As the commander of the Xiye Division of the Shenji Army under the jurisdiction of the Military Department of the Great Xia Kingdom, Luo Jiaxun handed over to Mo Wentian at the last moment of his life and asked him to hand over a blood letter to the Son of Heaven.

A blood book written in the blood of a veteran who has guarded the border of the Great Xia Kingdom for many years and fought countless battles.

There are only a few numbers written hastily on it - "Die before leaving the school, and the hero will be full of tears!"

Obviously, this is Luo Jiaxun's last unfulfilled wish to the world when he knew that there was no possibility of survival.

Originally, this veteran of outstanding achievements could have been buried here.

Originally, the two corps led by this veteran personally amounted to nearly 10,000 people, and it was possible to avoid the annihilation of the entire army.

However, in the end, such a tragic ending could not be avoided after all. At the last moment of his life, what this veteran thought in his heart was not to investigate who caused such a tragic ending, but he still only thought about the peace of the world and the peace of the border!

"Master, these people died a little strangely...... It's as if they were attacked by some animal! Although they all have a lot of shrapnel on their bodies, for the vast majority of them, these are not fatal injuries!"

The little monk who had been following Mo Wentian all along, vigilantly guarding against the surroundings, suddenly let out an exclamation.

Since coming to this tragic battlefield, Mo Wentian's attention has been attracted by Luo Jiaxun, and he has not had time to carefully investigate the cause of death of nearly 10,000 people in these two corps. However, the little monk who forgot the sword was not, while vigilantly paying attention to the movements around him, he had already quickly checked the wounds on some of the deceased's bodies, but he couldn't help but be stunned there.

Mo Wentian looked towards the little monk who forgot the sword when he heard this, but saw that he was staring at a corpse and carefully investigating it.

Mo Wentian, who seemed to have thought of something, changed his face slightly, and immediately put down Luo Jiaxun's corpse, his figure flashed rapidly, and he had already stopped for a while at intervals of twenty or thirty meters, and returned to Luo Jiaxun's side after four or five breaths.

After contemplating and thinking for a moment, Mo Wentian finally said heavily: "Well, this is not the field regiment of country Y that did it, nor is it an animal attack!"

"Then they are ......" The little monk who forgot the sword seemed to be even more puzzled.

Mo Wentian paused, and said with a solemn face: "They died at the hands of the dead soldiers of the Senluo Palace! That god of death Hades secretly cultivated a group of dead soldiers to work for them, and these people are no different from ordinary people on weekdays, once they accept the task, they will inject a special medicine, and then turn into werewolves, and their combat effectiveness will increase by three to five times in a short period of time......! It's a pity...... Alas......"

Speaking of this, Mo Wentian let out a long sigh.

Yes, there was still a chance to redeem it, but Shen Yuechun's phone call ruined the last chance for nearly 10,000 hot-blooded children, including Luo Jiaxun, to survive.

The border of the country has been closed, and since then, there have been nearly 10,000 loyal souls, and on the land of Great Xia, there are nearly 10,000 families whose pillars collapsed in an instant......

You don't see, at the juncture, no one collects the white bones in ancient times!

Perhaps, the two of us are the ones who know the final fate of these two corps...... When the war is over, come and bury their bodies again, and let them be buried in the ground!"

Mo Wentian put away the blood book entrusted by Luo Jiaxun before he died, and went without looking back.

In the raging storm and snow, the corpses of nearly 10,000 sons were quickly buried, and the sky and the earth were white, as if even the killing that happened not long ago had been buried.

Longcheng City.

After just taking a comfortable bath and specially finding two beautiful women to relax, Shen Yuechun came to the study again satisfied.

The staff officer who was supposed to be on duty here, not long ago, Shen Yuechun thought he was an eyesore, because he stepped on his left foot when he entered the door and was severely repaired, and since then he has never dared to set foot in this study for half a step.

The phone, which has been ringing there for four or five minutes.

Shen Yuechun's leisurely was in stark contrast to the rapid ringing of the telephone.

Shen Yuechun didn't feel that there was anything wrong. As the commander-in-chief, you should have this kind of bearing that Mount Tai collapses in front of you and your face does not change! What's more, if you don't answer this phone, you won't answer it, and it's not a big deal!

After all, if it's a cabinet call, there's your own father there, and everything is negotiable. And if it's a call from the Son of Heaven, isn't there still "will be outside, the king's order will not be affected" to prevaricate!

As for other people's calls, it depends on the mood whether you answer them or not!

Pacing Fang Bu calmly came to the desk and slowly picked up the phone.

After a while, the original elegant color was completely swept away from Shen Yuechun's body, and in its place, it was an irrepressible shock, so much so that the hand that answered the phone was trembling slightly!

Just because the news reported by this phone call is too shocking!

As a general who has guarded the border for many years, Luo Jiaxun personally led two corps of nearly 10,000 horses, and after crossing the border line, the whole army was wiped out!

How is this possible? This can't be!

Since the establishment of the Great Xia Kingdom, how could there have been such defeats!

It's impossible, it must be a mistake! It's just a hundred kilometers forward, and with the military might of the Celestial Empire, there are no more than two corps deployed on the border by country Y, and if they die, they will be evenly matched, so how can they be completely annihilated?

"Where is that deputy general Mo Wentian now?" After a moment of shock, Shen Yuechun immediately realized a very serious problem.

"General Mo just came back from the discovery site, and after bringing this news back, he immediately went out again, and we don't know where we went......"

Hearing the answer from the other side, Shen Yuechun subconsciously wanted to burst into a foul language, but finally hung up

From hearing the news of Luo Jiaxun's defeat and martyrdom to this moment, Shen Yuechun did not recover from the shock.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Yuechun, who finally came back to his senses, subconsciously glanced around, and found that the entire study was alone, and he immediately relieved himself. I was secretly glad that I had the foresight to drive the staff officer on duty away, so I didn't make a fool of myself in public!

After thinking about it slightly, Shen Yuechun picked up the phone and called.

"In consideration of the overall situation, the news of the annihilation of the two corps led by Luo Jiaxun is temporarily tightly sealed, and those who dare to leak secrets without authorization will be killed! The West Field Department of the Shenji Army is temporarily in the hands of General Ben himself! In addition, find me the whereabouts of Deputy General Mo Wentian! Luo Jiaxun's defeat and life and death this time are inseparable from him!"

Hanging up the phone, Shen Yuechun's shock was gone, and a gloomy smile appeared on his face. After wandering in the study for a while, he fell on the desk, the pen in his hand danced sharply, and in less than half an hour, a piece of more than 1,000 words appeared on the desk.

After signing Long Feifengwu's signature at the end of the concerto, Shen Yuechun read it again, smiled with satisfaction, and commanded towards the door: "Someone, report this piece in top secret as soon as possible!"

"Don't ask God, don't ask heaven, this black cauldron is just right for you to carry! Anyway, as a deputy general, it is only natural for me to carry the black cauldron as the main general! Hahaha...... I'm a fucking genius! I was still worried about how to kill this surnamed Mo, but I didn't expect that Luo Jiaxun's stupid pig to accidentally hit and give him a perfect opportunity! God-given opportunity, God-given opportunity!"

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Ever since he witnessed Luo Jiaxun and the two corps he led nearly 10,000 people dying in the blizzard, Mo Wentian's heart has always been heavy. Such a scene, such a tragedy, once upon a time when I was fighting at the border, I also experienced it, right?

And, more than once!

For the first time, it was the six-star lion general Ye Zifan who led the whereabouts of the Tiance Army Erlang to be leaked for no reason, which directly caused the Tiance Army to bury the bones of the three thousand Erlang, and Ye Zifan was also seriously injured, and he has never been connected with the military again.

The second time, it was Mo Wentian himself who led the Tiance army and was besieged and almost wiped out. The victory was that Mo Wentian changed his deployment in the battle, and narrowly won with surprise troops, but he also suffered heavy casualties.

And this time, although Blizzard buried the soldiers of the Divine Machine Army, they were also the soldiers of the Great Xia Kingdom!

What made Mo Wentian even more sad was that he had a chance to redeem this defeat, but he was completely ruined by Shen Yuechun's hope and opportunity!

Yes, for Shen Yuechun, it was just a phone call, a phone call that showed supreme authority. But for Luo Jiaxun and the two corps he led nearly 10,000 people, it was a catastrophe!

The initial fear was that once they advanced a hundred kilometers in the snowstorm, logistics would become a bottleneck. Who knows, in the end, they found out that this problem is not a problem at all, because they don't even have a chance to consume the dry food they carry with them!

"I hope that Luo Jiaxun and they can use their own blood and the lives of nearly 10,000 hot-blooded sons and daughters to exchange for a real chance to fight!"

After thinking about it, Mo Wentian could only comfort himself like this.

Therefore, after he brought the news of the defeat and death of Luo Jiaxun and others back to the base camp of the West Field Department, he immediately rushed towards Long Cheng non-stop. He wanted to have a good talk with Shen Yuechun, who was the main general, before the second wave of battle was launched by Country Y.

After all, those werewolf dead soldiers of the Senluo Palace, who had always been in a state of absolute secrecy, suddenly dispatched on a large scale, and I am afraid that no one in the entire Great Xia Kingdom knew more clearly than Mo Wentian.

The blizzard seems to be a little smaller than before.

Because he was ordered to come to the war this time, Mo Wentian only brought the little monk who forgot the sword and grew up in the Xianglong Ancient Temple with the old monk Kongyun since he was a child, and now he can only drive by himself.

The high-performance mountain buggy struggled through snow with an average thickness of nearly 20 centimeters, and the roar of the engine shook the two pillars of light in front of it trembling slightly in the dark night, like a monster swallowing a breathtaking gaze.

"Sneer......"

With a strange sound, Mo Wentian decisively stepped on the brakes, his face was solemn, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes staring ahead.

In the blizzard that fell from the clouds, there were twelve figures lined up in two rows, blocking the way to Longcheng.

Everyone's eyes were shining with a strange light under the headlights, and they looked particularly terrifying!

The lights of this mountain buggy are no less powerful than searchlights. However, under the direct light of such intensity, the twelve people on the opposite side were still wide-eyed, and they were clearly not affected in the slightest!

An undisguised murderous intent spread in the snowy night, making the already bleak air even more suffocating.

The little monk who was sitting next to Mo Wentian stared at the front for a moment, and said with doubt: "Master, they are ......"

"Well, that's right, they are the werewolf dead soldiers cultivated by the Sen Luo Temple at a sky-high price! The combat power of each dead soldier is no less than that of a king!" Mo Wentian said with a solemn expression, still sitting in the car and not moving.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in the clear eyes of the little monk who forgot the sword, and he looked at Mo Wentian and said, "Master, wait for the apprentices to send them away!"

"No!" Mo Wentian shook his head, looked coldly at the figure outside the car and said, "Let's go back!"

"Huh, go back?" The little monk who forgot the sword was stunned for a moment, looked at the twelve figures outside the car in confusion, and then looked at Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian nodded solemnly, and said with a solemn face: "Since they can intercept us here, they must know our whereabouts well, then at this moment, the base camp of the West Field Department of the Divine Machine Army is ......."

Before the words fell, the twelve figures on the opposite side instantly changed their formation and outflanked them in a fan shape.