The place where the two major forces negotiated was at the Langyankou guarded by Wu Yi. It can be said that this was the closest thing to a secret since Wu Yi entered the upper realm Daji Dynasty through the identity of Chen Yan.
Whether this matter is good or bad for Wu Yi is hard to tell right now. There are too many variables. From the beginning to the end, Wu Yi, the marshal of the Northern Army, has not even heard his voice a few times, let alone seen him in person. He can only
Make it up in your mind.
As far as the negotiation location is concerned, the location of Langyankou is very good. The terrain is high and the Wolfyan is solitary. There are plains on all sides. Looking down from here, you can see the movement for hundreds of miles.
There is no way to hide whether the two sides are ambushing a large army. In this way, there is a prerequisite for mutual trust in negotiations.
However, if you have to compare the advantages and disadvantages, the Beidi tribe is a nation on horseback, and the cavalry of the Daji Dynasty, because they are not large in number, generally do not serve as the main attack in the army. If a change occurs, the Beidi tribe can
Within a day, this place was besieged, and the army and horses of the Daji Dynasty would be at night.
If the Northern Army Marshal is trapped, Wu Yi, the arrogant garrison commander, will most likely be one of the scapegoats.
Speaking of which, ever since Wu Yi imprinted a copy of the luck golden dragon reverse scale pattern on the Sea of Consciousness, all kinds of things happened around Wu Yi, as if they were going to force Wu Yi to the center of the situation.
In the past few days, Wu Yi had been patrolling all directions carefully, especially during this period when he was still unable to use his magic power and had no chance to escape.
However, it was precisely because Wu Yi had no chance to escape that he resorted to desperate measures and tried his best to keep Chen Yan's identity.
Instead of thinking about giving up your identity and leaving the Daji Dynasty, the sect's mission is important, but your life is still ahead. What's more, the disciple who comes to the Daji Dynasty is not the only one.
Now, this idea is gone.
For this purpose, Wu Yi searched for all possible hidden dangers. After such a strict inspection, Wu Yi naturally found many spies. In addition, many tribes near Langyankou had become Shen Congyue's followers. At this moment, they became the enemy's
As a spy, Wu Yi knew even more.
Wu Yi naturally knew that the Marshal of the Northern Army had his own news channels, but he still had to report what should be reported, three times a day, diligently and closely, because Wu Yi had various news channels and some detailed content, even the Marshal of the Northern Army did not
have no idea.
It is precisely because of this that the marshal of the Northern Army became interested in Wu Yi. On the evening of the third day when he was stationed at Langyankou, a marshal's personal soldier came to Wu Yi's camp and said that he was invited by the marshal.
Wu Yi looked overjoyed and wanted to entertain the soldier. However, the soldier strictly abided by military orders and Wu Yi ignored him no matter how much he tried to flatter him. He didn't even say anything to him. He probably looked down on Wu Yi.
With a hot face but a cold butt, Wu Yi looked as usual and didn't care about these trivial matters. What he was thinking about was why the marshal summoned him and how he should speak when he answered.
After adjusting his clothes a little, Wu Yi got up and went with him. The clothes he wore were actually the most basic military uniforms. Wu Yi was sent by a commander of thousands, who had his own independent military uniforms. But on the battlefield, whoever wears conspicuous clothes is the leader.
The archer shoots at the target.
Wu Yi was afraid of death and always wore the clothes of a soldier. His own people knew that Wu Yi was extraordinary and would not underestimate Wu Yi because of it. As for others, it would be better if they were willing to despise Wu Yi.
When other people meet the marshal, they must dress gorgeously to show their respect. But Wu Yi was prepared to go like this. In front of the marshal, he would wear the same clothes.
This marshal's personal soldier obviously despised Wu Yi's existence. Along the way, he never looked directly at Wu Yi. He was arrogant and proud of his status.
Although his dispatch may not be as high as that of Wu Yigao, but as the saying goes, a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, not to mention a small soldier, also went to the battlefield with the marshal, and may have saved the marshal.
The whole journey was silent, people ignored him, and Wu Yi didn't bother to complain about it. The marshal wanted to see him, but he was not this person.
After layers of searches, this group of people performed their duties diligently for the safety of the marshal, but Wu Yi suffered a lot. Even the knife used to shave the meat when eating sheep was found on his body.
Wu Yi endured his dissatisfaction and kept saying to himself: This is not his body, this is not his body! He has passed the search.
On the battlefield, everything was kept simple. If Wu Yi was visiting the prime minister in the capital at this moment, he would inevitably have to be taught some etiquette.
Entering the Chinese army's tent, it is tens of meters wide, with broadswords like a forest, spears like a peak, and all kinds of weapons listed among them. Many famous swords from the previous dynasty are displayed, with a murderous aura that refreshes the skin. Collect swords and swords, and almost every commander has them.
people’s hobbies.
When they came to Langyankou before, Wu Yi escorted them all the way. Wu Yi had seen everything they brought with them, and he had never seen these things before.
Appearing here at this moment, Wu Yi once again saw what the power and ability of the Northern Army Marshal was, even under his own nose, there were many blind spots.
Some of the swords, spears and halberds on the left and right gave Wu Yi a very bad feeling. They seemed to be ferocious soldiers who drank blood. They might even have given birth to weapon spirits and become gods. However, they were tainted with such a strong evil spirit.
How much consciousness the weapon spirit can exist is a problem.
Wu Yi was born in the immortal realm and had seen thousands of magical weapons, any one of which was better than anything else present, so he naturally looked down upon these weapons.
What Wu Yi really values is the obsession left in the weapons of those who have used these weapons. There is anger, unwillingness, joy, the joy of meeting an opponent, and the helplessness of being unable to save the country.
The mourning is the glory of Feng Langjuxu...
Every weapon is a story of flesh and blood, a classic that can be sung and cried, a good general that will go down in history, or an incompetent general that will be infamous throughout the ages.
There was only one attendant beside the marshal of the Northern Army. He was not one of the best in a thousand. He was just a boy servant, waiting for pen and ink, and his hands were powerless.
But even so, Wu Yi also believed that if he launched an attack, the soldiers outside the camp could instantly enter and subdue him.
The Marshal of the Northern Army had his back to Wu Yi, but looking from behind, one could still see that the Marshal of the Northern Army was a handsome man with a gentle manner and elegant demeanor.
"This is a weapon used by a fierce general in the Qing Dynasty. It is about ten feet long and weighs two hundred kilograms. When people see it cut into pieces and horses see it headless, it is called the Tiger Roaring Sword. The famous general holds this weapon and makes many enemies frightened.
.Thousands of years have passed, and the edge remains the same, worthy of the name of a divine weapon!"
When the marshal of the Northern Army heard Wu Yi's footsteps, he looked at the big sword in front of him and said calmly without looking back.