By the time they reached the high ground on the north side, the fat man was out of breath and exhausted.
It took another two hours of recovery, but the effect was still not good.
"It seems that the master is right. This 'Hunyuan Slash' must be used with caution, as the side effects are too great!" He thought to himself, and looked towards the entrance of Zuovia Valley amid the worried eyes of everyone.
I saw a team of more than two hundred people, riding horses slowly towards them.
Hassan was in front, Homulus was behind, and Wilson and Delpora's subordinates deliberately kept some distance apart and fell at the rear of the team.
Emma! The fat man was startled, and his already uneven breathing became even more disordered.
He saw the neat military formation behind the team.
They were 700,000 brightly armored and well-trained soldiers; they were a powerful force with high fighting spirit.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, everyone was silent, the horses and animals were silent, but there was a murderous aura that shot straight into the sky.
In the evening breeze, flags fluttered, embroidered ribbons fluttered, and all kinds of heroic feelings surged, chasing the stars and the moon.
"Damn! Are you trying to scare me by setting up a battle?! Humph! You got your wish!" the fat man thought tremblingly.
He hadn't had this habit of shaking all over when he was nervous for a long time, but unexpectedly it happened at this moment.
"My father's move should be for the McCanns to see!" Templeton said suddenly.
His eyes were bright and eager at the moment, and he was obviously very proud of Su Lier's strong military appearance.
But at this moment, the fat man's mind flashed through Stephen's evaluation of Suriel's army, "The military looks good", yes! That's it, and that's just it.
"Ms. Delbora, you didn't sleep much last night, okay? There are bloodshot eyes in your eyes! Women should take care of themselves, otherwise they will age faster!" Wilson, who was walking side by side, said in a sinister tone.
At this moment, he consciously grasped the other party's advantage, and there was no respect in his words.
Delbora breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be casual, and gave Rabin a "be calm" look at the side and behind him, and then said calmly: "I am indeed no longer young! I am so old today. I always feel uneasy about things. Unlike you, sir, you have wisdom and confidence!"
"Haha!" Wilson let out an extremely unpleasant laugh and said: "With your wonderful plan, are you still afraid that something big will not happen?"
Hearing this, Dilbora nodded and said meaningfully: "I hope everything goes well!"
The two of them chatted without deliberately controlling the volume, and A Lang who was following behind listened to them.
"Hey! This misunderstanding can't be solved!" he thought happily.
Unlike the situation here, Hassan and Homulus, who were at the forefront, never exchanged a word.
The marshal's gaze has been fixed on the familiar figure that gradually became clearer in the distance.
When the two sides got closer, Hassan's eyes narrowed, and the expression on his face became uncontrollably excited.
At this moment, he could no longer see anyone else, and only the handsome face with sharp edges and corners, which looked bold and strong and extremely masculine, was in his eyes.
That was the former General Temple, now the regent of Suril, and he was the only son of Hassan!
As for Templeton, looking at his father who was slowly approaching on horseback, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
He had rehearsed this meeting scene many times and had a lot of worries.
No matter what high-sounding reason he had for running away, in fact, it meant betrayal of his father.
Will the marshal, who is as majestic as a lion, curse loudly the first time they meet? !
Under the control of Mr. Mai, everything that happened, although it was forced, although it was for Su Lier's future, to the son, it was a deception of family ties, and it was a deception of the old man who never doubted him. lie.
Can that father, who has always been strong and always regarded the honor and interests of his family as a treasure, forgive himself? Can you accept yourself as you are now?
It was with these questions in mind that Templer waited for his father's arrival amidst the uneasy and suppressed emotions that he could not express.
But he didn't expect that the moment he saw his father, there was no anger, no blame, no disappointment, and no trace of resentment in his eyes.
Some are just relief, love, worry and expectation, as well as glistening tears.
He even didn't understand why his father looked so old and tired just a few days after they were separated, and his face even had a sickly blush.
Where is the all-powerful commander-in-chief of the armed forces?
Isn't my father sick? !
Hot tears fell from Dempla's eyes. He only saw a dying old man, that was his father.
Guilt surged like a tide, and Templer, who was about to lose control, rushed forward.
Ai Min, who had been paying attention to the boss's expression, quickly pushed the fat man, and the latter woke up and whispered to the regent: "Think about how we got to where we are today. No matter how bitter the wine is, swallow it first." Say it again!”
Um! It works.
Although Templer's eyes were still full of anxiety, his feet stood firm and did not move at all.
The cavalry stopped.
Hassan took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, got off his horse, and walked forward alone.
After all, Wilson fell behind. When he realized that the marshal was behaving differently, he was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Hassan's followers.
In such a delay, Hassan had already arrived in front of Temple and bowed down.
"See His Majesty the Regent! Hassan is polite!" He secretly said loudly.
The sound spread far away, echoing in the valley.
This salutation is of great significance, and this shout directly declares the allegiance of all members of the Suriel military to the new king!
"Well! He's still as good as he is old! This move is so beautiful!" The fat man secretly praised in his heart, and at the same time looked at Homulus, who had also prostrated himself on the ground.
At this time, the deputy commander's eyes were fixed on Ai Min, who was on the other side of the fat man.
hey-hey! Now, the truth is finally revealed!
Homulus was also a smart man. When he saw that his old subordinate was not only alive but also standing in the front, how could he not understand what was going on? !
"Well done!" He sighed in his heart, with a wry smile on his lips, and nodded to the fat man.
"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Regent!" The Vice Marshal immediately prostrated himself and started shouting, his voice no less loud than Hassan's.
Templeula was forced by the fat man and had to bow down.
He immediately took a step forward, helped Hassan up, and knelt down at the same time.
"Unfilial child, please see your father! I..." His voice choked up and he couldn't speak any more.
"Hey!" Hassan was also in tears. He sighed, lifted his son up, and said in a trembling voice: "I told you earlier that we are father and son at home, and colleagues outside. But now, you are Jun, I am a minister, don’t act like a child and let others laugh at you!”
After hearing this, Temple felt a little relieved, and then he realized that there was something extra in his hand.
"Marshal, long time no see! Do you still remember me, my little brother?" the fat man said as he leaned forward with a playful smile.
This guy took advantage of Wilson and others not approaching, grabbed the thing from Templer's hand, and handed it to a guard beside him who always lowered his head. The guard turned around and left without hesitation.
"Hmph! Master Mr. Mai, I am not an old fool, so how could I forget the good things you did?!" Hassan said with a stern face.
Although he had guessed at this moment that Fatty had contributed a lot to Templera's rise to power, he was still indignant.
"Having someone pretend to be his own son, is there any more sinister trick than this? What's wrong with having merit? Just say it one way!" Hassan thought angrily, feeling the burning feeling in his lungs getting stronger. , his face turned red, and he looked really angry.
"Oops! That's a big mistake! It's my duty, and I always only do good things, and I don't want to leave my name! Come, let's sit down and talk slowly! Don't we still need to negotiate?" the fat man said with a smile, and looked behind Hassan. Nunuzui.
At this time, Wilson and Delbora had just crowded forward with their entourage.
"Hmph! Since the regent and I have already met as father and son, why are we still negotiating? The scenery here is nice. It's fine to have tea and chat!" Hassan shouted in a loud voice.
