After a meal, the kings were called away by Han Xin and incorporated into Lin Zhan's secret legion.
Di Xin looked at the slowly awakening young master Lin and said irritably, "What's wrong with you, kid? I'm here recruiting people for you, and you just faint."
"Ancestor, you can't blame me. All my life, I thought my grandfather was dead, my father was useless, and our family's manor was confiscated. If it weren't for my lord-level maternal grandfather and my hot-tempered father-in-law, our family would have been bullied to death."
"Suddenly, two amazing grandfathers appeared and told me our family wasn't just this small group, and I had a bunch of amazing ancestors. You can say the shock was enough, but today, these amazing ancestors of ours also brought me over 300 kings as subordinates. Who could handle that?"
Shang Tang, standing nearby, smacked his lips and said to a proud Di Xin, "I don't think this kid is saying nice things. Are you sure he's praising us?"
Di Xin heard this and thought carefully, then sighed and said, "Old ancestor, what can you do? He's your own descendant, you have to accept him as he is."
Shang Tang was taken aback, then nodded and said, "Even if..."
Rommel nodded and said, "That's what I think too. That's why I've organized a large number of heavy infantry, planning to push steadily towards the human positions, and then send cavalry to provide support at any time. As soon as a breach is opened, we can advance directly."
"The idea is good, but don't you forget the landmines Lin Zhan buried last time, and the airdropped bombs. Even if you prepare more air forces, you might not be able to cover everything," Old Ye Er said.
As the master and disciple were chatting happily, the pressure of several powerful, ancient kings descended upon the camp of the Ten Thousand Races' coalition.
Before Old Ye Er could react, he heard a childish voice say, "Rommel, hurry up and come out to pay up."