Long Yang and Zhu Yan sighed and said, "As soon as possible, are they still in the Mo family army camp?" Not to mention Lei Tengfeng, even they could not think of what Mo Xiuyao wanted to do. If Mo Xiuyao had time to confront them slowly, it would be impossible. Even if the Mo family army won consecutive battles along the way, it would still be the land of Xiling. Once the war has been delayed for a long time, not to mention Lei Zhenting's leading troops back to the rescue, reinforcements from other places will gradually come. At that time, the Mo family army will be surrounded by millions of Xiling troops.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to delay time. If there are any other shortcuts, it is also impossible. Others will not say that Zhu Yan has lived in Biancheng for more than 20 years, and no one knows the scenery and things around Biancheng better than him. There is a flat mountain around Biancheng, and there is a moat outside the city. There is no other way except for a head-on attack, and it is even more impossible to bypass Biancheng. Biancheng is located on the important roads of the East and the West. Even if the Mo family army by Biancheng is bypassed, even if it is bypassed, the military supplies of the Mo family will be cut off at any time.

Lei Tengfeng felt a stern in his heart and quickly responded: "Yes, please let me check it out immediately."

Waving his hand to let everyone retreat, Zhu Yan sighed tiredly and said, "I'm old, old..." Long Yang looked at him and smiled, "How is it? How is Mo Xiuyao compared to Mo Liufang?" Zhu Yan shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, at least Mo Xiuyao's ability to hide his intentions is stronger than his father. Back then, I could at least guess Mo Liufang's idea, but now... I really can't figure out what Mo Xiuyao wants to do. Really, it's not okay to not accept old age." But when he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little more desolate. The general's white hair and beautiful face are not the most sad thing in the world.

Hearing this, Long Yang couldn't help but feel sad. If it were Long Yang when he was young, he would never sit here and chat today. The Western Regions Killing Gods were good at attacking automatically rather than defending the city passively. But now, they... can still get on the war horse?

"Old Dragon, can we... defend Biancheng?" He raised his eyes to look down at the city and looked from afar through the battlements. The dark flags in the distance were floating in the distance, and the young man shouting at the entrance of the city was young, but full of vitality and fighting spirit that they did not have. If the two sides were not against each other, he could not help but admire such an elite army. For the first time in his life, Zhu Yan asked with some uncertainty.

Long Yang smiled faintly and said, "Life is loyal, die is dead. Do your best. Zhu Yan, this is the first time I have heard that you are so unconfident."

Zhu Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's probably because I haven't been on the battlefield for too many years. Well... I can fight with the descendants of the Ding Prince's Mansion again in my lifetime, which is enough to comfort my whole life."

"Don't be so discouraged, don't think I don't know that you have an elite soldier hidden in your hand. Even if Biancheng cannot defend, those people are enough for the Mo family army to drink a pot." Long Yang glanced at him and said lightly. After being dismissed from military power, Zhu Yan did not live in seclusion in the mountains and fields like him, nor did he find out whereabouts like Feng Ao. Instead, he chose to settle in a prosperous place like Biancheng, and even was monitored by the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. It was because he had an elite soldier in his hand that no one knew about others. Even the Zhennan Prince did not know, but Long Yang, who had a close friendship with Emperor Xuanwen, knew it. Because when Emperor Xuanwen handed over this elite soldier to Zhu Yan, he was next to him. The most important responsibility of this elite soldier was to guard against the deciding palace. The former emperor had far-sightedness, and it was enough to be admired anywhere except for not being able to choose an excellent heir.

Zhu Yan was stunned, and his gray eyebrows gradually frowned. He suddenly said in a deep voice: "Oh no!"

"What?" Long Yang was puzzled.

Zhu Yan said: "The Ding Prince's Mansion must have known the existence of that elite soldier!"

"How could it be?" Long Yang couldn't help but sink his face. This elite soldier was said to be the most secret soldier in Xiling. Even the King of Zhennan, who was constantly monitoring Zhu Yan, didn't know how the Ding Prince's Mansion could have learned about it? Zhu Yan closed his eyes and said, "The Mo family army's attack on Xiling this time was definitely not an accidental rise. I'm afraid Mo Xiuyao would have planned it long ago. If he had made up his mind, how could he not send someone to investigate secretly?"

"You mean..."

"Six years ago, you and I thought King Ding would attack Xiling, but nothing happened in the end."

Long Yang changed his color and said, "What you mean is that from that time on Mo Xiuyao has been planning how to take Xiling. He stopped at that time just because he was not ready?"

Zhu Yan nodded and sighed, "Now, he is ready. Even before Lei Tengfeng arrived, he didn't know that you were in Biancheng, but you heard it just now? Those young people even scolded you together. It means they knew you were in Biancheng long ago."

Long Yang's wrinkled face also had a little pale pale, "Mo Xiuyao didn't plan to attack Biancheng now. He surrounded Biancheng and just planned to destroy your elite soldier first!"

"Obviously that's the case."

"Now..."

Zhu Yan shook his head and said, "Now neither of you nor me can get out, so I can only leave it to fate."

After a moment of silence in the room, Long Yang suddenly slapped the table with a bang and said angrily: "Tell the truth! If I had been fighting for life, I would have died long ago! Mo Xiuyao wanted to trap us first? I have to see who can be trapped by those kids?! I don't believe it... He wants to be a million-dollar ones!" No matter how elite the Mo family army is, there are only 400,000 soldiers. There are now 500,000 soldiers in Biancheng, and there are more than 100,000 elite soldiers in the secret, and the strength is far greater than that of the Mo family army. If they are trapped in Biancheng like this, they might as well wipe their necks clean with swords!

A glimmer flashed in Zhu Yan's eyes, "You are right, come here, please come here!"
Chapter completed!