretly complaining that he was so sleepy.
Homulus waved his hand and dismissed the guards who came in, sighing: "They know you just went to bed this morning, so how can they bother you?!"
Seeing the deputy commander sighing and having a gloomy look on his face, Hassan couldn't help but become alert and asked, "What are you doing here? Did something unexpected happen?"
Only then did he realize that Homulus was actually accompanied by a follower. It was the goose that had blocked his attack in Marseille before.
"Brother, I have been thinking about it all night, and now I have to tell you some things clearly!" The deputy commander hesitated for a moment, made up his mind, and opened the sound barrier.
Without waiting for Hassan's reaction, he continued: "Actually, the McCanns have been keeping in touch with me secretly!"
Hassan was frightened, but he didn't expect that the other person was talking about this, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"This old boy realizes that the situation is over and wants to show his loyalty!" he thought to himself.
"Huh! If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing!" Hassan said coldly with a straight face.
Hearing this, Homulus smiled bitterly, nodded and said: "At this moment, whether you believe it or not, brother, I actually regret it! Greed is indeed a demonic barrier that is difficult to break. Now that I think about it, with my status,
What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"
Hassan stared at the other person's face with sharp eyes. After a while, he felt that Homulus' words seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and he felt a little sad in his heart.
If you judge yourself by others, why shouldn’t you, the marshal, do the same thing?!
"Since you know your mistake, it's not too late if you are willing to look back now! That guy in Templeton is still younger. How can he do it without the support of old guys like us?!" Hassan thought about it for a while, and finally extended an olive branch.
Seeing that the other party still didn't realize the essence of the problem, Homulus could only sigh in his heart.
He bowed to Hassan and said: "Thank you, brother, for disregarding the past grudges. If there is anything I can do to help, of course I will be obliged to do so. However, what I am worried about is the afternoon meeting. Wilson and the others may interfere with it!"
"Huh?" Hassan's face darkened and he asked, "Did you hear anything? What are they going to do?"
Homulus shook his head and said: "At the beginning, the condition that McCann and I agreed upon was that once the matter is completed, we must fully cooperate with their actions against Ruhr."
Hearing these words, Hassan let out a cold snort, his anger surged, and he was about to explode.
Of course he understood the meaning of the word "it's done" in the other party's mouth, and the conditions Wilson gave him weren't the same?!
Damn McCanns, it turns out there really is an alternative!
Hassan was filled with hatred.
Simple suspicion is still covered with a thin veil to deceive oneself and others; but the truth is indeed bloody, despicable and ugly that one cannot look directly at.
Homulus could see the other person's expression clearly, and he knew how much impact his confession had on the marshal.
However, there is no turning back when you shoot a bow. Once you have said it, you must follow it to the end.
"Now that Dempla has become the regent, why do we need to fight a war with the Rus that has almost no chance of winning? But will the McKeans allow us to return our troops?" Homler
Si continued.
"Are you worried that they are unwilling to admit Dengpu's identity and create complications?" Hassan asked with a frown.
Seeing that the old man didn't understand anything, Luo Yan became impatient.
After he saluted Hassan respectfully, he said bluntly: "My lord has received a secret order from Wilson, asking him to be ready to take over Suriel's military power at any time! Marshal, you should understand what this means, right?"
"Bold!" Hassan roared angrily, the energy in his body surged, he raised his hand and struck Luo Yan with one palm.
Luoyan was on guard for a long time, and when he saw this, he ducked and easily escaped from the opponent's attack range.
Hassan became even more angry. He pulled out a short sword and started to fight.
Homulus secretly blamed Luo Yan for being too impatient, and was about to step forward to persuade him, but he saw that Hassan's ferocious face was already covered with beads of sweat, and the big hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.
"Brother, what are you..." Before he could finish his words, the dagger in Hassan's hand had fallen to the ground, and he was shaking.
Homulus hurriedly reached out to help Hassan, but was pushed away by the other party.
The marshal put his hands on the table, trying to hold himself up so that his body wouldn't fall. Then he stared at Luo Yan with his sharp eyes and shouted, "Who are you?"
"I was originally a subordinate of Queen Capricorn Tong, but now I am loyal to the regent together with the deputy commander!" Luo Yan replied loudly.
"This self-declaration of family status is very particular! It is probably the idea of that bastard fat man again!" Homulus cursed.
Hassan was also stunned by the other party's words, and he thought about it before he understood the meaning.
"That's it! Okay! You are very kind! Then, is the regent you are loyal to, in Masak at the moment, or here?" he asked through gritted teeth.
This is also the thing that bothers Hassan the most.
"Hey! People in the light don't do secret things. The horse-colored Templeton is my eldest brother in disguise! The current lord of the Eastern Territory is your biological son and the regent of Su Lier!" Luo Yan replied calmly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hassan, who was already in poor health, almost fainted from the anger of the other party's words.
"Is this still called 'people in the light don't do secret things'? You are all doing secret things, okay!" He cursed angrily in his heart.
"Brother! None of this is important now. We have to come up with an idea quickly. You heard what Xiaoyan said just now. I'm afraid the Mackenzies are planning to attack you and the regent!" Homulus intervened at the right time.
Words.
Hassan was about to say, "That's not what you want?" But then he thought, if the other party really meant to replace him, why would he bother to tell the truth?!
He tried his best to control his emotions, pondered for a long time, and then said with a hint of luck: "I have 700,000 soldiers under my command. Given the great courage of the McCanns, how dare you do anything to us?"
Immediately, a stern look flashed in Hassan's eyes, and he shouted: "Or, just strike first and take down all of them now!"
Homulus and Luo Yan were startled by Hassan's words, and at the same time they realized a serious problem. Not only was the marshal in poor health, his mentality and mind were also on the verge of collapse.
"Brother, this must not be done! If you have a falling out with the McCanns now, you will be giving someone a thumbs up! This will not be good for Su Lier or the future of the regent!" Homulus said urgently.
Advise.
"Hey...!" Hassan suddenly sat down on the handsome chair in frustration and sighed: "I also know that there is no other way. But if we don't take action first, the initiative will be in the hands of the McCanns.
Yes! They must have had a plan in advance and prepared to ensure success! My life and death is a small matter, if something happens to Templeton, then, it will be all over!"
"Hey! It all depends on people! Mr. Maisang, Suriel's adviser, has an idea. Can I tell you about it?" Luo Yan said impatiently.
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Hassan: I feel uncomfortable all over! It seems that after finishing this matter, it’s time to take a good rest!