"What face do you, Great Shang, still have to lead Huaxia?"
Lin Zhan looked at Meng Tian in a daze.
Damn, this wasn't the great general Wang Meng Tian, known as the "Number One Warrior of China," but a delusional old ancestor brainwashed by a pyramid scheme!
Lin Zhan turned to Bai Qi and Wang Jian with a helpless expression. "Do you two think the same way?"
Bai Qi glared. "My King, Ying Zheng, is hailed as an emperor for all time, skilled in both civil and military arts. Why can't he lead humanity to conquer the heavens again? Instead, he lets this snot-nosed brat be the commander. Is this not unjust to the heavenly way, unjust to the ancestors of humanity?"
Lin Zhan sighed. Great, these two were brainwashed by the same pyramid scheme company, just by different teachers.
He then turned to Wang Jian. "Old sir, what is your reason?"
Wang Jian looked up proudly. "A ruler treats his minister with courtesy, and a minister serves his ruler with loyalty. My family has long been favored by Your Majesty, and we will naturally fight for Your Majesty's great cause."
After hearing their answers, Lin Zhan's head buzzed.
Damn it, the Great Qin Dynasty had been gone for over 2,000 years, and how had Old Ancestor Ying Zheng not noticed that his three trusted generals were actually mentally ill?
What kind of mind could still say such things now?
Lin Zhan rubbed his temples and said to the people beside him, "What should we do? We can't just kill them, can we?"
Dian Wei shook his head. "My lord, can you bring yourself to kill three lunatics, especially old lunatics who are thousands of years old?"
Lin Zhan looked at Xuan Zhen with a helpless expression. "Go find Ying Xuan, Bai Zhanlong, Wang Er Zhuang, and Meng Gang. Oh, and if these three old guys have sons or grandsons in prison, bring a couple of them too."
"What for, Old Lin? We just got to the unit, why are you calling us back again?"
Not long after, Wang Er Zhuang's voice, with a pure Northeastern accent, came from the doorway.
Lin Zhan looked at Wang Er Zhuang in bewilderment. How could this godson from a northeastern family speak the northeastern dialect more authentically than his brother and godfather?
Ying Xuan and the others walked in, followed by over ten kings from the three great families.
Wang Er Zhuang sighed and sat next to Wang Jian. "Old Ancestor, what are you up to?"
"What era is this? There are no emperors anymore. Never mind anything else, if even Lin Lao Hei, that bastard, wanted to be emperor, we brothers would have to take him down under the cover of darkness."
"Old Ancestor, times have changed. Your old ways won't work anymore. Besides, Old Ancestor Ying Zheng was such a far-sighted emperor, wouldn't he see the current situation clearly? I feel like you old guys must have been tricked by some scoundrel."
Lin Zhan looked at Wang Er Zhuang with a sigh, realizing that ever since Yang Tingting had "unsealed" him, he had mutated and become increasingly bold.
I'm sitting right here, and you're calling me a bastard left and right. Are you even polite?
Lin Zhan looked at everyone and said, "Originally, after this incident, I intended to find an excuse to kill these three old fellows."
Everyone was stunned. They thought Lin Zhan intended to detain these three great generals, but unexpectedly, he had murderous intent and planned to finish them off.
"Don't look at me like that. I've killed plenty of kings, I don't mind three more. As for the kings of their three families, I will detain them first and hand them over to Old Ancestor Ying Zheng for xử lý (disposal) when we return to Huaxia."
Lin Zhan continued slowly, seeing everyone's expressions.
"However, after asking just now, I realized things are not that simple. To be precise, these three old muddleheads have always believed that Old Ancestor Ying Zheng instructed them to rebel."
"So, I called you all here to brainstorm and analyze the situation."
Ying Xuan showed a wry smile and said to Lin Zhan helplessly, "Old Lin, leave this matter to me. I probably know what's going on."
The others looked at Ying Xuan in surprise. "You know? Why didn't you say so earlier? You made everyone worry. What if Old Lin had really killed these three old ancestors?"
Wang Er Zhuang glared at Ying Xuan. "Shut up. Your Wang family is also involved in this. Do you really think this is something to be proud of?"
"What are you looking at? Go find Uncle Wu and also bring the elders of our three families from several generations, we'll talk together later."
Just as Wang Er Zhuang was about to leave, Lin Zhan quickly said, "Wait a moment. First, give me the tiger tally for troop deployment. Let Old Leng select people. For each army group, select 500,000 men, and let the Leng family's Hunter Brigade train them for a while, preparing to fight in the Troll Forest."
Bai Zhanlong, Wang Er Zhuang, and Meng Gang immediately took out their respective tiger tallies and handed them to Lin Zhan. They then instructed their respective guard captains to help select people.
Lin Zhan handed the tiger tally to Zhang Dabiao, asking him to find Leng Shan. After all, the matter at hand involved the inheritance of the three great families, and Zhang Dabiao was not qualified to know about it.
Ying Xuan then said to Lin Zhan, "Let the kings of the three families out. These people can't stir up any trouble in front of you, Great Shang."
Lin Zhan pouted. "It's not me bragging, but even these three old muddleheads, with my five juniors, I could subdue them in a little time."
Meng Tian's eyes widened, and he said to Lin Zhan, "Kid, don't boast. No matter what, we three old fellows are over 2,000 years old. By seniority, you should call us Ancestor."
"You've committed a crime," Lin Zhan said disdainfully.
"But our seniority is also here."
"You've committed a crime."
"You..."
"What 'you'? You've committed a crime, and you're still acting senior? If it weren't for Meng Gang's sake, I would have slapped you long ago."
Lin Zhan said, looking at the indignant Meng Tian.
To be an ancestor here, you have to act like one in front of Young Master Lin.
Look at Liu Che and Liu Xiu, how badly they were tricked by Young Master Lin. If it were someone with less luck, they would have been put in a box long ago.
And yet they still work tirelessly on the front lines.
As for Temujin and his grassland kings, as long as there's trouble here, they'll rush forward with their sabers, riding their husky dogs without a word.
These are the ancestors worthy of respect, worthy of being treated well, because they genuinely step up when needed.
Look at the three of you. You're either squatting on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield or on the front lines during human civil wars.
Look at how you charge when fighting against the great beauties and the polar bears. You all rush forward.
But when you get to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, you hesitate to fight in the Troll Forest. You keep these elite troops of three army groups, waiting to rebel against me from behind, right?