The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Yan Tao took over the entire empire's army.

To everyone's surprise, she adapted to the rhythm of the battlefield very quickly.

Within half a month, he commanded the imperial army to fight three wars.

One win, one loss and one draw.

The empire and the opponent each had their own victories. Yan Tao slowed down the opponent's offensive pace in these three battles and stabilized the front line near the Fanglan System.

Yunxiao Fleet has nearly one million troops stationed on the front outside the Fanglan Galaxy.

Qin Zong's troops were stopped.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The old marshal, who had aged more than ten years in more than a month, also breathed a sigh of relief and sighed softly to Yan Zun beside him.

"Maybe you're right."

After all, there is that destined person who can turn the tide and save the empire.

Yan Zun sighed and shook his head.

"Old Marshal, the current war situation is still very unfavorable for us. You should know better than us."

The enemy is strong and we are weak.

Although the empire's army was large in number, it was more than ten times the opponent's.

However, the opponent's individual strength is too strong, and one against a hundred is not an exaggeration.

The future of the empire remains in doubt.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see this situation.

Make bricks without straw.

The people under my command can't defeat others, even if they can't defeat them, it's all in vain.

The old marshal once again flipped through the battle report in his hand and sighed deeply.

After a moment, he raised his head, and there was a bit of bright light in the vicissitudes of his prison eyes.

"I believe that boy Yan Tao can create miracles."

"Maybe it will be recorded in the history of the empire."

Yan Zun smiled slightly: "I hope so too."

At this moment, on top of the main ship of Yunxiao Fleet.

Yan Tao, Yun Kuo, and other marshals from other galaxies were in the war room discussing the next battle plan.

In fact, it is a discussion, but it is just a process.

They can defeat each other now, relying only on a life-threatening passion.

After nearly an hour of discussion, the marshals left one after another, leaving only Yun Kuo and Yan Tao in the war room.

After directing the war for nearly half a month, Yan Tao's face already showed a strong look of exhaustion.

The gleaming peach blossom eyes of the past were a little dim, and now they were filled with a thick blue-black color.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Yun Kuo wasn't much better.

"Lord Yun Kuo!"

Song Lingfeng hurried to the war room. There was still a look of surprise on his face. He looked up at Yun Kuo and said hastily, "Princess Xingyun... is here to see you."

As soon as his loud voice fell, Yun Kuo's eyes moved slightly.

Yan Tao turned his head and asked, "Where is he now?"

"Waiting in the side hall."

Yun Kuo nodded: "Okay, I'll go over to see her later."

Yan Tao thought for a moment, and a trace of worry emerged in his eyes: "How about you let me go see her first."

"No need."

Yun Kuo shook his head gently.

There was a look of concentration in the eyes of the man who was as handsome as a distant mountain.

"I was the one who felt sorry for her, so I should apologize to her."

"You don't want to go for now. I'll talk to her alone."

Yan Tao hesitated to speak, then nodded after a moment and said: "Okay."

Come to think of it, Xingyun didn't want a second person to listen to the conversation between the two of them at this moment.

At this moment, in the side hall.

Nebula sat quietly on the chair and waited.

She folded her hands on her knees, as obediently as a child.