Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
“The Ottomains’ Thunderbolt!”
Goosebumps rose all over Madam Marti’s body when she heard that name from Constantin XI. The cheers from the excited soldiers on the west wall also noticeably quietened down. Some of them even gulped down their saliva.
Bayezid was a notorious Ottomain general who had served three generations of rulers.
He had once single-handedly held a gate up for his army to pass through while sieging a city. He had also charged alone into the midst of an army to capture a rebel leader alive.
He had spent thirty years on the battlefield and fought over seventy battles, but not once had he ever lost. The old sultan, Momoana’s father, had once said that Bayezid’s name was equivalent to an army of 30,000. Bayezid was even celebrated as Ottomain’s Thunderbolt.
It was obvious that Sultana Momoana was about to release her Thunderbolt.
However, the Grassland Horse Archer ignored Constantin XI’s warning. What is that old man prattling off on? I don’t understand your language.
“Hm?”
Shu Yichao noticed that the wavering Ottomain army had slowly regained its composure. He could even vaguely hear cheers.
“Bayezid! Bayezid!”
A hulking man charged out of the Ottomain military formation on a steed. Wherever he passed, the crowd opened up like Moses splitting the sea. The Ottomain soldiers willingly stepped aside for him to pass.
They banged their shields and waved their flags while cheering aloud to welcome Ottomain’s Thunderbolt. Many of them had grown up listening to stories about Bayezid’s feats of valor.
Bayezid finally arrived at the front of the formation. He turned to Sultana Momoana with a face covered in glaring scars.
Sultana Momoana looked at him and nodded.
Bam!
A massive tomahawk smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
“I shall present my victory to the true God’s envoy, our great Sultana!”
“Ahhhhh!!!”
“Bayezid!”
“God will always be with you!”
“Long live the Sultana!”
The deafening cheers from the Ottomain army of 200,000 men were so loud that the birds in the nearby forest flew away in frigh
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