"Marshal, the people of the Yanguang family deserve to die, please show your condolences!"
"This Langya King Li Wenhao is really awesome, he really does what he says!"
In the big tent, several other Yan clan generals also loudly echoed without paying any attention to it.
"You, what are you talking about? If this word gets out, what will happen?" Baimu Qingfu was shocked, and the scene in front of him made his scalp numb.
A terrifying thought grew in my heart like crazy.
Meng's face turned pale: "Guimu, have you taken refuge with Li Wenhao?
Where is your grandson? Why didn’t he see Guimu Xiaowu this day?”
Although Baimu Qingfu was questioning, he was panicking in his heart. All his men had died long ago, and only two or three kittens and small fish were left.
There are 300,000 people in this camp, not counting the 200,000 fearful slaves, and the 100,000 elites of the Sand Clan, including the generals, all of whom are from Guimu Tengchuan.
Especially after Guimu Tengchuan's family was killed, he has been living in the military camp, eating and living with the soldiers, and his prestige is extremely high.
Others also joked that Guimu Tengchuan was scared out of his wits and was afraid of the Yanguang family's revenge, so he hid in the military camp and did not dare to come out.
Now I know that this guy is not timid, but is building up strength and preparing to rebel!
"Bermu, you are a smart man, just go ahead and capture him!" Guimu Tengchuan wiped away the tears on his face. Wherever he stood, he became three points taller.
The previous sluggishness was swept away, and he seemed to be rejuvenated.
"Me!" Baimu Qingfu's lips trembled. He never dreamed that this would be the situation.
I wanted to shout, don't do anything, I'm an undercover!
But thinking that my family is still in Dilan's plane, I can only sit down and admit defeat!
"Li Wenhao is so scary. How many undercover agents have he deployed?" At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Yuan, Marshal!" The sentry who was left standing aside swallowed hard. The young man's heart was pounding, and he was so frightened.
Fortunately, he was a soldier of Guimu Tengchuan, so he didn't have to worry about losing his life. He said with difficulty: "The intelligence also said that the infantry of the Langya army was defeated by the infantry of the Yan tribe, and was beaten back steadily."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Guimu Tengchuan's expression changed upon hearing this, and the air in the tent became tense.
"Marshal, how about we send a team to help?" a fifth-level general said.
"No!" Another fifth-level general said: "There are still many unstable factors in the army. They cannot be made public until they are completely eliminated!"
"Hey, I said before that the people of the Yan tribe are very strong. We need to take a long-term view and not make easy bets!" A young-looking noble general complained softly.
"Stab," there was a sound, the sword flashed, blood spattered, and the little noble general who had been complaining just now fell to the ground softly, covering his neck.
This time, the place was completely quiet.
Guimu Tengchuan held a blood-stained long knife and glanced at everyone with a fierce gaze: "I have made up my mind. Anyone who dares to confuse the army will be killed without mercy!"
Bai Muqingfu glanced at him speechlessly, you've already rebelled, and you're still saying that others are confusing the morale of the army?
Subsequently, Guimu Tengchuan convened the generals to discuss matters. After killing more than a dozen noble generals, he personally led 50,000 cavalry out of the camp.
Halfway through, he handed a letter to Baimu Qingfu: "Wait a moment and find a chance to leave."
After Baimu Qingfu read the letter with a confused look on his face, his eyes wandered and his heart could not calm down for a long time.
Returning to the battlefield, the Yan Clan army had already surrounded Li Wenhao's Wang Banner.
"Kill, kill Li Wenhao and avenge my brother!" The seventh-level Yanguang Ancestor personally led several trusted generals to attack.
The turbulent offensive, like a giant wolf, is getting higher and higher, and the situation is precarious.
Li Wenhao still stood under the king's flag and watched quietly, motionless.
The newly summoned three thousand fire spirits and two thousand golden armored warriors guarded the high ground and fought hard.
At this point in the battle, the infantry on both sides are exhausted, and the phantom of the battle formation is on the verge of being shattered.
The battle losses of the 150,000 Huaibei Army reached half, and more than 70,000 people were killed.
On the other hand, among the Yan tribe's infantry, less than 30,000 of the 100,000 elite troops were lost, and there are still close to 70,000 left.
The Langya Army's troop expansion is too fast, with either new recruits or surrendered troops, and everything in between.
Especially for the Huaibei Legion, more than half of them are new recruits. With the support of the system, it is not easy to achieve this effect.
"Your Majesty, the infantry suffered heavy casualties. We can't wait any longer. Order the cavalry to attack!" Zhebie gasped and hurried back from the front.
Because of excessive consumption of spiritual energy, his face was pale and his whole body was steaming.
"Either let the cavalry charge, or the whole army retreats. What are you waiting for?" Elena and Qingluan had fallen from the sky long ago and stood on the side, furious.
"In a war, how can anyone not die?" Li Wenhao looked calm, frowned slightly and said: "A handsome man must be able to calm down and wait!"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait a little longer and the 50,000 cavalrymen from the Sha tribe will arrive!" Elena was so angry that her hair was blowing up. If the environment wasn't wrong, she would have really wanted to hold Li Wenhao's arm and bite him.
Li Mocheng huddled behind and sneaked away when he saw something was wrong.
The soldiers of the Langya Army on the side acted as if they didn't see them, and no one stopped them.
After three heart-stopping minutes, a sentry finally came over: "Report, 50,000 cavalry from the Sha Clan Army are coming from behind our army. Lord Xuan Mo Dao, the envoy of the Huaibei Army, please request your Majesty to send cavalry to intercept immediately!"
To everyone's surprise, Li Wenhao smiled calmly: "Okay, we're finally here, order the Xuanmo Sword, and the Huaibei Army immediately retreats to the left and right wings to get out of the way!"
"You are crazy. The Huaibei Army has long been exhausted. How can you outrun the cavalry? Let the cavalry intercept it!" Elena jumped up angrily, hugged Li Wenhao's neck, and shook him hard.
"Stop shaking, order the troops to ride on the left and right, and outflank her from both sides!" Li Wenhao ordered while grabbing her little hand, and at the same time kissed Irina's pink face.
"Ah, you idiot, you gave the wrong order. It was an interception, not an outflank!" Elena had already let go, but when she heard this, she grabbed Li Wenhao's ears again and stamped her feet anxiously.
"Intercept this ghost, they are all mine!" Li Wenhao picked up Elena.
On the one hand, he really wanted to see Elena go crazy, and on the other hand, he wanted to avoid the news leaking, so he didn't say anything until now.
"Your person?" Elena opened her mouth in surprise, then realized that she had been tricked, and bit her with a squeal.
"Ouch, my neck!" Li Wenhao screamed. He didn't dare to use his spiritual power and could only endure it.
"No way. When did the Sand Army become ours?"
"I wonder why your Majesty's expression doesn't change. It turns out that it was arranged long ago!"
"I'll go, I'm so anxious that I'm covered in sweat!"
Although the generals did not dare to believe it completely, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Then they stared with hatred, not a single person sympathizing with Li Wenhao's screams.
There is even an urge to go up and hit the target, which is really hateful!