"What trap is the boss digging for that big idiot Rommel again?"
The young Taoist Zhang Haoming asked Xiao Bao with a face full of curiosity.
Xiao Bao looked at the anxious young Taoist and the curious expressions of the other four.
He then took out a bottle of thousand-year-old spirit wine and took a big gulp.
With the air of a seasoned strategist, he said,
"You guys should know the boss's personality. He always takes everything from those who fly past him like a swallow and breaks the legs of ants that crawl under his feet. How much more would he do to such a big fox?"
"The boss has always suspected that Rommel's claim of having 1 billion troops wasn't just bragging, but that he actually had them. Even though the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield can't accommodate so many people now, if those old fogeys from the ten thousand races have a backup plan, and they were to combine several planes together, our paltry army wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth."
The young Taoist nodded and said,
"So the boss wants to get Rommel drunk so he can have a good talk with him. If that's the case, then these old ancestors who took action right away and tied him up was also for this reason?"
The more the young Taoist thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. These old fogeys who had lived for thousands of years were more cunning than even the youngest among them.
Xiao Bao shook his head and said,
"What do you think? These old men are devious. Our small bodies wouldn't be enough for them to sell. It's only because the boss has abundant soldiers and provisions that he can catch the eye of these old guys."
Xiao Kong nodded and said, "Yeah, Brother Bao, you truly live up to your reputation as the strategist of our group. Your insights are indeed different. They say monkeys are clever, but I feel I'm far behind compared to Brother Bao."
Xiao Jin, as the leader of the five young ones, could only shake his head helplessly and pat Xiao Kong on the shoulder, saying,
"Fifth brother, even though you're covered in fur, don't try to compete with these old guys in intelligence. Listen to your brother, stay away from people with sharp minds in the future, or you might not be able to keep up."
After all, Xiao Kong was the only one among the five young ones who joined Lin Zhan happily and gratefully after being beaten by him.
As for brains, there was no need to mention them. It seemed that such a good thing was just a fantasy for Xiao Kong.
On the other side, Lin Zhan and Rommel had each drunk about five catties of thousand-year-old fine wine.
Even Lin Zhan, with his beast-like physique, was starting to feel the strain. After all, his martial arts cultivation level was what it was.
He certainly couldn't compare to the old folks at home who drank from large jars.
Rommel on the other hand, was flushed red and his eyes were glazed over.
Lin Zhan, with a slurred tongue, looked at Rommel and said,
"Old Long, do you feel like the battles we've fought are like playing around? Don't talk about the animosity between humans and the ten thousand races. That was thousands of years ago. Haven't we lived quite well for thousands of years without any conflict?"
Rommel looked bewildered and said foolishly,
"Isn't that so? Before, let alone mutual invasion, we never even met. If I hadn't read about the War of the Ten Thousand Races in books, I wouldn't have known that humans existed."
Lin Zhan jolted at his words: Holy crap, this kid read about the War of the Ten Thousand Races in a book, but why is there no record of it among our human race?
Lin Zhan then continued,
"Exactly! Don't talk about old grudges, territory disputes, or resource competition. Those are just to fool idiots. We live in our own planes and have no intersection. Where would there be territory or resource disputes?"
Rommel nodded, holding his wine bottle and drinking as he said,
"That's right, Old Black Lin, what you're saying makes sense. But what can be done? You see me as mighty and my status as commander of the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army is high, but in reality, I'm nothing. I..."
"And these bastards aren't short of money. Their weapons and equipment are definitely the best. How many of your men will be left after fighting with me? So, the dangerous work is done for me, but these two bastards get all the benefits."
After saying that, Rommel fell to the ground with a thud and fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Zhan looked at the fallen Rommel with disdain and said,
"Hey, hey, Old Long. Why are you lying down? Let me tell you, don't try to pull a stunt. I don't have money, and hitting you would be in vain. If you're not convinced, get up and hit me again."
Saying that, Lin Zhan nudged Rommel a few times and found that Rommel was indeed drunk and unconscious.
Lin Zhan then threw the wine bottle aside, his eyes regaining clarity, showing no trace of drunkenness.
"Not bad, the medicine Nineteen prepared is quite good. It directly made this stupid fox spill his true thoughts after drinking."