"Then what are you waiting for?" Mi Jin turned his anger into joy, and the Mi Clan Martial Sects in the quiet room couldn't help but look up.

"Immediately arrange for escorts, send the Tiger Sect Leader and the four Martial Sect Masters to the Hundred Grass Immortal Mansion, and make sure that the few Martial Sect Masters recover. ”

Although he has long known that the family will not give up on himself, Mijin's performance at this time still makes everyone feel guilty, but the warriors are not good at expressing their feelings, so even if they are moved in their hearts, outsiders can only see their constricted pupils.

It's just that in the face of the decision that the patriarch Mi Jin immediately arranged for everyone to leave, the patriarch Mi Hu still had doubts in his heart: "Patriarch, right now there is a war between the two clans, and we are leaving at this time, it is inevitable that the morale of the army will be shaken, why don't we wait for the situation to stabilize before seeking medical treatment?"

After all, as the head of a sect, Mihu must have a consideration for the overall situation, and leaving now is undoubtedly to reveal a few pieces of information to the people in the Nanling Beast Valley.

First: The most elite wing sent to attack the rear of Beishan was defeated, and five Wu Zong, including Mihu, were seriously injured and had to go to Kunwu for medical treatment.

Second: Whether the Mi clan, who has lost a large number of top-level martial sects, can still lead the various clans to capture Beishan.

The Seven Great Clans first took refuge in the Mi clan to form a kinship, but now the Mi Clan has not brought them any tangible benefits, this battle is already tired, if the Mi Clan can take the eastern foot in one go, it will be very happy, but now this kind of offensive and defensive pull is the most morale test, and the withdrawal of Mi Hu and others is the best reason to give the Seven Clans a truce.

"Your own martial arts sect has withdrawn, what are we still doing here?"

Once things have developed to this point, it will no longer be possible to reassemble an army that can storm the North Mountain defensive line.

As the patriarch of Mi Hu, he really sees that Mi Jin's choice now is not just a question of whether to heal everyone's arms, but the impact behind this decision, which may make Mi's efforts and efforts these days completely in vain.

Of course, Mihu didn't want to lose his arms, but he didn't want to let Mi miss this great opportunity to defeat the Tang clan because of himself.

After listening to Mihu's words, the other four martial arts sects with broken arms also figured out the joints, and their eyes also became firm.

"Okay!good!!The family is united, why worry about the big thing!" Mi Jin excitedly stepped forward and patted Mi Hu's broad shoulder, and said emotionally: "Rest assured, the Tiger Sect Leader, within the New Year's Pass, our clan's coalition army will definitely break through the Beishan defense line, and this great victory will be used to see off the monarchs!"

Mijin's face was as calm as water when he walked out of the quiet room, but there was a touch of firmness in his pupils.

"How's the three reinforcements I've asked for?"

Two days ago, Mi Jin had ordered the Seven Clans to form another wing of no less than thirty martial arts within three days, originally to replenish the front-line coalition troops to consolidate the advantage, and it was not urgent, but now the situation has changed, and he urgently needs this wing to appear and stabilize the morale of the army.

The news of the defeat of Mi Hu and several people could not be concealed at all, and with such an exciting victory and even two Wu Zong prisoners, Mi Jin could almost predict in what way the Tang Clan would boost their morale in order to boost their crumbling southwest defense line.

Coupled with the replenishment of the garrison, with the current frontal strength of the coalition army, it is impossible to capture the two northwestern foothills within the year, so he needs this wing to appear immediately!

"Father, there's something wrong with this team. Mizhu explained in a low voice: "The coalition army has not been able to capture Beishan for so long, which has made the seven major clans complain, and not withdrawing the current martial arts in the coalition army is just taking into account the promise at that time, but they actually don't want to fight for a long time, and the order to assemble was issued two days ago, but so far, except for the three martial sects of the Cao clan, none of the other six clans has sent people to the assembly point." According to the news transmitted back by the wind media, several patriarchs Gu is a small force of the Shifu clan, and they have sent all the Martial Sects to the front line, and they will no longer be able to take the Martial Sects to participate in the war!"

"Oh, really?" Mijin heard Mizhu's words, and asked with a calm face, "What do you think?"

"I think that except for the Cao family's accident, the other six clans are perfunctory in responding like this!" It was rare for his father to ask his opinion, and Mizhu hurriedly said his judgment: "Not to mention the others, Pan, Bei, Bai, and Wan four, which one can't pull out five or six standing martial arts teams, isn't it fooling us to say that we have no background in hundreds of years of operation!"

Walking through the empty corridor of the medicine valley, Mizhu's anger could hardly be suppressed: "If you want me to say, these people are despising our clan, if they are not assembled tomorrow, they will cut off their food for two months, and let them know the majesty of my Mizu!"

Mi Jin listened to Mizhu's words quietly until his angry breathing calmed down, and then he turned his head and said lightly to his son: "Don't let anger make decisions for you." ”

The perfunctory behavior of the six clans is obvious, but in the final analysis, it is not the contempt for the family as Yazhu said, but the more important reason - interests.

The seven major clans, including Cao Xiong, actually didn't need to see the benefits of fighting to the death from this offensive and defensive battle, so their paddling performance has always been expected by Mijin.

From the very beginning, this coalition army was not the main force to attack the fortifications, Mijin just wanted them to be strong, and the promised benefits may seem rich to outsiders, but for the cunning and fox-like Wang clan patriarch, it was not enough to fight to the death.

But at present, the serious injuries of Mihu and others have made the Mi Clan's high-end combat power lacking, and this opening must be made up by the Seven Great Clans, and what he has to do now is to give the Seven Great Clans a reason to go all out!

"Write an invitation on behalf of my father, saying that I will hold a banquet at Panyuntai tonight, and invite the heads of the seven major clans to come and discuss important matters!"

It was night, and the top of the climbing cloud building was full of glass lanterns, which was gorgeous and abnormal.

The heads of the seven wang clans were all present except for Cao Xiong, who was far away on the front line, and everyone enjoyed singing, dancing and tasting wine.

The table is full of spiritual beast meat, the wine glass is filled with elixir and jade liquid, and the scene of poverty and luxury is like a banquet in a disaster year, and it is like a celebration of a good year.

Several patriarchs exchanged glasses with Mijin at the banquet, but they didn't mention the so-called big event, as if this was an ordinary wine banquet, and Mijin, as the host, was not in a hurry, so he accompanied everyone to pour cups of wine into his stomach.

Until the bright moon hung in the middle of the sky, the starry sky illuminated the night transparently, and the slightly drunk Mijin put down the wine glass in his hand and clapped his hands.

In the cold winter wax moon, the dancing girl who was still dressed in revealing clothes came out with a jade box, put it on the table of the patriarchs of each clan, and left in a curling manner, leaving only a fragrant breeze around.