At this moment, the entire crowd had fallen into a deathly silence.
The Three Thousand Camp, the elite troops of Da Ming, should have been invincible in battle, always maintaining a fierce will to fight, always able to make the correct response. But this time, and this time only, all their brains had crashed.
They stared blankly at Zhou Li, who was holding the Han King's Golden Jade Decree high, his expression resolute, like a Wolf Warrior holding up a passport on the roof of a car, at a loss for what to do.
Who the hell are you, bro?
Don't you realize you're the biggest danger here?
The silence arrived quickly and left just as fast. After all, Li Zuoying was their superior, and someone had just given him a kick, followed by a butt slam, leaving his condition unknown, and then that person pulled out a shiny Han King's Order.
