Looking at Chu Yu, who looked older than himself, Yuan Qingshan was silent in place, and in the end he didn't continue to speak, but just turned around and left.

It's just that his body is filled with sky-high battle intent.

"He's looking for you."

Confucian suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Qingshan, and after mechanically delivering what he needed to say, he turned around and left.

Yuan Qingshan followed him down the city pass without saying a word, and came to a relatively desolate suburb.

"Why don't you go up?"

Looking at Yu Mo in a wheelchair, Yuan Qingshan spoke softly.

There was still a smile on the corner of Yu Mo's mouth: "Go up and hit their morale?" ”

"I guess now, the soldiers of the reserve are also disgusted with me, after all, I am the only one of the Terrans who does not trust them."

"I still have this self-knowledge."

Yu Mo obviously didn't want to talk more on this topic, and then said: "My idea is that in the next battle, all the troops will be transferred to guard the town demon pass. ”

"All?"

Yuan Qingshan decisively grasped the key point of the topic and asked a little surprised.

"Hmm."

"After two big battles, I can probably figure out the thoughts of the opposing coach."

"What it wants in this battle is not to break through the human city and destroy the human race, but to use the human race as a whetstone to pave the way for itself and cultivate its own power."

"The time when the dawn broke before was its answer to the demon god behind it."

"Next, the Demon Suppression Pass will be the absolute main battlefield, where it is used to brush up on meritorious deeds, and the other three passes, it will not touch it, and it will not dare to touch it."

"If the Terran is broken this time, the battlefield will rise to a higher level, and the Terran Jiujue can't watch the demon beasts invade, so they are forced to go to the front of the stage, and the demon gods hidden in the dark can make various siege and kill plans for the Terran Jiujue in an orderly manner through observation."

"In this way, the human race will be destroyed, but its eight-tailed fox will also become a pawn again."

"With its pride, it would not have done so under any circumstances."

"The other three passes will be safe and sound!"

Yu Mo calmly said his analysis, full of organization.

Yuan Qingshan fell into deep thought and did not speak for a long time.

Yu Mo didn't urge, just sat in a wheelchair and waited quietly.

"Wouldn't it be too risky to do this, but it's a bit of a gamble."

"If we lose the bet, or if you guess the heart of the eight-tailed fox wrong, we humans will face an unprecedented disaster."

After a long time, Yuan Qingshan looked at Yu Mo with a solemn face and said seriously.

"But if we don't gamble, how many more people will we die in this battle?"

"It is true that the eight-tailed fox will not completely attack us, but in the same way, it will not mind letting us die more, or let tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of demon beasts invade our human race, and make us scramble."

"It's also a good thing for it, because we're just whetstones, and whetstones shouldn't be sharp."

"In this battle, if we win the bet and the casualties are greatly reduced, we can get another respite, and what we need now is time."

"If you lose the bet, the decisive battle will come, what is the matter, and you will be pulled down after you finish it."

"What do you think?"

Even if he analyzed the possibility of losing the bet, Yu Mo still looked joyless and sad, and his voice was calm.

But Yuan Qingshan's face became more and more solemn and tangled.

The cost of this bet was too great, even to the point that he, the new Moge Pavilion Master, could not make up his mind.

"This reason is not enough to convince me."

In the end, Yuan Qingshan shook his head seriously.

"What if..."

"And what about this?"

Yu Mo was not surprised by Yuan Qingshan's decision, rummaged through his pocket, took out a stack of materials, and handed it to Yuan Qingshan's hand.

Yuan Qingshan looked at the strings of words in the information, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the document trembled slightly.

"Is the news accurate?"

He raised his head a little anxiously, looked at Yu Mo, and asked nervously but expectantly.

"Ninety percent."

"I don't think I'm wrong in my speculation."

Yu Mo nodded lightly: "So, we need more time, even if it's only a few years..."

Yuan Qingshan's breathing became heavy, and he squeezed the document in his hand.

About a few minutes later, when he raised his head again, his eyes were already densely red, as if he had made a decision, and gritted his teeth: "I... Agree with your idea! ”

"Dome Pass, Dawn Pass, Ghost Gate Pass, transfer seventy percent of the troops, come and support the Demon Suppression Pass!"

"At the same time, the city security divisions, the demon removal pavilion, the light group... Those who have reached the Four Enlightenments will be assigned 80 percent and ascend to the customs. ”

"The four major frontier armies also draw half of their troops."

"Since you want to bet, bet bigger."

"This time, no matter what, let the demon domain be honest for a few years!"

Yuan Qingshan couldn't wait to grit his teeth and made this decision with difficulty.

Yu Mo smiled: "This is an extremely correct decision, as long as it can continue the life of the human race for a few more years... Perhaps, the future is bright. ”

"I have to go and talk to Lao Qi, he is also the pavilion master of the Ink Pavilion."

Even now, Yuan Qingshan couldn't calm down, after all, he had just made a decision that made his heart flutter, he rose to the sky and hurried towards the Dawn Pass.

Yu Mo looked at the back of Yuan Qingshan's departure in the sky, and was a little distracted for a while.

"I haven't come back for so long, so I won't really die in the swamp pool, right..."

"You can't really pin your hopes on the poisonous fruit."

"If you win this battle..."

"I..."

"Better than you."

Yu Mo retracted his gaze: "Confucian Sheng, push me back to Mocheng." ”

"You said you were going back to Mocheng last time, and you came back again."

Confucius stood up and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

Yu Mo's breezy compulsion dissipated instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "I must return to Mocheng this time." ”

"Heh..."

With an inexplicable smile, Confucius didn't know if it was a ridicule, so he pushed Yu Mo away.

With this moment...

The third battle, or this one, is on the chessboard.

Outcome...

It's all in one thought.

One wrong step, one wrong step, broken bones.

Win step by step, win step by step, a glimmer of time.