"Fu Lao, what's wrong?" one of the young commanders asked.
Futian frowned, thought for a long time, took out the letter from his hand, and handed it to the young commander.
After receiving the letter and reading it, the young commander was immediately stunned.
If everything above is normal, then the next sentence is completely nonsense.
"Let the people from the Troll Palace enter the mountainside immediately. We will immediately open the entrance. At the same time, tell the enemy that Han Sanqian has orders at the same time. The people from the Troll Palace cannot attack either."
"What does this mean?" The young commander was dumbfounded: "Now our reinforcements are here. Not to mention they won't help us fight the enemies at the bottom of the mountain. They also asked us to give orders to the other side's soldiers on behalf of the other side's general."
"In all my life's fighting, I have never seen anything like this."
Hearing the little commander's question, Futian was also full of complaints. Not to mention that the young commander was young, even at his age, he had seen countless storms and waves and had never seen such a method.
Thinking of this, Futian looked at the messenger: "Are you sure this is really the secret letter sent to me by Mr. Ye personally?"
"My subordinates will never dare to make any jokes about military affairs. This letter is indeed written by Mr. Ye himself."
"He's not drunk?" Futian questioned.
"During the war, as the commander-in-chief, how could Mr. Ye get drunk?" After saying this, the messenger took out something like a small red bean from his arms: "By the way, this was given to Mr. Ye by Han Sanqian, saying
As long as we explain the release situation to the enemy and light this special signal pill, Han's three thousand square meters of troops will naturally obey orders."
"It's so fucking weird, these two people are crazy. What song is this song about? Why don't I understand it at all?" Futian shouted depressedly.
The young commanders looked at me and I looked at you. They were all speechless for a moment. This order was too ridiculous.
After a long time, one of them couldn't help but ask: "So Fu Lao, what should we do now?"
"What to do? There are many military orders. Even if the superiors ask a group of us to cut watermelons, we have to bite the bullet and do it. Send the order and do what the letter says."
The four commanders immediately took orders. Some began to release their own smoke to inform the reinforcements of their location. Others began to loudly convey Han Sanqian's orders to the enemy troops in the woods and at the same time released the special smoke pills given by Han Sanqian.
After a quick operation, the people from the Troll Hall came over quickly, and to Futian's surprise, the enemies in the woods really didn't launch any attacks along the way.
"Help the elderly."
The Troll Palace people arrived at the pass successfully, but the leader was a young man in his twenties. When he saw Futian, he bowed respectfully.
Although Futian had a smile on his face, it was obvious that he was very confused in his heart: "Are you the deputy commander of Yaogui?"
"You have good eyesight, I'm a demon." The young man chuckled.
Futian smiled awkwardly: "May I ask, why is the master of your palace, Lord Yaogui, not here?"
Yao Ming smiled softly: "The palace master was extremely sleepy after attacking the city, so he temporarily rested in the camp. When he woke up today, he saw that the war was still raging in the mountains, so he was worried about something happening here, so he specially asked Yao Ming to lead the elite.
Come and help.”
After finishing his words, Yao Ming gently looked at the army behind him: "These elites are all the strongest people in my Troll Palace. The number may not be very large, but they can definitely hold a barrier with one man, and no one can defeat them."
"Everyone in the world knows that the Troll Palace has extraordinary abilities. These brothers are among the elite, and each of them is even more extraordinary. One man is in charge, I have no doubt about it."
"Fu Lao Praise." Yao Ming said with a smile.
"Okay, let's talk about it in detail after this battle is over. Mr. Ye and others are waiting for you on the mountainside. You can go quickly." Futian said with a smile.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Yao Ming nodded and cupped his fists with both hands: "Okay, Fu Lao, after we return home, we will keep him drunk."
After finishing his words, Yao Ming shouted softly: "All disciples obey orders."
"roar!"
"Follow me and rush to the mountainside without any mistakes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Ming took the lead and rushed towards the mountainside.
Looking at the Troll Palace team leaving, Futian was doubtful about the operation of Han Sanqian and others, but at least no matter what happened, their reinforcements finally arrived.
