Chapter 90: Confession Before Departure
Emperor Tibetan Army, outside the barracks
Yang Youji and the other three looked at Mo Xuan who was standing in front of them in a daze, and were stunned for a moment by what Mo Xuan suddenly said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"No, lord, this is absolutely not good, the soul city is Xue Morui's princes' city, if the identity of the lord is exposed, I am afraid that I will worry about my life, this is absolutely not good!" After half a ring, Ma Yuan, who had returned to his senses, was the first to stand up and object.
Yang Yuji nodded, and persuaded him: "Lord, what General Ma said is reasonable, but this trip is dangerous, and as soon as the lord leaves, there is no one in the army, who will preside over the big and small affairs.........?"
"Eh~" Mo Xuan raised his hand, interrupted Yang Yuji's words, smiled slightly, and said, "My trip is not to play, but to get down to business!"
"Serious business?" Hearing this, the three of them were slightly stunned and looked at Mo Xuan suspiciously.
"That's right" Mo Xuan nodded, looked in the direction of the soul city, and said quietly: "The development of the Emperor's Tibetan Army has been almost a year, and in this year, we have been running around, fighting in the south and the north, and we have never stopped, and now that Xue Morui's army is disabled, there will be no more enemy troops in a short period of time, and seeing that the New Year is approaching, it is time for the soldiers to rest, of course, during this time, our army also needs to be temporarily stabilized." ”
Several people nodded in agreement, in the past ten months, the battle of the emperor-Tibetan army has never stopped, from the beginning when Mo Xuan was framed again and again during the county order and had no choice but to participate in the war, to when he was in the prison county, he was threatened by Bao Qing to send troops, and then to the siege of the severed head prison, and finally the battle of Liangcheng and Yancheng robbery, the emperor-Tibetan army has been fighting and has never stopped.
No matter how strong the steel rope is, there will be a day when it breaks, so for Mo Xuan to let the soldiers rest and rectify, several people are very much in agreement.
"Hehe~" Mo Xuan smiled indifferently and continued: "And at this time, I also happened to go to various places in the Ghost Wheel Hell to understand the needs of the people, and make preparations in advance for the future development and management of our army. ”
"But my lord, if you want to investigate the people's situation, you can go to the Guillotine Prison, now that the Guillotine Prison has been occupied by our army, there is no danger at all, why go to Soul City, that is Xue Morui's lair, one is careless......... Alas~ You can send a fine saku to go!" Although Ma Yuan knew that what Mo Xuan said was reasonable, he was still not at ease, and tried to persuade him again.
"I said old horse, don't chirp crookedly, there is a great virtue to protect the lord, you can put a hundred hearts, it's okay to keep it!" Li Xuanba patted Ma Yuan's body, and said in an urn voice, this beat almost slapped Ma Yuan to the ground.
Ma Yuan rubbed his red shoulder, grinned in pain, looked at the side and looked up proudly, the proud Li Xuanba was angry, pointed to his nose and roared: "Believe you?
"I ..... I...... That one.... Lord!" was reprimanded by Ma Yuan, and Li Xuanba's face was red, and he couldn't find the words to refute Ma Yuan for a while, so he could only look at Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, don't make any noise, I have made up my mind, Wen Yuan, Youji, and Dade obey the order!"
Ma Yuan was stunned, sighed helplessly, and gave up his hand: "Wen Yuan is here!"
"Yuki is here!"
"Dade is here!"
"Order, when I'm not there, Wen Yuan will temporarily take the position of commander, assisted by Ji, and the two of you will jointly manage the whole army! Dade will follow me to Soul City" Mo Xuan smiled slightly and ordered. Let Ma Yuan temporarily act as the coach, Mo Xuan also considered carefully.
Ma Yuanren is middle-aged, his mind and personality have calmed down, and he has been fighting on the march for many years, and he has rich experience in managing the army, so he is the most suitable candidate.
Ma Yuan and Yang Youji glanced at each other, sighed and took the order, only Li Xuanba happily received the order, after all, he was young, and he was able to go out with the lord to play, of course he was excited.
"You two!" Mo Xuan looked at their crying faces, he was helpless for a while, and scolded with a smile: "Everyone is looking forward to sitting in the position of coach, you two are good, what kind of expression do you have?"
"I said, my lord, what is the difference between you and making a will now? Soul City is ........ Alas~" Ma Yuan said with a bitter face and a sigh.
Mo Xuan's face suddenly straightened, and he said seriously: "Okay, I have great virtue to protect me, you can rest assured, you can remember what I said next!"
Yang Youji and Ma Yuan were stunned, their faces were constricted, and they approached Mo Xuan's side and listened carefully.
"Yuki, you secretly send 10,000 soldiers to the Oil Pot Ghost Prison to assist Xiongxin in capturing the entire Oil Pot Ghost Prison in the fastest possible time, and then appease the people. ”
"Yes, lord!" Yang Yuji showed excitement on his face, and the battle intent in his eyes was fierce, and he was shocked to receive his life!
"Wen Yuan, there are nearly sixty or seventy thousand soldiers captured by our army, these are all new forces, you send some eloquent people to recruit and surrender, remember, Enwei and Shi! In addition, although the Guillotine Prison is occupied by our army, the civilian officials belonging to Xue Morui have all fled, and the entire management has fallen into an empty period, you recruit some talented people from the people to manage it temporarily, and when Xuancheng's side is calmed down, it will be handed over to him to manage!"
"Wen Yuan takes the order!" Ma Yuan's face was solemn, and he gave up his hand, and it was still a trivial matter to surrender, but the management of the Guillotine Prison was very important, and now the source of food and grass for the entire Emperor and Tibetan Army was the Guillotine Prison, and if something happened in the rear, the Emperor and Tibet Army would collapse.
"Hmm!" Mo Xuan nodded and continued: "Also, the news of the defeat of Xue Morui's 200,000 army should have spread throughout the entire Ghost Wheel Hell, and everywhere must have fallen into a state of panic, how can this opportunity be missed? Wen Yuan, send thousands of soldiers to Yufeng City and Xuanfeng City, there is no need to attack, just tell them that if they don't surrender, our army will come in the same day, and they will definitely slaughter the city then!"
"Hmm!" Ma Yuan nodded suddenly, looking at Mo Xuan's eyes with strangeness, but Mo Xuan's grasp of people's hearts made Ma Yuan impressed.
Seeing that the major matter had been explained, Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and a cold arrogance slowly floated on his handsome face, and he said in a shocking voice: "The mud plow ghost prison, the oil pot ghost prison, and the severed head ghost prison have almost all been included in our army's territory, and now Xue Morui only has the Woohu Ghost Prison and his princes' prison, and half of the country is lost, how can he Xue Morui fight with me?"
The arrogance in his words was like a volcanic eruption, vigorously rising, and the blood of everyone around him was boiling, and they looked at Mo Xuan with a look of deep admiration.
It is such a half-grown boy, with the strength of one person, to create the Emperor-Tibetan Army, with its superb 'people' eye, to accept talented people from all over the world, with its affinity and wisdom to make the generals loyal to him, with its wisdom and strategy, led the Emperor-Tibetan Army again and again to create amazing miracles, less than a year later, occupy the territory of the four major ghost prisons, such a record, all let the world admire. (To be continued.) )