Just tonight, except for Su Li's Yufeng Camp, countless troops in the Ghost Crossing Plains were attacked by the army of the Desolate Tribe.

Overnight, the Empire entered the Oni Crossing Plains, suffering heavy casualties.

The two princes sitting in the northwest issued several military orders together tonight, and the entire northwest frontier army began to spread their fangs.

One army after another began to enter the Ghost Crossing Plain, 20,000 desert north horsemen, and 5,000 blood horsemen stepped into this dangerous wasteland tonight with the military orders of the two marquis.

At night, in the city of Wuyu, in a simple and atmospheric hall, a young man stood in front of a sand table.

The sand table is very large, occupying almost two-thirds of the entire room, looking down, this is the military map of the Ghost Crossing Plains and all the military maps after the Ghost Crossing Plain, one of which is only marked with the number of the troops interspersed on it, the degree of detail is outrageous.

In the middle of the hall, an old man sat on it, his eyes closed, and only the young man, with a large sand table at the feet of the smiling spectator.

At this moment, a military advisor in the army handed over a military order that had just been written to the young man, he opened it and glanced at it, and after a little thought, he adjusted the position of each unit number on the sand table accordingly.

Several heralds standing on the side immediately recorded the young man's movement, and then immediately converted it into the corresponding military order, and immediately handed it over to the herald waiting at the door, and then passed it on through different means.

The old man sitting high in the hall didn't seem to have the slightest reaction, just let this young man manipulate the sand table on the northwest battlefield at will.

The young man seemed to be very happy with such a task, without the slightest tiredness, and gradually revised the military orders, and then through the palm of his hand, he laid out the flags, and a new pattern was distributed on the sand table.

No one questioned the young men's movements, they just mechanically passed on different messages and then passed on the military orders here.

There are only two such sand tables in the entire Mobei County, one of which has been carried with the army, which is the special sand table of the Wushuang Marquis, and the other is the sand table of the Wushuang Marquis's mansion.

There are less than ten people in the entire Mobei who can use this sand table, and all of them who can stand in front of this sand table are all well-known big people in the northwest.

Now there is a Northwest Zhengsanpin general Qian Million standing aside, watching the swing of the youth.

Noticing a young man's move, a helpless smile crossed Qian Million's smiling face, and said lightly: "Take off, you are going to set up all of your Uncle Qian's Wind Camp!"

The young man looked like a few random military orders, but he forced all the teams of the Wind Camp to a dead end, in such a large-scale war, naturally no one would really care about such a small detail, but Qian Million knew that the Wind Camp now has a special character.

The young man smiled shyly and said softly: "Uncle Qian, don't be angry, I have prepared a big fish for you Baxiangjun, don't find fault with the little nephew for this little problem." ”

Qian Million looked at the old man sitting in the first seat, knowing that it was also something that the old man agreed with, so he didn't say anything more.

The young man looked at the sand table under his feet and smiled, "Su Li, it's a very unexpected name, I didn't expect that tonight's raid didn't die, a cultivator of the top grade of the Three Realms, not only survived in such a war, but also killed so many desolate people, it's really surprising, if you can survive this time, I will wait for you in Wufu City!"

There was a glint in the young man's eyes, and it was obvious that he had taken action personally against Su Li.

The old marquis who suppressed the northwest opened his eyes, unlike Shang Ying and Luo Tianshen, even where the old man sits, he has an indescribable sense of oppression, his eyes are open, there is no trace of turbidity, only a sense of wisdom that has reached the extreme.

"There's no need to put so much thought into such a little person, you have to do more than that, millions, where are those two people now?" the old man's majestic voice sounded in the hall.

Qian Million respectfully lowered his head, and then responded: "At this moment, we have reached the border of the Ghost Crossing Plain, in the past it was the Cold Mountain, and our people have all withdrawn back." ”

The old man shook his head, and said in a flat tone: "Rong Jinse will not enter the Cold Mountain, our people have withdrawn, she will only choose to re-enter the Ghost Crossing Plain, let Rong Zhen's 30,000 foot soldiers force again, I want them to stay here for half a year, and the two great cultivators will slaughter in the Ghost Crossing Plain, which can make our high-level easier, since the desolate people have become so fierce, we always have to do something." ”

Qian Million trembled, behind the bland words in the old man's mouth, but there was a thick blood, 30,000 foot soldiers re-entered the ghost crossing plain, I don't know how many people are important, looking at the sand table below, in a trance, he seemed to feel a strong bloody breath

On a battlefield in the Onito Plain, there is a dazzling scene here.

The morning sun rose, and a ray of light shone on the earth like blood, and that touch of blood fell on the earth, and the red was incomparably bright.

If you look closely, you will find that this is not the color of the glow, but the color of the earth, which was originally pitch black, has now become extremely blood-red, and the earth seems to have been washed by blood-colored dye, which looks shocking.

In this vast blood-red land, there are blades and armor scattered everywhere, and the style of the armor is somewhat different, which can be seen from two places.

The endless array of weapons, dense and chilling, covered with snow-white bones under these tough armors, and a flock of huge scavenging birds in the sky, falling from the sky, devouring the flesh and blood of these corpses.

The large amount of bloody qi attracted many bloodthirsty demon beasts in the Onidu Plains, and they carefully and vigilantly devoured the flesh and blood in front of their eyes.

Last night, a thrilling battle also broke out here, leaving behind the corpses of desolate people, tribal soldiers, and Great Qin soldiers, and the corpses were all over the wasteland.

Outside of this blood-soaked battlefield, dozens of desolate people surrounded a Great Qin soldier in it.

Although it was only a few dozen desolate people, the dense stars on their bodies were numb.

Among the dozens of desolate people in front of him, the lowest cultivation is a four-star desolate man, among which there are three six-star desolate people, such a powerful team, even in the face of thousands of ordinary soldiers, can leave safely, but at this moment, these desolate people all have more or less sword marks on their bodies, and the aura of these sword marks is the same, obviously from the same person's hand.

The Great Qin soldier who was surrounded by them, without any fear and helplessness on his face, was still calm and calm, although his body was covered with scars, his eyes were still extremely bright.

"I really didn't expect that the Hanshan Ghost Clan would actually join forces with the desolate people, what an accident!" The Great Qin soldier looked at the figure in a black robe next to the desolate man in front of him, shrouding himself under the black robe.

The black figure stared at the Great Qin soldier in front of him, and then said lightly: "This is your Great Qin persecuting us, if it weren't for Great Qin's insistence, we wouldn't be able to go out of the mountain, after all, we still understand the truth of cold lips and teeth, what do you say?"

Daqin's soldiers fell silent, last night's battle, the desolate people killed at least more than a thousand people, such a number is very huge for the already scarce desolate people, this is just a battlefield, he can imagine, last night in the ghost crossing plain I don't know how many places broke out of such a scale of battles, a regiment of 3,000 people under his command, all died last night, and a battalion that came to support was also dead, but the tribal army also paid a price of more than 2,000, so many corpses will create this scene today.

The Great Qin soldiers took a deep breath, stood up with difficulty, and then looked at the land behind them, and said, "It's okay, there are no soldiers in Great Qin who surrendered, come on!"

A cold light flashed, and the sword qi of the ghost clan was full of gloom, easily devouring the soldier's head, looking at the flowing blood, the man in the black robe, and said in a low voice: "It's not that there is nothing, it's just that you don't know it." ”