After half a month, Mo Xuan led an army of 180,000 to finally reach the Mud Plough Ghost Prison, and arranged all the follow-up matters, Mo Xuan urgently convened a military meeting, and as soon as the meeting began, Mo Xuan proposed a strategy of launching a full-scale attack on the Ghost Wheel Hell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord, there is still half a month to go until the end of the year, why did you suddenly bring up the matter of attacking at this time?" Ma Yuan came from the station, and the fox asked.

Mo Xuan's face was solemn, and he glanced at the generals who showed puzzled expressions in the lower hall, and said slowly: "There are three reasons for this, first, the year is approaching, Xue Morui will inevitably be busy with the end of the year, and relax his vigilance, so as to give our army a chance, taking advantage of the other party's defenselessness, to hit him Xue Morui by surprise." ”

"Second, time is pressing, Bao Qing's army has already paid a return visit, according to our guess, Bao Qing will send troops to our army after the year, but this is just our speculation, who can be sure that Bao Qing will suddenly go crazy, is celebrating the New Year, to launch an attack on our army, in addition, if Bao Qing's 500,000 troops send our army territory after the year, and our side has not captured the ghost wheel hell, I am afraid that it will fall into a two-front war situation. ”

"The two fronts are fighting, and our army's foundation is too thin to confront the two princes at the same time, so it is inevitable to take down the entire ghost wheel hell before the New Year, and then recuperate and prepare to fight with Bao Qing. ”

"In the end, the 150,000 Yin Si army was absorbed by our army, and there are many new recruits, but there are many hidden dangers, so the only way to run in and abandon the interval with the blood of war can form a strong army division as quickly as possible. ”

Mo Xuan's words made the generals nod suddenly, and then everyone's faces swelled with arrogance and enthusiasm, and their eyes looked at Mo Xuan with fierce intent, waiting for his order.

Although the first three reasons do exist, there is another secret in Mo Xuan's heart that cannot be told: it is the system task that makes Mo Xuan worry all the time.

That's right, just three days ago, Mo Xuan, who was marching towards Rock City, suddenly received a task from the system, although the first task issued by the system was not too cold-blooded, but it also made Mo Xuan's heart tremble.

System Task: The host completes the Unified Ghost Wheel Hell, the task time: one month, the mission is successful, the host obtains a double hundred general, rewards 50 redemption points, 50 kill points, the mission fails, the prestige is reduced by half, and a rebellion is immediately launched in the territory.

The reward is very attractive, not only has a reward of 50 points each for killing and redemption, but also a general with a double hundred attributes, a general with a double hundred attributes so far, but Mo Xuan's camp has not yet appeared, after all, if you want a double hundred generals, Mo Xuan's charm value must exceed the number of hundreds, and at the same time, there must be a hundred redemption points or killing points, but the improvement of charm takes time to accumulate, and the unit of accumulation is measured in years.

Although the reward is tempting, the punishment for failing the mission is not small.

The prestige was reduced by half, Mo Xuan was not too worried, but launching a rebellion in the territory made Mo Xuan's heartstrings tighten, after the black killing army incident, Mo Xuan was already frightened by the four words of the accident in the rear, and if there was really a rebellion in the territory at that time, coupled with Bao Qing's attack, Xue Morui's resistance, the situation of the Emperor Tibetan Army would be even more difficult, so Mo Xuan was so eager to capture the ghost wheel hell.

With thoughts flying in his head, Mo Xuan got up and ordered: "Ziyun listens to the order!"

Chen Qingzhi's weak face swelled with generous fighting intent, and he stood up and shouted: "Ziyun is here!"

"From now on, Feng Ziyun will be the commander of the white-robed army, commanding the 180,000 white-robed army, marching from the oil pot ghost prison to attack the mud plow ghost prison and the ghost prison, and will capture the entire mud plow ghost prison before the year!"

Ziyun received the order, the lord can rest assured, Ziyun will definitely complete the task with Xiang Shang's head guarantee. Chen Qingzhi received the order with a loud voice.

"Okay!" Mo Xuan shouted happily, and then ordered again: "Meng Qi, set sail, break bones, listen to orders!"

"In"

"In"

"In"

Ma Chao, Guo Qihang, and the vulture bones stood up and waited for them.

"Let the three of you come under Ziyun's command and assist Ziyun in capturing the Mud Plough Ghost Prison!"

"Yes~~" "Yes~~" "Yes~~"

The three of them had fierce fighting intent in their eyes, their blood boiling, and they took their orders impressively.

Mo Xuan walked down from the high bank, waved his hand, and shouted arrogantly: "The rest of the soldiers will follow me and launch a full-scale attack on Xue Morui's princes' prison, so that Xue Morui will not even have a stable year, haha~~" The words fell, Mo Xuan laughed loudly, and there was a sense of pride in his laughter.

Excited by Mo Xuan's words, the blood of the generals in the military tent swelled, and as Mo Xuan laughed loudly, the laughter shook the heavens and the earth, impacting the Quartet.

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In the afternoon of the same day, the Emperor-Tibetan Army, which had been quiet for a month, was suddenly in full swing, and the officers and men at all levels hurriedly left, looking nervous, and a pre-war military atmosphere rushed to the sky in the Emperor-Tibet Army.

The movements of the emperor's Tibetan army spread from all over the place.

Soul City, Imperial Hall.

"Smack~"

Xue Morui slapped a military report on the shore, his face was gloomy, and he said slowly: "There is news from Xizuo, Mo Xuan has returned from calling the Great Hell, and at the same time brought 180,000 troops, just the day before yesterday, the Emperor Tibetan Army suddenly dispatched troops, and the troops were divided into two ways, waving troops to the land of my ghost prison, and the two armies each have as many as 180,000 troops, everyone, what do you think about this matter?"

"What? 180,000? Isn't it 360,000 when did the Emperor-Tibetan army increase its strength so much?"

"360,000? Our army is now only 100,000 when it is full, how can we resist?"

"Oh no, that's good!"

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As soon as Xue Morui's words fell, the civil and military officials who came down to the hall exclaimed one after another, and the panic in his words was even more obvious.

"Shut up!" Xue Morui looked at the chaotic scene in the hall, his heart was irritable, and he slapped the desk and shouted: "This king is asking you to find a way, not to add to the blockage of this king, whoever talks nonsense again, will be dragged out and beheaded!"

Xue Morui's anger made the civil and military officers in the lower hall silent, lowered their heads, and did not dare to speak again.

"Who can tell this king how this king is doing now?" Xue Morui asked with a frown, tapping his finger on the desk.

However, Xue Morui waited for a while, but no one dared to stand up and propose, and the entire court fell into an eerie silence.

"What's the matter? Usually, when the two factions and three factions are vying for power, don't they talk a lot? Why are they all mute one by one now?" Xue Morui looked at the scene in the hall, his face was even darker, and his eyes were full of anger, obviously on the verge of anger.

"Turn the king, Weichen has some ideas, I don't know whether to talk about it or not!" At this moment, among the civil officials, a slightly young voice slowly came out.