Long Yuandong nodded and said, "Of course this may also exist." But I don't believe that the Five Elements Sect has such an atmospheric commander who can use 10,000 people as a suspicious soldier. After all, 10,000 people is not a small number, aren't they afraid that I will chisel through these 10,000 people and go east?"

Speaking of this, he raised his voice and said, "When the interruption continues, it will be chaotic! I have made up my mind, please listen to the order!"

He Dali, Dugu Wenyi, Han Yiliang and other generals stood solemnly, and Long Yuandong said loudly: "From now on, the troops will rest for half an hour, recuperate enough strength, and then quickly march lightly, go west along the Broken Dragon Gorge, march rapidly, and guerrilla in the vast depression north of Shahu, south of Broken Dragon Gorge, and east of Luosha River, looking for the enemy's nest, and smashing it in one fell swoop!"

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In the lower reaches of the Broken Dragon Gorge, the strange peaks are abrupt, the turbulence is agitated, and the wood and stone compete for the show.

In a pavilion on a mountain peak on the south bank of the river gorge, the two were playing a game.

One of them was a black-faced man, with thick eyebrows and thick lips, with a calm appearance, holding a black chess piece between his two fingers, and he was at a loss and refused to make a move.

And the person sitting opposite him who used Baizi was none other than Han Gongting, the master of the Houtu Altar of the Five Elements Sect and the acting sect master.

Han Gongting's face was kind, and he was not in a hurry to urge, calmly picked up a cup of strong tea and tasted it carefully.

The black-faced man suddenly put the chess pieces back into the chess box and said, "I lost!"

Han Gongting smiled and said, "Brother Yulou, don't let me!"

This black-faced man, named Zhong Yulou, has been a potter for generations, and has inherited the family craftsmanship well, and is good at carving fetal clay and sintering porcelain.

He awakened his martial soul at the age of seven, and he was found by the previous altar master of the fire altar, and he was deliberately cultivated, and thirteen years ago, he became the new master of the fire altar.

"Gongting said that he laughed! The way of chess, the foolish brother can only do it reluctantly, far from your opponent. Zhong Yulou likes to focus, he has the battle situation in Qingyang County in mind, he can't play chess with his heart, and he has lost two games in a row, his breath is impetuous, he pushed open the chess box, changed the topic, and said: "I don't know how the Lord of the Xiangmu Altar Shen Tan is doing now?"

Han Gongting put down the teacup and said with relief: "Yulou rest assured, the three divisions of the Vine Armor Army, the Grass Mountain Army, and the Flower Poison Army brought by Shen Moxuan are enough for 12,000 people, and it may not be enough to destroy the enemy, and self-protection is absolutely safe." Not to mention that the Long He army is more likely to go down the Broken Dragon Gorge, even if they don't follow common sense, a surprise attack or a forced break into the Dragon Valley, they will definitely pay a considerable price. Even if they do finally cross the Thang Long Valley and go eastward and successfully join up with the border guards at Namjin Pass, it is unlikely that they will pose a threat to us in a short time. Our victory on the Huzhou battlefield is already doomed. ”

"I hope so!" Zhong Yulou said: "They brutally slaughtered more than 1,000 people of the Xiangmu Altar Caoshan Army, this big revenge, whatever they say, they will be avenged!"

Han Gongting smiled faintly, with a confident glow in his eyes.

Zhong Yulou was about to ask a question, and suddenly the breath in the pavilion was cold, and a slightly hoarse voice came from the path shaded by trees under the mountain pavilion: "You guys are hiding quietly, do you know that my brother and I set up an ambush in Sleepy Dragon Bay, and I was so busy that I didn't drink a sip of tea?"

"The Lord of the Snow-Covered Mountain Altar is here!"

Han Gongting got up to greet the black-clothed and white-haired old man who jumped into the pavilion, and said happily: "It seems that your Sleepy Dragon Bay Great Array is ready, just waiting for the enemy army to drill in." Now I can sit back and relax and get a good night's sleep!"

"Aren't you worried that the Longhe Army won't come?" The Wushui Altar Altar Master Xue Manshan lightly led his fingers, and a stream of transparent water arrows shot out of the teapot, rushing into the Xueman Mountain Pass with unmistakable accuracy.

Zhong Yulou praised: "Wonderful! The Snow Altar Master's kung fu is becoming more and more refined!"

"Well, good tea!"

Xue Manshan smacked his lips with satisfaction and said, "Gongting, I've been busy for so long, you can't let me be busy in vain." In case the Long He army doesn't come, you have to give me an explanation. ”

"Foolish brother is a scholar, with two sleeves and a clean breeze, and no long things, what can I explain to you?" Han Gongting habitually picked up two pure white chess pieces from the chess box, his five fingers trembled, and the chess pieces were like spirituality, jumping and rolling between his fingers, swift and fast, he looked at the chess pieces and said: "Otherwise, if Long Hejun doesn't come, I can take anything except for my wife and children." ”

Xue Manshan smiled and asked, "Also this black and white jade chess piece and this black iron magnetic chessboard?"

"Hehe, it is said that the Lord of the Snow Altar is pragmatic, and now I finally know what it means to be pragmatic. You know that I love to play chess all my life, even the martial soul is a white jade chess piece, a few years ago, I traveled thousands of miles, and finally found this pair of Go, carry it with me every day, cherish it like life, you want to make a bet, but come to take my love. ”

Han Gongting closed his five fingers, stopped the white jade chess pieces in his hand, threw them into the chess box, closed the chess lid, and said: "But gambling is character, since I said this, I naturally have to count." Go will be deposited with you today, if Long Hejun doesn't come, you don't have to pay me back!"

"So sure?" Xue Manshan smiled slightly, waved his hand, did not take the chess box, and said: "This chess is a treasure to you, but it is a useless thing to me, don't do it." Since you are sure, I will believe you once. However, the Longhe army is not idle, although we have 100,000 people and occupy the geographical advantage, but without the two of you, we still have no certainty of total annihilation. I came up to ask you to raid the formation. ”

"If you don't say it, we have to go down too. Han Gongting took out a small note from his sleeve and said, "To be honest, after I received this note in the middle of the night last night, I expected that the Longhe Army must have fallen for my suspicious plan. According to my calculations, the Long He Army will arrive at the Broken Dragon Gorge Waterfall as early as this evening. ”

Xue Manshan took the note, which read "North Five Miles" and a few flyy boys.

This paper is as thin as cicada wings, soft and durable, and does not melt when exposed to water, but it is a local mountain people a hundred years ago, with the turbid liquid left by washing and boiling mulberry silk, mixed with sand field straw, green sandalwood slag, splashed and dried on the bamboo mat, and obtained by chance. Later, this process was improved several times, and the finished paper was more stable and excellent, used for writing, and the ink was evenly and quickly dispersed, and the ink never accumulated, so it was named cicada wing paper.

It's a pity that this craft is not widely spread, and only the local mountain people in Qingyang County know how to do it. Cicada wing paper is produced very little every year, and when you look at the snow-covered mountains, you can guess who the person who sent the letter is.

Zhong Yulou also looked at the words on the note, and asked without knowing why: "With these three words alone, how can we see that the Longhe army has fallen into our suspicious tactics? Could it be that these three words have any special meaning?"

Han Gongting shook his head and said, "There is no special meaning. The messenger to me was a mountain man who lived near the Thang Long Valley called 'Binh Duong Pigeon'. He is good at raising carrier pigeons, and half a year ago his family suffered a catastrophe, and his parents, wife and children were abused and killed by local corrupt officials. At that time, Xue Lao and I happened to pass by in order to explore the terrain and saved his life.

In order to avenge his family, he wanted to join us, I had something important to do, and I didn't agree because I thought he was not a soul master. But he couldn't resist his sincerity, so he agreed to receive him a few carrier pigeons, and from then on there were frequent correspondence. Who knew that the unintentional act of the day helped us a lot today. If he hadn't taken the initiative to send this message with carrier pigeons, Long Yuandong might not have fallen into our plan. ”