In the next month, for those who pay attention to this war, it is definitely the most exciting period of time, outside the Yanmen Pass, Zhuo Ao and Wen Zhong have their own means, conspiracy, conspiracy, all the means that history has, do not have, all the means, for military enthusiasts, this is definitely an epic battle that is enough to leave a strong mark in history.

Now Zhuo Ao and Wen Zhong are commanding the army, just like two peerless masters facing each other.

It stands to reason that Wen Zhong has an army of 900,000, while Zhuo Ao only has 300,000, and the gap between the three times the strength is still deadlocked, at least in terms of commander, Wen Zhong is definitely inferior to Zhuo Ao.

However, marching and fighting, especially this kind of battle with hundreds of thousands or millions of scales, the strength of troops does not explain the problem, although the number of troops in the era of cold weapons, is a very important factor, but in a stalemate of the battle, the side with more troops is not necessarily the winning side, in history, the example of defeating the strong with the weak is not uncommon.

If these two armies are compared to two masters, the number of troops is equivalent to the true qi in the master's body, but the factor that determines the duel between the two masters is not only the amount of true qi, no matter how much true qi there is, it is impossible to output it at one time, and Zhuo Ao skillfully occupies the geographical advantage first, and also controls the opponent's output in disguise, no matter how many soldiers and horses he has, on the battlefield selected by Zhuo Ao, Wen Zhong's strength that can be put into the battlefield at one time is fixed, and he successfully avoided the weakness of his own insufficient troops.

In the case of similar output, the test is the means of both sides, luring the enemy deep, relying on defensive offensives to consume the opponent's troops, and Wen Zhong, as the leading commander-type figure in the Fengshen period, is naturally impossible to show weakness, every time he leads the snake out of the hole, or exhausts the enemy with the skill of exhausting soldiers. It's easier to continue the attack the next day.

Zhuo Ao naturally will not be the one who is willing to suffer, he has pierced thousands of scarecrows, and if the enemy uses the technique of tired soldiers, he will erect these scarecrows, and then beat gongs and drums in the camp to scare the enemy soldiers back. Every day, at least half of the people slept with earmuffs on, and the others slept with armor on, in case the enemy saw through their plans, turned fiction into reality, and directly launched a siege.

After the other party was born, he sent cavalry, did not beat gongs and drums, and fired a rocket around the opponent's camp, regardless of the effect. Go straight back to camp.

Wen Zhong will make a plan, let people make the camp on fire, and bring in a team of Shenwu cavalry to eat it, but then after the next day, the Shenwu cavalry will definitely not care whether the opponent's camp is really on fire. If Wen Zhong dared to send someone to chase after him, he would definitely encounter an ambush on the road.

A month of time. Although there were no large-scale battles, the small-scale battles never stopped, and with such high-intensity battles, any marshal in the world, even if he was beaten with iron, would be exhausted.

Zhuo Ao's body is naturally not iron-beaten, but he is not tired. On the contrary, the more he played, the more excited he became, this was the first time in his life that he had a feeling of meeting an opponent in chess, the kind of fierce battle that constantly attacked and defended, not only did not make him feel tired, but the more he played, the more excited he became. And he is the master of the Shenwu Empire, and he can't be tired, because this battle is related to the rise and fall of the Shenwu Empire.

Wen Zhong is not tired, he has been idle in the Heavenly Court for thousands of years, and he needs a victory of sufficient weight to spread his prestige throughout the Three Realms again, so he is not tired, and he cannot be tired.

Both of them have enough reasons and motivation to maintain their enthusiasm and keep themselves from getting tired, but the others are different, even Levi and Huo De Tianjun feel a trace of fatigue in such a battle, not physically, but from mental exhaustion, belligerent like Shichiro, also has the same feeling.

Although the scale of the daily battles is not large, they all know the strength of their opponents, and the psychological pressure is the root cause of their tiredness.

However, compared with Yanmen Pass, Goryeo's side, after the hearty victory two months ago, ushered in endless sadness and gloom.

Goryeo City, Seoul.

This city does not have the prosperity and majesty of Luoyang, nor the ancient charm of Chang'an, but it is the most sacred place in the hearts of all Goryeo people, and now, it is also the last city in Goryeo.

On the tower of Seoul, Huang Tianxiang, who is regarded by the Goryeo people as the god of war in Goryeo, at this moment, he can't see the high-spirited and tall back that the god of war should have, but at this moment it looks so bleak, which makes people feel a sense of heroic end for no reason.

Behind him, there are 3,000 silent Goryeo soldiers, and it is also the only remaining combat power in this city, although they have experienced more than a dozen defeats, but their eyes looking at the back are still burning, it is a kind of religious believers who see their belief in the gods of the general gaze, even if this 'god' has experienced more than a dozen defeats in just two months, taking Goryeo from glory to the end, but they still unswervingly believe in him, believing that he can lead them to create glory again.

In Seoul, there are still 60,000 people, this is the last people of Goryeo, but their eyes are not as firm as those warriors, in their eyes, in addition to the confusion of tomorrow, the rest is only a faint despair.

Ordinary people, naturally, do not have the same lofty ambitions and ideals as those big people, all they want is a stable living environment, they can not be rich, but at least they can have hope of survival, but this little wish, no one in the upper echelons will pay attention.

Why war? Why provoke the mighty Shenwu Empire? They don't know how great the man who is called the god of war is, how glorious his past is, they only know that it is he who has led this country to a dead end, and it is he who has destroyed their pitiful little hope and made them see tomorrow.

Huang Tianxiang is also very tired, he has no reason not to be tired, as a proud person, as a person with enough ability to match his arrogance, in the face of failure, he, like many arrogant people, can not accept the frustration of failure.

His tiredness is different from Shichiro and Levi, but a kind of tiredness derived from powerlessness, capable and arrogant people, often fall into a sense of heroism, he thinks that he has brought hope to the nation, but in the end, in addition to the short-term glory, only endless despair remains, everything comes from one person, a mortal.

Thousands of years ago, although he was a god because of the destruction of his body, he was only a god, but at that time, he was already the top powerhouse in the world, and he could even kill the moral man with the body of a mortal, which is the existence of the so-called immortals today.

However, today, he came down as an immortal and regained his body, which should have swept the world with an invincible attitude, but the reality ruthlessly destroyed the arrogance in his heart again and again.

"Marshal, the enemy is coming." A voice with fear sounded in his ears.

Huang Tianxiang is not blind, on the contrary, his eyesight is quite good, even if he does not rely on the Yuan Shen, he can clearly see a leaf ten miles away, and the army that is like a black torrent with the power that seems to crush the heavens and the earth, he can naturally see it.

Seoul is not small, at least if the gate is opened, it will definitely accommodate this army of less than 50,000 people, but at this moment, in front of this black torrent-like army, it is like a lonely boat sailing on the rough sea in a storm, and the dull momentum makes people feel like they are against heaven and earth.

For an immortal who descended to the earth, this is undoubtedly a very ridiculous metaphor, making people feel like they are fighting against the heavens, it should be him as an immortal, but at this moment, he can't laugh, because his enemy, an army composed of a group of mortals, makes him feel like this.

On the huge handsome flag, the word Shenwu with teeth and claws looks very dazzling at this moment.

The hand holding Fang Tian's halberd turned white because of excessive force, and the cold metallic texture coming from the halberd shaft made him try to restrain his emotions and prevent his anger from overwhelming his mind again, because at this moment, he was the commander, the last hope of this city, this country, he had to be calm, not as impulsive as a general.

In the past two months, I have paid too much for my impulsiveness.

"Prepare for war!" With a wave of his hand, his voice was still loud and powerful, but in this lonely city, there was an unspeakable powerlessness and depression, but his waist was still straight, and he couldn't let himself show the slightest timidity.

Boom~

Three thousand soldiers, with his voice, the fear on their faces dissipated a lot, replaced by a touch of fanaticism, staring fiercely at the damned invaders outside the city, as if they had turned into fierce hungry wolves in an instant.

Xu Da glanced up in the direction of Seoul, it seemed that his plan to destroy the enemy's morale with momentum could not be continued, with a wave of his hand, the 50,000 army stopped neatly, although if he attacked it with such a bang, he would definitely be able to capture this city, but the opponent's morale had reached its peak at the moment, and he rushed up at this moment, even if he captured this city, there would be many more casualties, so he didn't choose to attack, it couldn't last long, the nerves of those soldiers had reached the limit, and such morale could not be maintained forever.

"Shiro." Xu Da turned his head and looked at Yang Shilang for a moment.

"Yes." Yang Shilang nodded, rode out, ignoring the Goryeo soldiers in the city who looked at him with hatred, and went straight to the city, his eyes fell on Huang Tianxiang's body, the burly figure was not difficult to identify.

"General Huang, my marshal wants to ask you to go out of the city for a while." Shiro said loudly.

"Marshal, no, if you go here, you will inevitably fall for the tricks of the Han thieves again!" A Goryeo veteran hurriedly said.

The corners of Huang Tianxiang's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, as if the plan had become a routine, which made him very annoyed, but he had nowhere to vent, just shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I go out of the city alone, you can close the city gate, if they really take the opportunity to attack the city and try their best to defend the city, they can't help me!" (To be continued.) )