The senior generals of the Bone Army are very proud.
That's why this general dared to speak to Lord Demon Sect's subordinates like this. However, after listening to the words of this Demon Sect member, his head hung slightly.
This is true.
In these years, the Demon Sect Master has done countless things for the Northern Wei Dynasty, but what this Demon Sect member said is true. The things he has done are indeed changing the Northern Wei Dynasty according to his wishes. It is what he wants.
What he had to do, he did.
No one has ever been able to order Lord Demon Sect to do anything.
Yang Dian was far from qualified, neither could Wang Yuanying of Zhongshan, and even those in the Northern Wei Palace seemed not qualified.
This general had absolutely admired Lord Demon Sect before and had never thought about this matter. However, at this time, the fact that this Demon Sect member coldly reminded him made him feel a huge hidden danger.
"We don't have enough practitioners."
A military advisor stood beside Yang Dian. He kept taking deep breaths, but still felt that his chest was congested. "What else can I do?"
"I can't help it."
Yang Dian glanced at him and laughed.
The generals around him, including the military advisor, looked at him in shock, unable to imagine how he could still laugh at such a time.
"I don't have a way, but the prince will have a way, and Xing Lian will have a way." Yang Dian looked at them, "And if I don't have a way, Lord Demon Sect will definitely come up with a way."
"I've tried my best."
Yang Dian looked at the generals who were still in a daze around him and said: "Since you can't deal with Jiange and this person despite your best efforts, you should admit defeat."
"Then let's..."
One general was shocked and confused and said subconsciously: "What should we do next?"
"Everyone rest where they are."
Yang Dian said very simply: "Since there is no other way, then do nothing and just rest."
…
"These Northern Wei people stopped attacking the city?"
Seeing the movements on Jiangxin Island and among the Northern Wei army on the other side, many Southern Dynasty sergeants who saw the clues were shocked.
Not attacking the city is naturally a good thing for Lin Yi.
He turned around silently and bowed to the Golden Crow Cavalry.
He returned to the top of the remaining wall amid huge cheers and voices calling his name in the city.
He bowed seriously again to those who were dead in the sword pavilion and to those who were still alive in the sword pavilion.
"I am the Pavilion Master you recognize."
He looked at the people in the sword pavilion who were still alive, especially at the leader of the original Taoist priest, and said: "But as your pavilion master, you have been protecting me before, but from now on, you should try your best not to take action.
I should be the one protecting you."
A little later, a green-shirted practitioner appeared outside the south gate, which had been taken over by the Tiece Army.
The green-shirted cultivator was quickly released and then came to Lin Yi.
"I brought some medicines. Some are excellent medicines for injuries, and some are elixirs for replenishing true energy."
While the green-shirted practitioner unloaded his luggage, he said to Lin Yi in a very low voice: "My eldest lady will come, and she will bring more elixirs."
This green-shirted practitioner was a practitioner of the Chen family, so when Lin Yi heard his words, he knew clearly that Chen Baoyuan would come.
Coming at this time is a true sharing of weal and woe.
He was very touched.
He thought of the time when he heard the news that she was in trouble in Meishan and rushed to save her desperately.
He was also very weak at that time and seemed to have no effect.
But he understood that his mood at this time was her mood at that time.
But the more this happened, the more he missed Xiao Shufei at this time.
This is an irrepressible thought.
The Xiao family should know the situation of the war better than anyone else.
Then she should also know that she is living and dying with this Zhongli City.
So what is she doing now?
Will she come?
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"Who asked those people to go to the Northern Wei Dynasty to die?"
Xiao Hong's voice sounded in the empty Chinese army tent.
Outside the big tent, the howling night wind slapped the tent, seeming to replenish the anger in his heart.
Wang Yuanying of Zhongshan was the most powerful figure in the Northern Wei Dynasty in this unprecedented war, and he, Xiao Hong, the Linchuan king of the Southern Dynasty, was the absolute military commander in the Southern Dynasty.
He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the yellow chess piece that had just been moved on the sand table.
"I don't seem to have signed any transfer orders, nor have I issued any military symbols... Could it be that these old guys in the border army can't help but want to push some scapegoats out?"
There was no murderous intent on his face, and his tone was not harsh.
However, those who have followed him for many years know very well that when he is really angry and has a strong murderous intention, the corners of his mouth will twitch slightly, and at this time, the twitching of the corners of his mouth is too obvious.
"No one will be a scapegoat."
A red-robed priest, who was standing in front of him with a slight bow, said softly.
Xiao Hong paused, took a deep breath, looked at him, but said nothing.
"Besides you, there are still people in the Southern Dynasty who can mobilize that army." The red-robed priest in front of him said softly but clearly: "General Li's department originally belonged to the Zhongzhou Army... Although it was within the frontier army, it was
I don’t need your military symbols, as long as someone in the Zhongzhou Army gives the order, they will obey the order."
"It's Brother Huang!" Xiao Hong reacted and shouted sternly.
"Someone asked the palace to issue such an order, maybe not necessarily the Holy One."
The red-robed priest didn't want to play riddles anymore. He pointed at a blood-red flag not too far away from the yellow flag and said: "They don't want these thousands of people to die. Before that, they have already invited them from you."
The military order mobilized 30,000 troops from Dingyuan but guarded the grain road. Now these 30,000 troops are near Gucheng, where there is no trace of the activities of the Northern Wei army at all, so as far as the Northern Wei military is concerned, these 30,000 troops have also disappeared.
"
"So the final illusion formed at this time is that these more than 36,000 elite troops have invaded the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty and are going straight to Luoyang."
The red-robed priest paused, looked up at Xiao Hong, and said seriously: "Even if I were Wang Yuanying of Zhongshan, I would think so."
Xiao Hong's hands trembled slightly in the sleeves of his robe.
Of course he knew the movements of the more than 30,000 elite Dingyuan frontier troops represented by the blood-red flag. In his opinion, there was no problem with the military orders requested by the frontier army generals. The transportation of grain and grass guaranteed by the 30,000 elites was even more secure and could be guaranteed.
The entire situation was dragged out over a longer period of time according to his vision.
However, he did not expect that those old guys in the border army would use such methods to create an illusion that could be confusing to the real thing.
Just as the generals in the border army thought, he did not want to send all his troops to Zhongli and fight the Northern Wei Dynasty in Zhongli. It was too dangerous in his opinion. What's more, he felt that he and his brother needed the
, is to weaken as much as possible the power of those generals who do not understand whose world this is.
Lin Yi and Jiange were not liked by the emperor, and Wei Rui was not easy to control.
"They want to contain Dang Xiang and let Wang Yuanying of Zhongshan return to rescue Luoyang."
He said in a slow and cold voice: "Since they have created an illusion that is enough to confuse the truth, as long as the whereabouts of these 30,000 troops are revealed in front of them, this illusion will be destroyed.
If they want to fight, let them fight to the death."
The red-robed priest knew what Xiao Hong meant, but he shook his head and said, "I have tried to mobilize them, but they will not leave that area."
Xiao Hong's breath was stagnant, "Do they want to disobey?"
"No, they have a reason." The red-robed priest said with a strange face: "The people of the Northern Wei Dynasty poisoned the water along their way, and they all contracted serious diseases, so the army was unable to march."
Xiao Hong's complexion instantly turned pale.
His body roared with true energy due to anger.
Of course he understood...it couldn't have been poisoned by people from the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The generals in the frontier army, those old men... were shameless. They were even more shameless than he imagined.