Before these guys die.

Jiang Tian poked each person dozens of times.

Soon, he had amassed a fortune in anger.

Bonaparte's dozen or so men were also tortured to the point of near death; they were all spitting blood and their bodies were charred black from being electrocuted.

"Alright, you can breathe your last now."

The system notification sound grew fainter and fainter.

Jiang Tian's anger points are also decreasing.

There's no need to waste any more time on these guys.

Jiang Tian looked at the bodies of the dozen or so people.

There's no need to take any action against them; they won't live here for long anyway.

Jiang Tian jumped into the car and drove straight to the back.

Yuan Chenghuan saw Jiang Tian's car rushing towards them from afar.

He quickly mounted his horse and headed straight for Jiang Tianchong.

The two met half an hour later.

Jiang Tian parked the car on the side of the road and rolled down the window.

"Yuan Chonghuan, can you wipe out all the Ottomans within two days?"

Yuan Chonghuan nodded.

"We will definitely be able to wipe them out within two days."

After Jiang Tian finished speaking, he pointed in the direction of the Frankish military camp.

"Two days later, they turned their attention to attacking the Frankish soldiers."

"Yuan Chonghuan, I'm giving you five days. In five days, you must wipe out these two teams completely."

Yuan Chonghuan raised his hand to his chest, clenched his right fist, and nodded to Jiang Tian: "Rest assured, my lord, I will definitely be able to kill them all within five days."