On the vast steppe, Mongolia had just been beaten on a frontal battlefield with the Great Song Dynasty, and lost its armor.

In the tent of the Mongolian commander, a tall man with a burly figure sat on the main seat, roaring angrily at the generals below.

"Why, why the hell is that? Why did Song Jun's firearms suddenly become so powerful? Torre, what is the intelligence department you are responsible for, such a big omission. ”

Torre, the fourth son of Temujin, should have died long ago in the original history.

But I don't want to, but I'm still alive now. And he bowed to the tall man with a guilty face.

This man is the current helmsman of the Mongol Empire, Ogedei.

Torre did feel very guilty, this defeat made 20,000 good prairie boys bury their bones here.

If they had been able to detect it earlier, the firearms of the Song army were even more powerful, and the Mongol generals would not have made such a big strategic mistake.

Wokotai looked at Torre with a sad face, and didn't care whether he was acting or not, and waved him to sit down.

Now Mongolia is indispensable to Torre, and it cannot be punished, so it can only take the opportunity to suppress Torre's prestige a little.

Wokotai and their side are discussing how to face the attack of the Song army.

Ten miles away from the Mongolian camp, five people in different costumes suddenly appeared.

Four European-looking whites, one strong man with an Eastern face.

If Zhao Wuji was here, looking at the dress of the five people, he would be able to roughly guess their main profession.

One of them, a handsome white man in casual clothes and mountain boots, commanded the group.

"Chris, release the scout bees and see where we are, for example, how far is the Mongol camp?"

Among them, a young white man with a small bag on his back and his hair was scattered, and said to the handsome man, "Okay, Boss Jack." ”

Jack then said to one of them, dressed strangely, dressed in a long robe and wearing a black hat, enveloping the whole person, holding a staff in his hand: "Cook, do you sense any summons suitable for you here?" ”

Cook nodded silently and walked off into the distance.

Cook closed his eyes, walked around, and walked back.

He said to Jack: "Boss Jack, it's a pity that there aren't many corpses buried in the ground here, but I sense that in the depths of the ground, there seems to be a big man, but with my current strength, I can't summon it so far." ”

How many people looked at each other, big guys? It can't be a prehistoric ruin.

Jack thought about it for a while, and said to Chris, a white young man on the technology side: "Chris, now make a mark here, such a big prairie, it's too easy to forget." Keep it here as a backup. ”

Chris nodded, and placed a signal-emitting device in the dirt around him.

At this time, the man with the eastern face looked at the transparent display screen in his hand and said to Jack: "Jack, look, the big camp there ten miles away should be the Mongolian big camp." It's up to you next. ”

Jack looked at the camp and nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, Wang Dao, then let's go over together, I believe that Mongolia will definitely be helpless against the Great Song Dynasty now." ”

Several people nodded in unison.

This group of people is the Bronze Squad 10086 Squad, four white people are members of this squad, and Wang Dao is a random character.

When he first came, Wang Dao heard the system notice to team up with the 10086 team, and he really felt a faint sadness.

There is a feeling that this time the silver group will definitely be in the soup.

Although he is confident that with his own strength, in the world of Condor Archery, which is the highest but congenital perfection, the only ones who can threaten him are the hostile objects of the Five Absolute and Team Battles.

As soon as Wang Dao thought of the information mentioned in the team battle, the number 89757 had stayed in this world for fourteen years, and the whole person was instantly blinded.

In fact, it's not just the king, the 10086 squad is the same.

They couldn't figure out why a reincarnation could stay in this plot world for so long, you know, this is not in the fantasy fairy world, this is just the lowest small world.

Number 89757 can stay in this world for so long, there must be a secret, if you can get it. Won't they be able to do that in other worlds in the future? This will increase the cultivation time of the 10086 team and the royal road exponentially.

Although neither party revealed their intentions, as veterans of several worlds in the reincarnation space, they were not fools, and their task now was to catch the number 89757 first.

Jack is a mind-control possessor who makes his way through the Mongolian camp to the tent of Ögedei.

Jack originally planned to directly control the Mongol army leaders such as Ogedei, but he did not want to directly control the failure. In Jack's opinion, this is simply impossible, you must know that although Jack has not yet reached the second star, he is able to control two-star level creatures in terms of mental power control.

"Who...... Who's out there? ”

In the Mongolian tent, the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds rubbing was heard.

Wo Kotai looked at the back of his hand with angry faces, if it wasn't for the totem on the back of his hand just now, which was inexplicably glowing, maybe he would have been plotted.

This kind of method has been heard of by Ogedai and others, and when they conquered the West, Ogedai was subjected to such a plot.

After that plot, although I don't know what the purpose of this tattoo that has existed since childhood, Wokotai has asked the mage of the Golden Family to tattoo him on every high-ranking general.

Now in his own tent, he was almost plotted successfully, where to put the face of the Great Khan of Wokotai.

And the only calm person present was Torre, who was directly immune to Jack's control as if nothing had happened.

Jack and the five were outside the tent, shocked, but they didn't expect that they thought it was a simple thing, but they didn't want to be hit so hard.

In desperation, without going to the camp tent to unveil it, Jack and the others could only walk directly into the camp tent.

The people of Wokotai looked at this group of uninvited, dressed in different clothes.

Although he looked like he was about to explode, he saw the weapon in the hand of one of them. This weapon is similar to the standard weapon of the Great Song Army.

Wokotai remembered a situation that Torrey had reported to him before, that a group of people from outside the world had used these weapons to destroy the Quanzhen Sect, attack the Shaolin Temple, and forcibly break into Peach Blossom Island.

If you don't understand who this group of people is now, the Great Khan of Ogedai in the past few years will be in vain.

The Mongolian high-level officials who knew the news immediately fell silent and looked at Jack and his party in silence.

Jack couldn't understand why the high-level leaders such as Wokotai, who had just been shouting and shouting and killing, suddenly fell silent.

Jack, as the leader, can only take the lead in breaking this oppressive atmosphere.

"Venerable Mongol Great Khan, myself Jack, has led our squad to help you meet the Great Song army."

Wokotai looked at the middle-aged white man in front of him, and didn't mention the matter of plotting against them just now, gritted his teeth, and could only swallow this evil breath.

The burly and ugly face of Wokotai suddenly showed a strange smile, and said to Jack and them gently: "Brother Jack, thank you for coming to help us Mongolia, can you show me the weapon in this brother's hand?" ”

Wokotai said, pointing with his finger at Chris, who was holding the gun.

Jack looked at Ogedai in surprise, wondering why Ogedai was able to recognize it as a weapon.

Although confused, Jack motioned for Chris to give him the light semi-automatic rifle in his hand in order to let Ogedai know that they could be trusted.