Zhu Xiongying glanced at Zhu Di and said lightly.

Zhu Laosi was stunned and glanced at his eldest nephew. He didn't know what he was doing. He wanted to call his name for Mao at this time, but he did not hesitate and stood up.

"I'm here."

In an instant, all the generals' eyes fell on Zhu Di, especially those of Zhu Di's old troops.

"I conferred the title of King of Yan on Zhu Di, gave him a holiday, and presented him with a fine horse. His sons and heirs were all restored to their original titles."

As soon as he said this, Zhu Di froze on the spot.

Excited?

Can't say.

Not excited?

Thinking about it carefully, my mood is indeed overwhelming again.

In any case, after all this hard work, I finally came back from all the hard work.

Among his sons, the fat Zhu Gaochi looked calm, while Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui looked happy. These two fools had lost the title of county king, and they were probably very uncomfortable during this period.

As for the other generals, after seeing Zhu Di being awarded the title, their expressions seemed much relieved.

Zhu Xiongying also awarded Zhu Di a title at this moment just to stabilize the hearts of these generals. After all, even rebels like Zhu Laosi had been awarded this title, so there was no need to worry about their rewards.

There was just one thing that puzzled Zhu Di: why should he give himself a good horse?

"Geng Bingwen was posthumously named the Wuyong King of Jiayu. His eldest son Geng Xuan inherited the dukedom of Yongguo. His second son and three sons were all promoted to marquis."

Zhu Xiongying added another sentence.

Zhu Xiongying still has some respect for this old general.

When the generals heard Geng Bingwen's name, their mood instantly became solemn, and the desire to kill on the battlefield was once again ignited in their hearts.

But I also felt the emperor's grace. I have to say that these rewards were generous. A king with a different surname was granted posthumously, the eldest son was directly granted the title of duke, and the second son was given the title of marquis. This was much more than what Lao Zhu was willing to give to the heroes back then.

.

If we really give this condition, these war fighters would probably want to die.

Zhu Xiongying stood up.

"In this battle, I have only one goal for you."

"Destroy the Timur Empire."

There was an icy coldness in Zhu Xiongying's eyes.

The people of Qiankun Prison have been building the Qiankun Moving Formation towards Timur for a long time.

The current situation is that the Qiankun Shifting Formation has been set up under the capital of the Timurid Empire, and can fully support the army's descent into Samarkand.

The generals also had a cold light in their eyes.

"I obey the decree! I swear to destroy Timur!"

Lan Yu was the first to take the order. This would be the last battle in his life, with fighting intent in his eyes.

"Swear to destroy Timur!"

"Swear to destroy Timur...!"

“…………!”

The generals' vows to kill echoed in the room.

Then Zhu Xiongying waved his hand, and the generals retreated under the leadership of Zhu Di and Lan Yu, and immediately ordered their troops to set off without any hesitation.

As for transmission.

In order to make it more convenient, the people from the Qiankun Supervisor have already responded to the order and opened a new Qiankun Shifting Formation directly in the military camp to assist the army in combat to the greatest extent.

After a stick of incense.

Zhaixing Tower, Zhaixingtai.

Zhu Xiongying was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, thinking about something in his mind.

Swallow the sky, how should you swallow it, so that you can reach the first level of creation.

Swallowing ore?

It doesn't make much sense.

"No need to worry, it's ready."

Teacher Cang smiled and sat on Zhu Xiongying's shoulder.

"Think about it, who else is there in this world besides you, who is half the best in creation?"

As the saying goes, one word can wake up the dreamer.

Zhu Xiongying couldn't help but think of the 38F.

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Timurid Empire, capital Samarkand.

Royal Palace of Bhutan.

The newly appointed Tamerlane, the lame fourth son Shaharul, the former all-powerful little prince, was frowning at the three old men in witch robes standing in front of him.

"Three bishops, do you want to inform me in advance of such a big thing as sending troops?"

It was only now that Shaharul knew that 70% of the empire's remaining troops had gone into battle.

"Your Majesty, this is the highest holy message from the Holy City, from the Holy Father and the Pope. We believe that there is no need to discuss it with Your Majesty."

Among the three old men in shaman robes, the oldest one with a white beard and wrinkled eyes glanced coldly at Shaharul who was sitting on the throne of Bhutan. He did not regard himself as the apparent boss of Timur's empire at all.

Keep it in mind.

"Yes, but..."

"The expedition is so big, doesn't it require preparation?"

Shaharu thought of something and suddenly spoke again.

In his opinion, it had only been a day since the troops were sent out, so as long as they withdraw, it would still be too late.

"Your Majesty will not have to worry about this matter."

Another wizard robe next to him spoke.

"The Holy Hierarch and the Pope admire this Void Red Moon. The Smith Paladin and the Fulian Paladin have already led their respective paladins' armies and led the empire's 700,000 troops through the Void Red Moon to reach the land a hundred miles outside Jiayuguan."

As soon as these words came out, Shaharul was immediately discouraged.

Have fun!

All he wanted to do was scold his mother.

If possible, he would have liked to chop these three old men into pieces on the spot.

"Then, what about the Empire's defense?"

Shaharul's voice was already very weak.

He is regretting it now, regretting why he came to the imperial capital in the first place to do this bullshit Bhutan. It would be better to live happily in his own three-acre fiefdom, where at least he can make the decision without being restricted by others.

"With Paladin Tandin and his Third Order of Paladins stationed in Samarkand, and three of us here, His Majesty is safe."

After the old man with the white beard finished speaking, he stood up with his scepter.

Just when it's time to leave.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering killing cry came.

This voice shocked Shaharul to the point where he almost jumped up from the throne of Bhutan.
Chapter completed!