Liuyu ink dance sits in Beiliang camp. There were two guards standing beside him, one of whom was a bearded man. One is a clean face Xiaosheng. Both are hanging waist knives. Expressionless. But between the eyebrows. It's full of anger. At first glance, he is a battle-hardened veteran.

Ling Ziyue, deputy marshal of the Beiliang Infantry Army. Shen Qunyin, deputy marshal of the cavalry. Gou Chen Iron Cavalry Commander Xu Chongshan. Liangzhou General Baqi. Qizhou general Yun Junjun five people. Serious complexion. Silent for a while.

In the midst of this great camp. The atmosphere is depressing. Everyone's breath was suppressed. There was not a sound. Even the sound of the iron horses around them. It's also gone. Extremely weird.

The eyes of the crowd. It's all looking at the huge sand table in the middle of the camp. The flags above are staggered. The colors are even more colorful. This is not your average sandbox. It's the whole big dry sand table. There is not only a confrontation between the forces of Qianxue Beiliang above. There is also the deployment of troops within the Great Cadres.

It seems that Liuyu Mo Wu is not just planning the current war between Qianxue and Beiliang. It's the whole big dry. The ambition is huge. It's rare. Judging by the faces of the generals. I'm afraid their hearts are beating drums too.

After half a ring, Liuyu Mo Wu said, "Generals. Now what do you think.".

All of them here are the deputy marshals of the Northern Liangbu Cavalry. In addition to the fact that General Liangzhou and General Qizhou are in full office. It seems that those two lieutenants can't be the master.

Shen Qunyin, who is also the deputy marshal of the cavalry with Zhang Bufeng's elegant atmosphere all his life. He arched his hand slightly and said, "Miss. Although we have already decided on this matter. But plans never keep up with the changes. You still need to think about it for a few minutes. And the manager is not here. I can't be the master."

Liuyu Mo Wu heard Shen Qunyin's words. Eyes rolled. looked at Ling Ziyue, the deputy marshal of the infantry army. Although Ling Ziyue is also more than fifty. But he is a veteran of the battlefield. The sword is not old. Hearing this, Shen Qunyin was already expressing his attitude. Snorted. Looks like a little student. But the sound is like a bell. He arched his hand to Liuyu Mo Wu and said, "Miss. You have a talisman in your hand. We are supposed to do what you call us along. Even if you don't have a talisman in your hand. I, Lao Ling, also swear to die."

Liuyu Mo Wu is laughing at the moment. Then wave your hands. He said, "Generals, since that's the case. Please go down and think about it. Wait until tomorrow to decide. I'm not in a hurry. Now the war in Beiliang is going on. Generals must not be taken lightly. If it has to be. The sword in my hand kills without seeing blood."

Although the ink dance is full of laughter. But there was a chill in that tone. Jean's generals also shuddered.

These generals are inside Xu Chongshan. YUN Junjun. Bucky. All three of them were born in the Beiliang Army, and they were all rooted in Miao Hong. It was Xiao Bo who picked up the old man of Beiliang. Originally, according to Xiao Qingchen's temperament. Except for Xu Chongshan. The rest of the old people. They all have to move their positions.

But he was stopped by the Flowing Ink Dance. Now just by this favor. The influence of Liuyu Ink Dance in the Northern Liang Army is no less than that of Xiao Qingchen.

The waiting generals all walked out of the tent. Liuyu Mo Wu stood up. Walk to the sand table. Look at the flags with their teeth intertwined. Snorted coldly. Hand wave on the sand table. The little flags were all up. He was swept to the ground by the Flowing Ink Dance.

Liuyu ink dance back to the top of the handsome position. The clean-faced little boy of the two guards behind him. Turn around. Sitting in the lower left seat of the Liuyu Ink Dance. Looking at Liuyu Mowu's expression, he said, "Why are you so angry."

Liuyu Mo Wu glanced at the pure face and whispered. Said lightly: "Time is not much. Xiao Qingchen, he can't wait long.". The clean face nodded. Then he said, "Then Shen Qunyin and Ling Ziyue. You've been doubting both of them. He will betray our Xiao family at any time."

Liuyu Mo Wu looked at the clean-faced little student and said, "What do you say.". The clean-faced little student shrugged his shoulders and said, "There is no perfect loyalty in the world."

Liuyu Mowu heard this. Lean back. Leaning back on the Taishi's chair. Eyes slightly closed. Then he muttered, "But I've always liked perfection."

Sunset over the West Mountains. This side of the frontier. No twilight is seen. It's brutal and murderous. Everywhere you look, there are golden iron horses.

Flowing ink dance, close your eyes and refresh your mind. My mind is full of the momentum of Jin Ge's iron horse fighting. A trace of breath in between. It's a change of strategy.

This is the tent in the camp that has been lifted directly. Liuyu Mo Dance stood up impressively. His eyes were shining. See the one who comes into the account; Dressed in blood-red beast head armor. Holding a Sky Crack Euphorbia. Waist crotch North Liang war knife. Handsome and elegant.

This person is Xiao Qingchen.

Xiao Qingchen came in. The bearded man's guard behind the Flowing Ink Dance. Facing Xiao Qingchen is a one-legged kneeling salute. He shouted in his mouth and said, "I've seen the prince.". Xiao Qingchen waved his hand. Motioned for him to get up. Then he looked at the clean-faced little boy who was sitting in the first place on the lower left of the handsome seat and nodded.

The clean-faced little student was also smiling when he saw Xiao Qingchen. Eyes are soft. Xiao Qingchen directly sat in the lower right place under the handsome position. And Liuyu Mo Wu is still sitting on the handsome position.

Xiao Qingchen sat down. Immediately asked, "How is the eaves beacon.". Liuyu Mo Wu said, "Xiao Yi has already led the blood wolf to rush to help. Fang Maddao's army was intercepted by Shu Tiange on the road. It was difficult to get close to Zhao Tianqi for a while."

Xiao Qingchen listened to what the Liuyu Ink Dance said. Look at the sand table. After half a ring, he said, "Where is Zhang Bufeng now?"

Liuyu Mo Wu stood up. Pick up two flags. Plug in the sand table. Then he said to Xiao Qingchen: "Now Zhang Bufeng and Shu Tiange are facing each other in formation. Although there are generals on both sides calling for battle. But neither of them dared to start a big war easily."

Xiao Qingchen answered, "Look at it this way. Now the situation is stable. The balance of everything is at the eaves of the beacon post. The Western Front is broken. Doesn't matter. But the eaves are broken. We will fall into a passive situation in Beiliang."

Liuyu Mo Wu stood next to Xiao Qingchen and said, "This may not be. This eaves beacon is like a chicken rib to us now. Counterattack Chiyuki. Or is it to curb a thousand snows. For the current situation. It's not going to do any good."

Xiao Qingchen frowned and didn't speak. Liuyu continued, "Now, based on the information that has been sent back. On the Western Front, Lear encountered a problem. There has been no movement in Lear's Ten Star City since the day before yesterday. Our spies haven't sent any information back. You're here now. I'm going to go to the Northwest. I'm going to start taking over the Northwest."

Xiao Qingchen's eyes narrowed. Said "When the time comes, my uncle will be a striker. Everything has to be arranged. Gandharva and Wu Yang will assist you."

Liuyu Mo Wu turned his head and said, "I'm already a sword immortal."

Xiao Qingchen's expression suddenly became extremely helpless. Then he said, "I'm still in the third realm.". Liuyu Mo Wu smiled. Then he walked out of the tent. Xiao Qingchen shouted, "Be careful."