The Western Boundary, the Five Elements Domain, the Aoki Tribe, and the Moluo City.

Spring is coming to an end, and summer is yet to come. The flowers are tired, the trees are sparse, and the smoke is dim. A region where the aura of heaven and earth continues to be lost strangely, the four seasons are chaotic, and everything seems abnormal.

In the afternoon, the sun shrouded in clouds was extremely faint.

The Aoki tribe's North Wind General came out of the command tent with a look of anger on his face and went straight to the back rooms.

As he walked out of the tent, the north wind suddenly twitched violently in the general's heart.

There's alcohol in the backrooms, and a teenager is drinking. Wine tasting, to be precise. As soon as the cup touched its lips, it left instantly, and when it clicked its mouth, it seemed to have an endless aftertaste.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a navy blue shirt, half of his long hair was coiled on the top of his head, tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and half hung down on the back of his head and between his temples, looking a little scattered, and his body exuded a faint fragrance like blue musk. The figure is slender, the facial features are exquisite, the expression is leisurely and elegant but a little lazy, and he has a free and uninhibited demeanor.

The boy's name is the other side, the son of the great general Beifeng.

The other side has just completed a painting, which is the sixth battle situation map of the two armies of the Platinum Tribe and the Aoki Tribe Seven days into the battle, he watched the entire battle between the attacking and defending sides from the walls of Moluo City, and then painted them into the painting.

On the painting, the situation of the two sides around the siege and defense of the city is extremely clear, but in the rear of the besieging side, it is scribbled in gray, and then countless question marks are drawn.

"Father, you have already given the order to go out of the city to fight?" Seeing the north wind coming in, the other side looked away from the painting, put down the wine glass, got up suddenly, and greeted him. He already knew that in the command tent, the generals must have had a heated discussion about whether to go out of the city to fight, and his father was likely to compromise. It will not be his generals who force his father to compromise, but the overseer Mu Yang of this battle, the master of the Aoki tribe and the younger brother of Wang Shangmu Dou.

"On the other side, do you know that drinking alcohol before the war violates military discipline?" Beifeng's tone is extremely harsh, he has always been strict in governing the army, rewarding and punishing in moderation, and his requirements for his son are also extremely strict.

The other side smiled "hehe", noncommittal to his father's questioning, and said: "Father, I am not your soldier, I just came out with you to play, and your military discipline does not control me." What's more, I didn't drink alcohol, I just tasted it and tasted it a little bit. ”

"Isn't wine tasting alcohol?"

The other side still smiled "hehe", "It can be counted, it may not be counted." ”

"When did you learn to be so oily." The north wind glared at the other side dissatisfied. Although the tone was stern, his eyes were full of fatherly love. Beifeng is very fond of this son, but at the age of eighteen, he has already been familiar with the art of war, exhausted the essence, and has a strong talent for strategy.

The other side no longer laughed, and Zhengse said, "Father, it seems that you have indeed given the order to go out of the city to fight." ”

Beifeng looked at the painting on the other side and said, "Although I am a great general, I have to be controlled by my master Mu Yang. As an Overseer, Master Mu Yang can even give battle orders on my behalf, what if I don't agree? ”

"Father, this is not the same thing at all, Master Mu Yang issued a battle order on your behalf, if you lose, he will naturally be responsible, if you give a battle order, you will be responsible. The Platinum Tribal army attacked the city six times, although it tried its best to create a full momentum, but which one did it really do its best? When was it not a bluff and then evacuated? In such a siege, there must be a conspiracy, out of the city to fight, the probability of victory is extremely low, in case of defeat, wouldn't my father have to take full responsibility? ”

"I am a general, so I am naturally responsible for the defeat of the army." The north wind said resolutely.

"But it's not your intention to go out of the city to fight." The other side seemed very anxious.

Beifeng sighed and said helplessly: "You don't know, just now in the big tent, General Mu Yi and General Bai Yue strongly persuaded me to take advantage of the enemy's new defeat in the siege of the city and low morale, go out of the city to pursue and fight, and annihilate the enemy outside the city of Moluo in one go. Naturally, I didn't allow it, but Master Mu Yang urged me to leave the city on the grounds that the tribe's surplus food was short and it was difficult to support a long-term battle. ”

"Father, the life and death of the Aoki tribe are tied to the city of Moluo. In the event of a defeat or destruction, the Platinum Army's forces will be directed towards Aoki Castle. Now that the enemy's situation is unknown, how can he rashly go out of the city to fight? As a leading general, my father has the right to make combat decisions, so how can he be subject to his subordinates and overseers? The other side seems to be extremely puzzled by his father's reckless decision.

The incomprehension of the other side has his own reason, the North Wind General is a legendary general of the five major tribes, and there is only one person with the same name, that is, the Platinum Tribe Wolf Tooth General who led the army to attack Moluo City this time, and the two generals have led the troops to fight for nearly 20 years and have never been defeated.

This time, the two legendary generals met for the first time on the battlefield and faced each other face-to-face. If there is a war, there will be victory and defeat, and the losing side will end the career of the legendary general because of this war.

In the eyes of the other side, as the father of the legendary general, he should never give the order to go out of the city so recklessly.

This is not a father's character.

It is also not in line with the way of leadership.

Beifeng smiled bitterly, "As a general, how can I not know what is at stake? But Master Mu Yang is the younger brother of the king, he represents the king, and his words are the words of the king. On the other side, leading troops to fight is not a simple military operation, there are many things in it, which are beyond the influence of the general, you don't understand it now. Beifeng looked at the painting on the other side, pointed to the gray ink scribbling and those question marks, and said, "You have seen the clues?" ”

"I'm skeptical, but I'm not sure." If there is contemplation on the other side.

"Tell me, what are you suspecting?"

"The platinum army is only bluffing to attack the city, and it must be trying to lure our army out of the city for a decisive battle. The comprehensive combat power of the platinum army is already stronger than ours, and if our army gives up the advantage of the city wall, it is almost impossible to win. "Moreover, I also have a suspicion, the platinum tribe is so desperate to lure my army out of the city, I'm afraid it is not as simple as waiting for an opportunity to fight with me, there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it, but I can't think of a clue for a while what this conspiracy is." ”

"You have a point." Beifeng nodded, "I've always had an ominous premonition in my heart, and I'm deeply worried about it. It's just that with a hunch alone, he can't convince Master Mu Yang. What's more, what he said is not unreasonable, it is now the alternating season of spring and summer, and the tribe's food stock is extremely limited, so it is really difficult to support long-term warfare, so it can only be resolved quickly. ”

"Taking advantage of the city wall to block the enemy outside the city of Moluo and dragging down the enemy army with a protracted battle is an excellent combat strategy, once the army leaves the city, this advantage will be gone, and only a bloody battle remains." After speaking, he sighed.

Beifeng no longer argued with his son, lowered his voice, and said: "On the other side, the battle order has been issued, it cannot be changed, you are not a soldier, in case the city is broken, the people in the city will not escape the fate of being slaughtered, you should find an opportunity to escape, and you should not stay here and die in vain." ”

"Father, as the son of a great general, do you think I will abandon the people of a city and flee by myself?" The tone of the other side is serious but firm. "Father should leave a way back, don't fall out of the city, please leave five thousand soldiers, I will take them to defend the city."

Beifeng looked at the other side, glanced at the painting painted on the other side, thought for a while, and said: "I agree to your request, but you are not a general, you have no right to lead the army, I will leave General Situ, you guard the city with him, you have been familiar with the art of war since childhood, you can help him." ”

The other side nodded, "Please rest assured, father, as long as I am alive, Moluo City will not be broken." ”

Beifeng sighed, stretched out his hand and stroked the hair of the other side, and said: "The other side, I only have one son of you, I can die, you can't, you have to live." ”

A warm current surged through the other side's heart, but this warm current was quickly annihilated by the tide of worry. "Please father judge the situation, if you notice that the situation is not good, you must not fall in love with the war, and you should return to the city immediately."

"It's nature." After Beifeng finished speaking, he turned and left, supervising the various departments to complete the pre-battle preparations.

At Shen Shi, the sun hid behind the smoke clouds, and the sky was hazy, although it was afternoon, it was like dusk. In Moluo City, where the war was approaching, there were scattered pedestrians on the road, and ordinary people all closed their doors early, shrunk in their houses, and whispered about this war that lasted for seven days.

There were bold men who stuck their heads out of the door and watched from afar, not knowing what was going on in their hearts.

The four fields outside the city, the trees, the flowers, and the beasts, were all shrouded in a faint cloud of smoke, and seemed to be dozing off, and they all seemed to be looking at the army that had left the city.

Forty-five thousand troops, swarming out of the city of Moluo, were voiced only by the sound of horses' hooves and soldiers' footsteps stepping across the loess.

General Mu Yi led 10,000 horses on the left, General Bai Yao led 10,000 horses on the right, Beifeng, Mu Yang and the other two generals led more than 20,000 men and horses in the middle, and nearly 50,000 horses rushed towards the platinum army ten miles away like a raging wind and falling leaves.

The other side and General Situ led 5,000 soldiers to stand on the city wall, looking at the distant army, the horses' hooves and footsteps rolled up the loess, mixed with the smoke and clouds, and soon submerged the army.

Stunned, he suddenly felt a heartbeat in his heart, and he felt that in the far ahead, under the heavy smoke clouds, there seemed to be a huge beast hidden, opening its mouth of blood, waiting for the Aoki army to come to the door automatically.

The army is gone, and there is no turning back, and the other side can only pray secretly in his heart, hoping that his and his father's premonition is wrong, and that his father and his army, after a fierce battle, can return safely.

The army went out of the city gates, and the soldiers closed the heavy wooden gates.

Beifeng and his army were separated from the city of Moluo, which had held out for seven days, through a thick gate.