"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 little commander.
After receiving the letter and reading it, the young commander was immediately stunned.
If everything in the front 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 do you mean?" The young commander was dumbfounded: "Our reinforcements are here. Not to mention not helping us fight the enemies at the bottom of the mountain, we are also asked 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 the young commander, even at his own age, he had seen countless storms and waves and never seen this kind of gameplay.
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 are crazy. I don't understand what song this song is about." 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 should we do? There are many military orders. Even if the superiors ask us to cut the watermelon, we have to bite the bullet and cut it. Pass the order and do it according to the letter."
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 Futian was surprised that the enemies in the woods did not launch any attacks along the way.
"Support 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 was smiling, it was obvious that he was very confused in his heart: "Are you the deputy commander of Yaogui?"
¡°I¡¯ll help you with your good eyesight. I¡¯m a demon.¡± The young man chuckled.
Futian smiled awkwardly: "May I ask, why is the Lord Yaogui, the master of your palace, 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, and specially asked Yao Ming to lead the elite. Come help.¡±
After finishing speaking, 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 the barrier with one man, and no one can stop them."
"Everyone in the world knows that the Troll Palace has extraordinary abilities. This group of brothers is still the elite among them, and each of them is even more outstanding. One man is in charge, I have no doubt about it."
"Help the old man and praise him." Yao Ming said with a smile.
"Okay, let's talk 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.
Yaoming 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 departing Troll Palace team, Futian was doubtful about the operation of Han Sanqian and others, but at least no matter what happened, their reinforcements finally arrived.
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