"Not bad, Nineteen's medicine really works. It made this idiotic fox spill the beans after drinking."
After speaking, Lin Zhan quickly signaled to the five little ones and the young Taoist hidden in the shadows.
The little ones scurried over:
"How is it, boss? Shall we take down this idiotic fox?"
Xiao Hei said with murderous intent.
Among the five little ones, Xiao Hei, the turtle hatchling yet to evolve into Xuanwu, was undoubtedly the most bloodthirsty.
It was baffling how the Xuanwu clan produced such an oddity, always preoccupied with murder, arson, and seizing territory.
Lin Zhan looked at the excited five little ones and said irritably:
"Take him down for what? All day long, it's either 'let's get rid of this one' or 'let's get rid of that one.' Can't you lot have some proper business?"
"This time, not only can we not get rid of Rommel, but we must also treat him well and keep him alive and happy. Ideally, he'll live a long and healthy life, forever and ever."
"Otherwise, there are two even fiercer fellows among the Ten Thousand Races. If we provoke them, I'll be damned..."
Shang Jiawei, worthy of being an old fox who had lived for thousands of years, spoke with great skill.
His meaning was that Lin Zhan was a child of our Great Shang, and our family is not to be trifled with. Everyone should be careful.
Furthermore, Lin Zhan was the commander-in-chief of the Three Armies of Huaxia. You must show him due respect, support whatever decision he makes, and know that the Great Shang ancestors would bear the brunt of any disaster.
Lin Zhan heard Shang Jiawei's words and glanced at the tent: Damn it, what am I afraid of? Don't you see all my ancestors here? Can you guys still eat me?
He then swaggered to the main seat:
"Esteemed ancestors, since everyone is present today, I have some urgent news that I'd like your counsel on."
After speaking, Lin Zhan organized the information he had obtained from Rommel and shared it.
The tent fell silent for several minutes after Lin Zhan finished.
Emperor Wen of Han, Liu Heng, asked: "Boy, how did you get this information? Can you confirm Rommel was telling the truth?"
Lin Zhan nodded and said:
"Ancestor Liu Heng, the information Rommel provided can be confirmed as accurate. Firstly, all of you ancestors suspected that the Ten Thousand Races would have contingencies and would merge planes to target Huaxia's military strength."
"Secondly, I drugged Rommel. This medicine was concocted by a descendant of the Hua family, so its verification through Rommel further solidifies it. In fact, this matter isn't too difficult to handle. As long as we achieve victory in these two campaigns, we will enter a long period of stalemate with the allied forces of the Ten Thousand Races."
"My main concern now is those two brats from the God and Demon races. Their armies are the most troublesome. If they truly bring twenty million cultivators at Diamond rank or higher, then we might as well not fight. Heavy artillery and missiles have little effect on Diamond-level warriors, unless we strap them to a Black Hole Missile Five."
After Lin Zhan finished speaking, he noticed that the ancestors present seemed indifferent. Even ancestors like Liu Che and Liu Xiu weren't paying close attention to what Lin Zhan was saying.
Even his own ancestors didn't seem to care about Lin Zhan's words. Like Shang Jiawei, they looked on the verge of sleep. Su Dan Novel Network.
Only two people in the entire hall were seriously listening to Lin Zhan: one was Lin Zhan's die-hard young Taoist, and the other was Ying Xuan.
In reality, Ying Xuan just wanted to perform well in front of his ancestors. Otherwise, Lin Lao Hei, what was he?