The three major legions of Bran's front line, the Zichen legion is in the middle, guarding the crucial key middle road. The Thunder legion is on the right and the Cangyan legion is on the left, forming the defense lines on both sides.

Just in the Thunder Legion defense zone, hundreds of kilometers of wilderness were fighting in full swing this afternoon, the Cangyan Legion on the left was also attacked by barbarians, but it was not a level, but a large city. Moreover, the barbarian offensive here was not that fierce, and even seemed a little slow.

Until the evening, the yelling and killing sounds that had been clamoring here for a day finally stopped. After the last wave of barbarians were knocked down from the wall, several low horn trombones sounded, and the barbarians stopped and retreated.

After a while, the barbarians appeared, not to carry the bodies of their companions. The Beihuang did not have the habit of being buried in peace. Those who could be buried would be buried, and most of them would be left to death. The barbarians who were active picked up weapons of the dead companions outside the range of the city walls, stripped off the armor of Bran soldiers, etc. There was no way. Although the minerals in the Beihuang were extremely rich, they did not have the production technology of Bran. Just like the huge iron rods held by some ordinary barbarians, it was a completely simple iron lump.

On the mound a few miles outside the city, about a dozen people stood in the cold wind, and saw the situation under the city wall.

Standing in front was an old man with white hair and big-leaf dragon scale armor. He was undoubtedly a barbarian in terms of some appearance characteristics, but he was different from ordinary barbarians. He was as strong as the same physique, but he did not have such sloppy long hair. Even when he saw it suddenly, he was almost the same as Old Man Bran. Especially his face and temperament. He did not have the fierce aura that ordinary barbarians showed, but only his old and calmness. His eyes were like a sea of ​​wise old magicians who read the vicissitudes of life.

Seeing the barbarians retreating orderly at the foot of the mountain, the old man nodded, with appreciation in his plain tone: "Good fight." This is certainly not ironic. The old man's straight-talk Bran tone has a near-final meaning.

"It's Haru, or the marshal's teachings. Well, in a few days, the Brans in the city shouldn't be able to hold on." A middle-aged barbarian officer behind him took a step forward. As he said, the officer who was leading the battle below flattered the old man, then shook his head and laughed, "Haha, if it's a strong attack, you can take it tomorrow."

"Not worth it." The old man looked calm and looked at the precarious city of Bran again in the distance. "We are facing a powerful enemy, just like the giant beasts in the wilderness, and it is impossible to kill a single attack. So a temporary radical will have no benefit except for increasing casualties."

"Yeah, that's right." The middle-aged officer did not argue. He just shrugged, "Tiwu fought very hard. The news he just got was that he had already launched a crazy attack on dozens of levels in the wilderness of the Thunder Legion. Well, he should be able to defeat it."

"Operative level?" The old man frowned when he heard this. Then he lowered his head and remained silent. This state fell into the eyes of the middle-aged barbarian officer, and a look of admiration appeared on his face. Of course, he knew that the old man beside him was familiar with the terrain of Bra. It was no exaggeration to say that the general landform of the entire north of Bra was almost in the heart of the old man.

After a moment of contemplation, the old man shook his head slightly: "Tiwu's move is too risky. Catching those levels can certainly expand the results, but his position is close to the Zichen Legion Defense Zone."

The middle-aged officer nodded and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "We know these, and of course Tiwu knows them too, but...hehe, I'm afraid his purpose is to touch the Zichen Legion."

"Silly!" He shouted, and the old man looked angry and said unceremoniously, "Who did he think he is? Zi Yi can also provoke him? If you are not careful, this great situation will be destroyed in his hands!"

He paused, his anger was slightly reduced, and he waved, "Now, I'll send him a message to Tiwu, let him transfer his army and let me be far away from Zichen Legion."

Then he must listen... The middle-aged officer couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Of course, he nodded on the surface and said, "Yes... In fact, although Tiwu is crazy, he can still see the overall situation clearly. Even if he provokes Zichen Legion, he must have calculated the way out. The problem should not be big. Besides, well, let him learn a lesson."

"Hmph!" The old man snorted coldly, but did not refute the middle-aged officer's evaluation of Tiwu, but he still said angrily, "You can eat the lessons on anyone, but you can't do it in Zi Yi's hands... Humph, I'm afraid that his retreat will be under Zi Yi's calculations, and he will be eaten in one bite."

The old man was quite afraid of Zi Yi in his words, and even showed weakness. However, the people around him had no other expressions after hearing this, and it seemed that this was the case.

The middle-aged officer nodded and sighed: "Zi Yi... is really too terrifying. But we also have a trick, as long as he is not exposed..."

"Shut up!" Before he finished speaking, the old man turned his head suddenly, and the calm eyes of the abyss were as bright as the sea suddenly rippled. A iron-blooded murderous aura belonging to the battlefield spread on the hills in an instant, and the surrounding cold wind seemed to become well-behaved and whistled.

Not moving as a mountain, moving as thunder!

Under this momentum, the middle-aged barbarian officer suffocated his breath and took a few steps back involuntarily. He knew that he had committed a taboo when he was careless, so he immediately knelt on one knee without saying a word, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The power of the thunder came quickly and was quickly collected. After scanning the blade-like eyes of the old man fell silent again, returning to his usual tone: "You know the severity of this matter, I don't want to hear it again."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked down the mountain. The middle-aged officer escaped, got up and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and immediately followed with more than a dozen people behind him.

Under the hillside, more than a dozen barbarians were pushing a blood-stained Bran, wearing armor, as if they were about to behead them on the spot. When the barbarian soldiers looked up and saw the old man and others coming down, their faces immediately changed drastically, and they gave a big gift, saying that they had seen the marshal.

The old man nodded slightly, then looked at the Bran man, his eyes paused at the rank position on his cuff, and looked up and asked, "What's going on?"

Several barbarians did not dare to be negligent. They spoke in a vague barbarian speech and said that the Bran was a prisoner captured during the noon city battle. They seemed to be an officer Bran. They wanted to ask for some information in the city, but they were a little backbone and would rather die than follow, so they decided to kill the matter now.

The old man nodded after hearing this, pondered for a moment, walked to the tortured officer Bran, and said, "Go back and tell your city guard general, yes, it's Bennett. We will attack the city at night tonight, so he will be ready." After saying that, he waved to the dozen barbarians, "Let go, and bring my words to Haru."

"Yes!" Despite some doubts, the barbarian soldier certainly did not dare to question him and directly carried Officer Bran toward the city wall in the distance.

These barbarians did not dare to question, but a young barbarian behind the old man had no such concern and asked directly: "Marson, why is this? Night attacks and attacks the city are very unfavorable to the attackers."

The old man seemed to be a good teacher, so he glanced at the young man and nodded in appreciation. "Yes, if you don't understand, you have to ask. You must pretend to understand. Night attacks to attack the city are indeed not good for the attackers, but the difficulty of defense is not small. Well, as a general, you must first understand your opponents enough. The defending general in front of you is Bennett. You may not understand, but you are also veteran Bran who has been here for more than ten years."

"This person is cautious and suspicious by nature, narrow-minded and not good at attacking, but he has a lot of experience in defending the city. I asked the officer to lead the message to attack the city tonight, and he would definitely not believe it. Such a night attack would have a great possibility of success."

The young barbarian nodded convincedly when he heard this, and then asked again: "But what if we can't capture it tonight? Then wouldn't we let an officer Bran go for nothing?"

The old man shook his head and said calmly, "Even if he can't catch it tonight, the narrow-minded Bennett was plotted once, made a mistake in his decision making, and lost face in front of his hands. He was so angry that he would use spies to kill the officer. Hum, do you understand?"

"Uh... I understand." He opened his mouth, and the young barbarian was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man in awe and lowered his head to respond.

The old man nodded with relief, as if he had done nothing, he went straight to the war horse next to him: "Okay, let's go, and go to another battlefield to see."
Chapter completed!