In the tent, two young commanders lined up on the left and right, drinking with him.
"The battle up there is very fierce." Futian chuckled.
"Yes, Fu Lao, it seems that the people from the Troll Palace have joined the battle. Speaking of which, the people from the Troll Palace are really extraordinary. Although their IQ is indeed too weak compared to us, but alone
When it comes to killing enemies on the battlefield, one person can really defeat several of us."
"With the addition of the Troll Palace, even if the situation on the mountainside is complicated, and even if Han Sanqian is too fierce, the final victory will still be ours."
After saying this, the two young commanders quickly picked up their wine glasses and toasted Futian.
Futian was in a good mood and drank a glass of wine in one gulp. While filling it up for himself, Futian smiled and said: "Now the movement above has obviously weakened. As the two of you said, Han Sanqian on the mountainside is probably gone."
Standing on the edge of failure."
"Very good. When the battle above is completed and they join forces with us, the fools in front of our formation will soon die."
"If Han Sanqian loses, their military morale will inevitably spread, and an army without military morale is no different from a piece of loose sand. When the time comes, we will be our prey."
"Kill some and collect some, and we will make a lot of money from this battle."
Futian nodded happily: "That's right. Come on, I'll toast you both with a drink."
The three of them smiled at each other and once again looked at each other across the distance, full of smiles.
But just when the three of them put down their wine glasses, a soldier rushed in in a hurry.
The soldier looked panicked, and when he was about to speak, Futian smiled and spoke first: "What are you doing in a hurry? Follow me, Futian, to march and fight outside. Remember, no matter what happens, don't panic. Take your time.
Take your time, you know?"
The soldier nodded quickly, but was speechless: "Yes, yes, I understand."
"Why are you reporting? Has the victory or defeat on the mountain been decided?" Futian smiled softly and said slowly: "I have already predicted and judged it, and this time is exactly the time I estimated."
"Okay, tell me."
The soldier was stunned for a moment, but he nodded: "I'm telling you, Fu Lao, the battle on the mountain is indeed decided, but...but...but..."
"Nothing, isn't Mr. Ye and the others coming to our place with a large number of people?"
"Yes." Xiaobing nodded.
"That's right." Futian smiled softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two young commanders also stood up in time. They held their hands and smiled and said: "You are indeed helping the old man. You really know things like a god."
"That's right, this magical calculation ability is simply amazing."
Futian waved his hand with satisfaction, pretending to be humble.
The soldier, on the other hand, had a face full of anxiety and speechlessness. Seeing that the three men were so complacent, he finally couldn't help but speak: "But the problem is, although Young Master Ye and the others came with a large number of troops,... they are not here to support them.
Ours...they were beaten down by others."
"Beat down?"
The three of them were stunned almost at the same time, and Futian then smiled: "There's a battle up there, how can we fight it down..."
However, midway through his words, Futian suddenly got stuck.
Only now did he realize that he seemed to have completely ignored an extremely important word.
quilt!
Yes, it's not that they were beaten down, but that they were beaten down.
Although there is only one word difference, the meanings of each are obviously very different.
"You...you, what did you say?" Futian began to stutter a little, and his expression was completely different from the calmness he had boasted about when encountering difficulties. His whole hand was trembling, which was much more exaggerated than that of the soldier.
"On the mountainside, Han Sanqian's side seemed to have won. We saw a large number of soldiers, including Mr. Ye, Elder Shenlong and others, rout down the mountain."
"Are you sure we are defeated and are not here to support us?" the young commander asked hurriedly.
The soldier said bitterly: "If they came to support us, why did the troops abandon their armor?"
After hearing this, the three of them no longer looked as cheerful as before, and staggered back one after another, their eyes full of disbelief and horror.
They were still dreaming a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye they woke up and their dreams were shattered.
Futian suddenly frowned, walked out of the tent quickly, and raised his eyes to the top of the mountain.
Soon, his eyes widened: "How...how...how could it be like this?
