"What? No money? Then go to death, Lao Tzu's subordinates don't kill the nameless, and quickly report the name to the master! ”

"Don't ask."

"Buzhi."

"Wow, yes, yes, you dare to play tricks on me when you're dying? Give it all to me...... Burst! ”

Mo Wen walked over to the robbers, bent down and slowly pulled out the arrows on their bodies one by one, wiped them clean, and put them back in the pocket in his sleeve. And Buzhi was smiling in place the whole time, watching her husband finish the matter, and the two looked at each other and smiled and continued to walk forward. The two casually walked to a high ground, and Mo Wen chuckled.

"It's a mistake again."

"yes."

The two of them were accustomed to this, and they just asked and answered, and then revealed the matter with a light smile.

"Zhi'er, wait."

When he was leaving, Mo Wen looked down, his eyes were fixed, and he hurriedly stopped Buzhi. Buzhi didn't know, walked to Mo Wen's side and looked at his line of sight, he was still confused at first, and as time passed, Buzhi's expression became more and more solemn.

"See?"

"It's ...... Qimen Dunjia? ”

"It should be."

"Husband, now only our Mo family understands this, right?"

"But the Mo family is the only one who studies this, and my father is the only one, and this should be someone else."

The distance that the two looked at was the place where the two armies were fighting, and the two armies with a large difference in strength were at this time deadlocked on the plain, and the side with much smaller strength than the other party formed a strange battle formation, blocking the enemy's wave after wave of charge. Mo Wen stared at that place, no matter who it was, whether the other party was friend or foe, he had to go over and see him.

"Let's go, go over there."

Mo Wen pointed to the direction in which the battle formation was placed, whether it was from his own family or not, he had to go and see. Bu Zhi nodded and kept up with Mo Wen's pace, knowing that nine times out of ten this was his own family, and this road was most likely the way home.

Pang Yuan was constantly changing the command flag in his hand, commanding the Dongling army in front of him, constantly changing the formation, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as bright as fire. While he was trying to train these people, Ximing ate a part of Dongling's troops. As a last resort, he could only abandon all the defenses on the periphery, shrink his forces to the base camp, and have a decisive battle with Ximing at the last line of defense of Dongling.

This is a great gamble, if the bet is wrong, it is to lose a large area of the city outside Dongling, and even Dongling has to lose, but now in this situation, Pang Yuan has succeeded. On the huge plain, the ever-changing military formation is integrated in attack and defense, and as long as the opponent encounters it, it will fall into it and be wiped out little by little in the formation.

Although Pang Yuan blocked Ximing's offensive for a while, the melancholy in his heart still did not dissipate, he knew very well in his heart that this military formation had two weaknesses, one was that it was difficult to move, and it could only be used for passive defense, if he was given more time to study, then this weakness would be self-defeating, and the second weakness was him Pang Yuan, this military formation had just come out, and he had to rely on him to improve it little by little, and now if he lost his command, then the military formation would be self-defeating.

After twice the strength of the front line could not eat the other party, Jinglian also arrived at the front line, and under the temptation of the troops again and again, the opponent's defense was not leaky, and even the general formation was improved little by little. Staring at the more and more perfect military formation, Jing Lian thought about it for a long time, and finally gave the order to retreat, this formation has no solution, every defect will have another change to make up for it, and Jing Lian gave this order after seeing all the changes in the large array in front.

"Is that the man?"

Jing Lian muttered to himself, looking at Pang Yuan, who was protected by a group of guards at the high platform, as if he couldn't see the other party's face too far away, and only remembered those bright eyes. After Ximing retreated a little, Pang Yuan put down the order flag in his hand, his hands tightly grasped the horizontal bar in front of him, his knuckles were white, and his body was wet with sweat as if he had been salvaged from the water, until Ximing's army completely retreated from his sight before he asked someone to help him back.

How long can your body last? When he was carried down by the soldiers, Pang Yuan smiled bitterly in his heart, he had already lost his strength half an hour ago, and he relied on his own willpower and the support of the guards behind him to persist until now, this time it was blocked, so next time, what about next time?

Under the cheers of the soldiers, Pang Yuan returned to the camp, the whole person collapsed on the chair, and not long after a guard came in with a decoction. Pang Yuan drank the decoction and rested for a while, then stood up again and continued to look at the sand table battlefield, thinking about all the routes that might be attacked by the opposite side, the current Dongling could no longer tolerate a failure, or he could no longer afford it, and so was himself, if he lost again, he didn't know if he still had the confidence to face the person who commanded Ximing again.

"I don't know how to rest if I'm not in good health? What will you do in the event that your body collapses at the moment of battle? What about these soldiers? ”

The familiar cold voice sounded in his ears, Pang Yuan paused, then shook his head vigorously, and muttered to himself.

"Hallucinations? As the saying goes, there are thoughts and dreams at night, and you still dream in the daytime? ”

Before the words fell, there was a blow on the head, and Pang Yuan looked up and saw Mo Yi standing in front of him wearing a strategist suit, his face slightly angry.

“……”

Pang Yuan rubbed his eyes, looked at Mo Yi, rubbed his eyes again, stretched out his hand and patted it, Mom, this is a real person! It's over, his whispering just now won't be heard, right? Pang Yuan was worried in his heart, he didn't know how to react at this time when he was fighting against Jing Lian on the battlefield.

The camp fell silent again, time passed little by little, and Pang Yuan more or less sensed the meaning of the other party in the eyes, a woman came thousands of miles away to serve as a staff officer in the army. Pang Yuan knew that Mo Yi was not the kind of person who was greedy for fame and fortune. Whether this speculation is or not......

"The staff officer should go to the place where the staff officer should stay, this big tent needs to be reported next time he comes in, remember, come on, send this staff officer back to the strategist camp."

Pang Yuan was sure in his heart, and said in a deep voice to Mo Yi, and after speaking, he called the guards to take him away, bowing his head and ignoring the other party's reaction. After Mo Yi was taken away, Pang Yuan lowered his head and covered his mouth and coughed heavily, looking at the bloodstains on his hands, his eyes were slightly cold, he reached into his arms, took out the towel and wiped his mouth gently, and then took it seriously, carefully wiped the blood on his hands little by little, until he could not see a trace, and then put the towel back into his arms.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about these things. After Pang Yuan finished what he was doing, he set his sights on the sand table again, what he needed now was time, and he needed time to improve this military formation little by little, and then pass on the changes in this military formation.

But what Pang Yuan lacks now is time, whether it is Ximing's flawless invasion or his own dilapidated body. As for Mo Yi, if she had affection for him, he could only say sorry to her.