"What on earth are they doing?" The envoy in white asked this question deep in his heart.
He seems to be asking himself, and also seems to be asking his subordinates.
To give up the results that you finally pulled off is in vain. As long as you are in your right mind, you don't have to do such a thing.
"My subordinates don't know. Special envoy, do you want to pursue him?"
"No." Suddenly, the special envoy in white quickly thought of a possibility.
After all, he is a smart man. Although he is not as strategic as Han Sanqian, he is also the one who can keep up with Han Sanqian's thinking the fastest.
His ability to adapt is certainly very strong.
"These people are not trying to duel with us, they are playing games with us."
"Playing a game, what game?" the subordinate asked strangely.
The envoy in white suppressed his anger: "It's a cat and mouse game, but they are cats and we are mice."
"There are nearly ten thousand of us, and there are many elites among the elites. Who is the background of the other party that dares to treat us like rats?"
"It seems that I really underestimated the opponent's commander. He is very good at playing, and he is also very courageous." The white-clothed envoy said softly.
I am afraid that all those who are at a disadvantage will not dare to make big moves due to various psychological pressures.
But this man did the opposite.
"His purpose is to drag us here and buy Han Sanqian as much time as possible." The white-clothed envoy said.
"Then you mean, this is a trap."
"Yes, it's a trap. Ever since the village owner decided to send troops here, he has fallen into this trap." The envoy in white said with a bitter smile.
"Since the core of the enemy is Han Sanqian, should we return our troops immediately? As the saying goes, capture the thief first. As long as we work together to capture Han Sanqian, these flies will naturally disperse." The subordinate said.
The special envoy in white nodded: "Theoretically, this is indeed the case, and there is nothing wrong with it. But the problem lies in the owner's face, or in other words, the faces of all of us."
"I think that with the village owner's intelligence, he should have discovered the enemy's true purpose. But he insisted on sending troops and sent so many troops, so it means that he had to do this." The white-clothed envoy smiled:
"Before we came, the owner of the village gave us an order to make this battle beautiful. I didn't quite understand it at that time."
"I thought the village owner just wanted to boost the morale of the army through a beautiful battle, or maybe it was because someone had touched the key thing of blood, which made him furious."
"Now it seems that is not the case."
The subordinate was a little confused, and the more he listened, the more confused he became: "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"This is a conspiracy by the other party. We have to send a large number of troops here. As I said just now, he is attacking our famous stores and even the core of the entire force. If we can't fight with a majestic and beautiful
If we fight back, what will people outside think of us?"
The subordinate replied: "They say we are idiots and trash. We have been hit in the face by the enemy and have not done anything yet."
"Yes, so we must make a response, and this response must be large enough and refreshing enough so that people can see the feedback from our famous stores or our forces. This not only protects our face, but also deters everyone not to fight.
Bloodline plan." Thinking of this, the white-clothed envoy sighed: "I should have thought of this a long time ago, but I had to wait until I got here and was slapped by the enemy before I realized it. I really deserve to die."
"Then what should we do now? It seems that they have no intention of confronting us head-on. They just want to consume us like this. In this way, Han Sanqian can be dragged out for enough time, and here... the battle will never be good.
ah."
The special envoy in white did not speak, his brows furrowed.
He seemed to be thinking about countermeasures and a perfect countermeasure.
At almost the same time, Han Sanqian, who was in the sea of blood, suddenly opened his eyes. After eleven kilometers of transmission, the effect of cutting off the flow had finally made some waves in this huge sea of blood...
…He can clearly feel the impact of the interruption.
