The wind blew gently, although it was tropical weather, cloudless, and the sun was just right, but cold sweat flowed on Jian Kuobei's fat head. [with _ dream]ā

In the past few years, he has been used to enjoying it, and he has forgotten the fear that penetrated into his bone marrow when he faced the attack of the Barbarian Sword Country.

Back then, he was also a brave and warlike young general, not like now he has become a fat middle-aged uncle. The stomach is bulging high, and you can't see your feet even if you lower your head.

The horizontal flesh on his face strengthened his sense of majesty, but he didn't know if he could still have the skills and courage he had when he fought back then.

The sunlight stretched his shadow to the ground, and he still looked as thin as before.

The little school next to him was distressed, and he began to take out a towel and prepare to wipe it for Lord Taishou......

For Jian Kuobei, he is now in a dilemma.

Attack or retreat?

The 1,000 people sent out just now did not hear back, most of them were already killed, and the number of opponents was at least 10,000 or more.

No, I'm afraid more than that.

As long as his striker can stalemate for a moment and have a glimmer of life, with Feng Liang's caution, even if he is alone, he will definitely bring the information back alive.

Unless they are killed on the spot, there is no room to escape.

In this case, either there are more than ten realm masters in the opponent's camp, or the opponent's forces are completely crushed.

From the information previously available, it is clear that the second scenario is more likely.

He had never heard of anyone in the Beisha Army who was beyond the Ten Realms.

At this time, Jian Kuobei couldn't help but feel a little remorseful, he still underestimated the other party, he originally thought that he could take it by surprise, but judging from the results, he fell into the trap of the other party.

Attack or retreat?

Once again, the question sounded like a wake-up call in his head.

If you attack, it is very risky without the intelligence of the other party, and the other party has the advantage of terrain, most of the 10,000 people in the past will be sent to death, and if you want to attack, you can only wait for the 40,000 troops behind to come over.

But retreat words......

What awaits him is only the sneering eyes of those colleagues, and the endless regrets for the rest of his life.

Perhaps, according to the extreme personality of the young Majesty now, his official position will be gone.

"Wow!!" Jian Kuobei was agitated and suddenly shouted.

The schoolmaster's towel rubbed against the door of his smooth brain, startling him a lot.

"Your ......, my lord"

Jian Kuobei touched his face with his hand, only to find that his whole body was already soaked.

He shook his head, calmed down a little, and had already made up his mind in his heart, according to the normal process, there was only one way to go-

Report the current situation and wait for the command from above.

……

Hengtian City is located in the north-central part of Nansha, and if you walk four or five hundred miles further north, you can see an endless desert, which was still full of life more than two hundred years ago.

The imperial city of Hengtian, the General's Palace.

It is a huge castle built in an oasis in the Spratlys, next to the wasteland.

Yes, compared to the imperial palace of the Shajian Kingdom, the general's mansion was not inferior at all, a huge domed fortress made entirely of hard marble, with high walls on the outside circling one after another, and beyond the high walls, a large field of greenery and flowers was planted.

There are two things that are most precious in the Shajian Kingdom -

Water and flowers.

Those high-grade ores, which are regarded as treasures by the world, do not represent anything. And the water and flowers, which are the most common in other countries, are the things that are most cherished by the people here.

To see which one is the richest, just look at the plants in front of their door.

The General's mansion is not only full of flowers, but also a swimming pool.

At night, it's a brightly lit scene.

Feng Dan, the son of the general, always gathers some acquaintances to come here to have fun.

Of course, there are people who come in and out who are either rich or noble.

The great general Feng Zhuo, who was already sixty-three years old, had long black curly hair, dark and deep eyes, dark skin on his face, and a resolute countenance, except for the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and slightly sunken eye sockets, he did not look so old as he actually was.

He sat on a bench in the hall, reading the message sent from the Qiankun mirror carefully.

Across from him sat a young man, somewhat similar to his face, whose beard had not yet reached the point of piercing his hands, and his eyes were still immature.

The man lay on the bench, curled up his legs, and looked at the Qiankun mirror in his hand while tasting the pear in his hand.

Occasionally, a smirk is revealed.

Feng Zhuo's eldest son, Feng Dan, is completely a teenager immersed in online dating.

It's just that this kid has stopped listening to him since he was twelve years old, and he can't control it now.

Feng Zhuo often thinks that it is really ironic that he, as the manager of the entire country's army, can't even control his own son in the end.

He doesn't have the heart to care about this adult's private life now, because the news in the Qiankun mirror is completely a bolt from the blue for him.

"What?!"

He was shocked, and he couldn't believe the fact that Beisha had hit Chen Zhou.

"Jian Kuobei's garbage."

Feng Zhuo stood up and handed the Qiankun Mirror to the young man next to him.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Dan took it, lowered his head and slowly read the information inside-

"At about one o'clock in the morning last night, the Fubao mine in the south has been occupied by the Beisha army, the number of enemies is unknown, today I led the Chen Zhou army, trying to recapture the mine, the pioneer 1,000 people died in the mountains, so far there is no news, the preliminary estimate of the number of the other party should be more than 20,000. Now that the battle situation is unclear, his subordinates dare not make a presumptuous claim, whether to attack with Chen Zhou's troops, or stay in Chen Zhou, wait for rescue, and ask the general to decide-Chen Zhou is too defended, and Jian Kuobei is grateful. What the?! Such a big thing?! ”

Feng Dan also showed the same shocked expression.

His first reaction was, if the Northern Desert Army appeared in the southernmost point, what would happen to the rest of the world?

"For the time being, we have not received any information from other regions about Beisha." Feng Zhuo looked at him and guessed seven or eight points of the other party's thoughts, "I guess the other party went all the way down from the western desert to the southern end of Kedong Town. ”

I don't know why, hearing such news, Feng Zhuo laughed instead of being angry, "It's really bold, it's very similar to the style of the red wolf." ”

"Jian Kuobei is also known for his prudence. These two people moved and stood still, one like a red flame and the other like ice under the water, but they were just two opposites. Feng Dan laughed as well.

Feng Zhuo nodded, "That's why this old guy Jian Kuobei kicked the ball back to me." In this way, there is no need to bear too much responsibility for the disadvantage of the division or the delay of the fighter. ”

"What does my father think?" Feng Dan's dark eyes stared at him tightly.