Chapter 924 The New Life Camp

The arrival of Wushan Clouds added countless food and grass to the court.

There was sufficient food and grass in the five passes. When the soldiers and generals from all over the country saw white rice falling from the sky, they even believed that they had the help of gods, and their morale increased greatly.

The surrounding camps were affected and began to stabilize the morale of the army and fight harder to resist the enemy's attack.

This situation was soon noticed in the freshman camp.

"Report!"

In the tent of the commander-in-chief, a soldier quickly submitted information.

"This is the information collected by the field collector!"

Jun Xingba took the information and handed it over to Gong Wubian.

Gong Wuming glanced at him a few times and nodded, "So that's it!"

In the camp, there were important members of the military strategist sitting in two rows. Hearing this, he asked, "What is it?"

"The field collector found out that the court sent someone to send a batch of food and grass, which was enough to supply the five levels and half a year of consumption!"

"It seems that the plan to siege Chengguan and cut off food and grass will not work!"

Gong Wubing sighed slightly and replenished a batch of food and grass. It seemed nothing, but the meaning behind it was very important.

If the imperial army fought alone and had no reinforcements outside, they would lose their fighting spirit day by day and eventually defeat themselves without attack.

But with this batch of grain supplements, it means that the court can provide support, and the five gates are not rootless duckweed.

"The head of the family, so what if you have food and grass? In my eyes, you can take it with just one hand!"

"Chen Bing is here now, just sending miscellaneous soldiers to attack. Why don't you keep the five gates and let the three families come here to fight desperately!"

Jun Xingba said from the side, "We have all seen that when we are dead, who will win today, the root cause is still there. Is it the three companies that win, or is it our hundreds of companies that win?"

Many military members met, "Our military strategist alone can launch a million troops to destroy the court, and sweep them into the garbage dump together with the three families!"

Gong Wubing nodded, his morale was sufficient, and he asked subconsciously, "Did Yin Jueshi have been well cultivated? This battle is indispensable!"

Jun Xingba asked subconsciously, "These people are not successful enough and have enough trouble. What do you want them to do?"

A voice of disdain sounded in the camp.

In the battle of the capital, the real people of the school led by Boss Yin can be said to be defeated. If a man without illness broke into the dawn and shocked the real people of Fengchen, none of these people would escape.

"Believing in famous scholars and spies will almost ruin the overall situation. Even if you don't die, you will be guilty!"

Gong Wubing shook his head, "Don't do this!"

"There are many people who have attained enlightenment, and few people who have lost their power. If our military strategists want to defeat the three branches, we must have hundreds of branches to help!"

He gave an example, "It's like a military smuggling army. The weapons created by us have increased our combat power several times!"

During this period, the smelting military craftsmen have improved their smelting and casting technology, making the weapons more sophisticated and sharp.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides met again and the weapons collided. The new imperial court would definitely win a great victory, cut off the opponent's weapons and even cut off the arm and head.

Everyone present was a general who led the troops, and the weapons worn by the waist were improved by military sects. After hearing this, he nodded repeatedly.

"Military corpses have improved our troops, I admit that!"

"But the hundreds of schools have different quality, and there are so many of them that are boastful and chaotic!"

"Honor, let's not be dragged down!"

Gong Wubing heard this and nodded, "I will think about it!"

Next sentence, he asked Jun Xingba again, "Is there any news about the Fire Dragon Urn at the Caifeng Family?"

The battle in the capital is the most attractive thing to the world, not anyone, but this magic weapon.

Afterwards, when Ye Bingjia heard about this, he grabbed Boss Yin’s hand and tried his best to ask about the news.

He even blamed the other party for not bringing the Fire Dragon Urn back.

The excellent performance of this treasure was far beyond expectations. Even the military sect did not expect that it could only guess that the ashes of the innate fire seed worked, causing the fire dragon urn to change and could produce pure yang fire.

Pure Yang Fire not only appears in Feng Chen, but also in Gong Wujian, he is also very jealous.

After all, Gong Wubing is closer to the Pure Yang realm. If he can Pure Yang Fire, he is afraid that he can break through overnight and become a true immortal on land.

"No news!"

Jun Xingba paused, "There is no news from our military strategists!"

In the new imperial court, military strategists controlled most of the resources, and in addition to the field-based recruiting family, they also had their own information channels.

"What a pity!"

Gong Wubing was a little disappointed and subconsciously looked behind him.

Under the armor, the picture of the white tiger holding a corpse on his back has been full of blood for many days and has become lifelike.

Anyone who sees this picture will feel a tiger rushing towards him, wishing he could eat a living person alive. If he is braver, he will be afraid to be scared to death on the spot.

It’s a pity that even though Gong Wubian surrendered to the five qi, he still could not fully refine this picture.

"What do you think of the person who gave the picture?"

This question has always been lingering in his heart and has almost become a demon.

The picture of the White Tiger holding a corpse is really because the person who gave the picture left a hand, so he couldn't refine it.

"The head of the family, the head of the army flag has been prepared for a long time, and it can be started!"

There are no outsiders at the moment, and all members of the military strategist are present, so they can mention this secret matter.

The military chief flag is the killer weapon of military strategists, and it is related to the outcome of this battle.

Many military members knew that other preparations were second and most important, the military sacred relics and the picture of the white tiger holding corpse.

Gong Wubing nodded, "Just wait for the three families to enter the game, and then mobilize the soldiers to kill him completely!"

According to his estimate, even if the white tiger corpse-carrying picture has not yet been refined, it can still launch the military chief flag.

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The rear of the freshman camp!

A large stove towering into the clouds rose and burned through the sky, revealing the dark night sky, which was a stunning vision in broad daylight.

"The military smuggling, combined with the power of our families, moved hundreds of mountains to build this treasure trove for you!"

"Don't let us down!"

The field collector kept talking.

The person he spoke was a taciturn middle-aged man with bronze skin and burns on his arms.

This person is a popular military strategist, with three thousand miners and blacksmiths under his command working around the Tongtian Great Fireworks.

Boss Yin and a group of real people in the school also stood by and watched him refining magic weapons.

The Battle of Capital was defeated in a sad way. They fled back, learned from their mistakes, and decided to ask Yebing for help.

The Fire Dragon Urn's performance was too amazing, which made Boss Yin and others obsessed with it, and found the Yebing Army again.

Ye Bingjia was not happy. He heard that the Fire Dragon Urn was mutated and wanted to come back to study, but was lost by the other party.

Boss Yin tried his best to persuade the Bingjie to open the furnace and refine magic weapons again, and even did his best to help.

"The front-line battle is coming. Once the three companies enter the market, we must also bring magic weapons to the battle!"

"Please make sure to refine magic weapons like the Fire Dragon Urn to help us kill all the enemies of the three families!"

Boss Yin said solemnly, his heart full of hatred.

Ye Bingjia was silent for a moment and said, "The Fire Dragon Urn has become a terrifying sound. It is impossible to create another one!"

"On my side, I can refine a magic weapon with a slightly weaker power."
Chapter completed!