Chapter Seventy-Eight: Surrender

After the blood spirit bead was split into ashes under the Zixiao Divine Thunder, the thunder in the sky gradually dispersed, but I don't know if there was some small problem with those thunders, and before leaving, a thunderbolt also fell, which split on the blood demon array, and the thunder followed the rune veins of the blood demon array, and the lightning flashed for a while, which was very beautiful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

And Ling Yang also spit out a mouthful of blood after the blood spirit bead dissipated, and the whole person flew backwards as if he had been struck by lightning, his face was pale, and he fell into the crowd.

The commander was injured and unconscious, and the army was hit hard by this, Ling Hu took over the duties of Ling Yang's commander, and the first thing he did was to order the troops to retreat and retreat with the army.

Surprisingly, Taiyi also ordered the troops to retreat, and the army retreated to the barracks, but the number of people was nearly one-third less than when they set out.

This battle ended in such a hurry.

After returning to the barracks and counting the number of people, Taiyi found that this battle was indeed a heavy loss, and the three of Vulture, Nan Yingyu and Baiworm Daoren were trapped in the bloody array, and in the end they all failed to escape, and all of them fell into the formation, and disappeared together with the ashes of the blood spirit beads.

And the army led by the three of them basically died in the bloody array, which has accounted for one-third of the strength of the army of the Northland Alliance, this time the Northland Alliance can be said to be really broken, not only the soldiers suffered heavy losses, but even the generals also died several, which made Taiyi very heartbroken, this is the main force to fight the world for him in the future.

After an urgent meeting, Taiyi stood in his tent and used his magic power to send his voice to every corner of the barracks.

"Fellow warriors of the Alliance, I am Taiyi. ”

The soldiers who were receiving medical treatment in the special medical camp suddenly heard this voice, and immediately everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

On the way, the soldier carrying the materials stopped, listened carefully to the sound coming from nowhere, and tried his best to straighten his back and erect again, as if Taiyi was watching them right in front of him.

The soldiers resting in the tent all stood up and stood together in the training formation, listening carefully to the voice.

Taiyi's voice seems to be everywhere, as long as it is in the barracks, it can be heard.

"Today we have suffered the greatest defeat since the creation of the Alliance, in this defeat we have 150,000 soldiers killed in battle, three generals have died in battle, they have left us forever, this is the shame of the Alliance, we have to wash away this shame with the blood of the enemy. ”

Taiyi's voice paused, as if he was choked up from sadness.

"Let's march and observe a minute of silence in memory of these fallen soldiers. ”

A feeling of grief and indignation spread throughout the camp, and all of them had a wave of anger in their hearts, which they wanted to vent but could only suppress desperately, as if they could feel that they had been imprinted with a mark called shame, which could only be washed away by the blood of the enemy.

"I know that everyone must be thinking about avenging the fallen warriors and washing away the shame on us, but I tell you that now is not the time. ”

"Because, our shame is not brought upon us by the incompetent army that just fought against us, but by this behemoth in front of us, the Moss dynasty. Do you think that by defeating the incompetent army in front of you, you can wash away the shame and avenge the loss of our comrades?"

Taiyi roared angrily and shouted loudly: "No, this is not enough, only by defeating the Moss Dynasty can we truly avenge them and wash away the shame on our bodies." ”

As soon as the words changed, Taiyi's voice was a little lower: "However, now our strength is not enough to fight against the Moss Dynasty, we can only retreat, we can only show weakness, but this is only for better revenge in the future, in order to wash away the shame on our bodies in the future." ”

"It's dormant now, just to break out better later. ”

In the last sentence, Taiyi's voice was very low, but it carried an uplifting power, and everyone was unconsciously attracted by Taiyi and unconsciously brainwashed.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "All for Taiyi." ”

Then, like a virus, it spread rapidly, and everyone began to shout: "Everything is for Taiyi." ”

When they shouted, they all had a look of great reverence on their faces, as if they were looking at their gods, as if they would give their lives willingly as soon as Taiyi said a word.

In the coach's tent, Taiyi and Wu Mo were sitting opposite each other, their eyes were shining brightly, but they were engaged in a round of competition, but the situation was a tie, and no one could help anyone.

"Alliance leader, what do you think of my proposal?" Umo smiled calmly.

"Well, yes, just do as you say, and I'll leave this matter to you, I hope you don't disappoint me. ”

After a pause, Taiyi continued: "You are very talented, I hope you can stay and do things for me." ”

Faced with Taiyi's invitation, Wu Mo did not refuse, but he did not immediately agree: "It depends on the alliance leader, I will only submit to the strong." ”

Tai Yi nodded and stopped talking, Wu Mo turned around and left the camp tent and walked towards the enemy army, Ling Yang's military camp.

The defeat of the war, not only failed to destroy the enemy army, but also lost 400,000 troops, plus the commander, the grandson of the general fell into a coma, how can he explain it after he goes back?

Ling Hu was walking around in his tent, restless, when he suddenly heard a report from his own soldiers, and a person claiming to be the commander of the Northland Alliance army asked to see him.

Ling Hu, who was in a state of anxiety, suddenly came to his senses after shouting a word of disobedience, and then recalled his own soldiers.

"Are you sure it's the Northland Alliance Division?"

"General, that's exactly what the person who came said. ”

"Well, bring him to my tent. ”

Ling Hu, who had come to his senses, had scattered his thoughts in his heart, guessing the reason for the other party's coming, and paced alone, but he felt a little less anxious than just now.

A few hours later, Umo left Ling Hu's tent and stayed in the camp, but Ling Hu hurriedly went to Ling Yang's tent, and Ling Yang had already woken up.

Another day passed, and Ling Yang summoned Wu Mo again, and the three of them talked for a few more hours.

Subsequently, news came out that the Northland Alliance submitted a surrender to the Moss Dynasty, expressing its submission, and Ling Yang had accepted the surrender on behalf of the Moss Dynasty and returned to Moss City with Umo.

This war against the Northland Alliance officially ended with the surrender of the Northland Alliance.