Although he couldn't see it yet, he knew very well that the Seagod Envoy and the Hungry Ghosts were in that direction. Perhaps the Hidden Spirits want to wash the Peach Paradise Realm in blood and force the guardians out of the place.

Bai Ling also asked him in a low voice, "Is it possible, will they kill all the people in Taoyuan?"

Yan Saburo didn't think twice: "Yes." ”

The remnant sun shone through the sunset, hitting the hibiscus flowers beside them, red as blood, full of ominousness.

The answer of this one word made Bai Ling shudder. That's a whole hundred thousand people!

At its peak, millions of people might have had a hard time, but now, the sluggish population has met a vicious rival.

Yan Saburo had long seen the viciousness of ghosts. They slaughtered humans like lambs and disposed of them like playthings in the Tibetan Realm, so how could they expect them to be open to humans in the Taoyuan Realm?

And the beings of the Hungry Ghost Dao are born with a desire for fresh flesh and blood, and the two hit it off.

Yan Saburo and Bai Ling arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, just in time for the pre-war meeting of the City Lord of Wu.

The guards went in and out of the mansion like worker ants, and there were four or five people standing in the side hall of the city lord of Wu, the youngest was also about thirty, and the oldest was nearly sixty, all around the sand table on the table.

The Great War was approaching, and they were also talking about it.

When the lord of Wu City saw Yan Saburo arrive, he introduced him one by one.

Yan Sanlang saw that Huo Dongjin was also present, and knew that these were all the henchmen of the Wu City Lord, and they entered Taoyuan from the outside world with him.

Chitose said in his ear: "All have the breath of blood and fierceness, and they are all battle-hardened people. ”

The Asura is particularly sensitive to this aura.

The city lord of Wu introduced Yan Saburo to everyone. Time was pressing, and these people looked a little sluggish when they saw that he was young, and Yan Saburo didn't care. Respect, others won't give you for nothing, you have to rely on yourself to fight for it.

A sand table on the table, evolving the Qingdian Plain where Pan Tugou is located. There are high mountains on the north and south wings, and the mountain shape is like a dragon, and Pan Tugou is stuck in the position of the dragon's tail of Shuanglong, which is said to be excellent feng shui. It is also one of the few flat areas in the valley where you can build a castle.

The most rare thing is that there is also a river that flows outside the West City Gate, which is a natural moat. Summer is the season of high water, and the river is as wide as 10 zhang (more than 30 meters).

Yan Saburo looked at this sand table, the rivers, valleys, peaks, and ravines were all clearly visible, as if the entire Qingdian Plain had shrunk a thousand times in proportion, and the city lord of Wu could even make a mark on it.

The sand table is also a magic weapon, the quality is good and bad, and the price is expensive and cheap. Yan Saburo often saw sand tables in the Zhenbei Army of the Patriotic Army, and it was seen at a glance that this body was at least worth a thousand gold and was a scarce strategic material.

How can there be a military-grade sand table in the hands of ordinary aliens? Chitose likes to collect treasures, but she doesn't have such things. Yan Saburo became more curious about the origin of the city lord of Wu.

Everyone had been discussing for a long time, and when Yan Saburo came in, City Lord Wu said succinctly: "The sentinels have detected the whereabouts of the hungry ghosts in the western Black Niwan. He knew that Yan Saburo was an outsider, and he didn't know the specific address here, so he put his hand on the sand table.

"So close?" the young man was stunned, but quickly added, "But I haven't attacked Pantugou for a whole day, and it's already considered a great luck." He always thought that Wang Mingzhi's previous estimate was too optimistic, but now it seems that it is quite accurate.

From the sand table, Heiniwan is only fifty miles away from Pantugou. The hungry ghosts are tireless mud bodies, and the rapid march is just a piece of cake. That is, in one hour at most, they will be there!

City Lord Wu shook his head: "I received news that the four villages in the west have been washed in blood half a day ago, and after the hungry ghosts have eaten up the people, they will rest in the village and the surrounding woods, and will not move forward. ”

"Why?"

"It's very wooded in that area. ”

"Very dense?" Yan Saburo immediately suddenly said: "These things are afraid of the sun?" The noon sun is the strongest, and today is still a cloudless good weather, it is the height of summer, and the sun is so hot that everyone is almost bald, not to mention the hungry ghosts, the soul body can't stand such exposure.

There were no such sunny days in the world they lived in. Since the war is currently on, it is better to take a nap after eating and wait until it gets dark to attack refreshed.

Yan Saburo couldn't help but sweat slightly: "Count us lucky." "If it's a cloudy day, the hungry ghosts will go to Pantugou, and maybe they will start the city slaughter mode.

Chitose hummed in his ear: "It's my luck, me!" These people are clearly stained with her light, her blessing!

Yan Saburo is calculating in his heart. The people sent out by the city lord of Wu must not be mediocre, otherwise how could they go freely under the nose of the sea god?

Immediately afterward, the city lord of Wu asked about the combat power of the hidden ghosts and hungry ghosts. Yan Saburo had already observed in the Jedi, so he answered them one by one.

Everyone saw that he replied fluently, and his words were precise, not as hesitant as ordinary teenagers, and they also put away their contempt a little. There was a strong man in his forties who hugged his arms and said: "In such a comparison, the township army of Pantugou has no strength to fight compared to the hungry ghosts. ”

Fighting with demons with flesh and blood, he hadn't done such a crazy thing in many years of bloodshed. One can imagine how shocked the villagers would be when they saw the true face of the invading enemy.

"It's not the same, but it's a defensive battle, not a wilderness encounter. With the convenient location of the city wall, with 4,000 people and 20,000 people, you can barely try it. Wu City Lord analyzed objectively, Yan Saburo noticed that he used the word "reluctantly", which shows that he understands in his heart that the two sides have no chance of winning if they are hard, "Besides, we just need to hold on for half an hour at most, and let the hungry ghosts gather up and down the city wall." ”

That's the point.

Speaking of this, he frowned: "What I'm more worried about is that they will divide their forces to raid Pantugou from other directions, and it will be difficult to do." ”

Pan Tugou is short of manpower, and the young and middle-aged men who can go to the battlefield are 4,000 people, in addition to blocking the west city wall, the other three directions should also release troops to prevent the enemy from raiding. As for logistics and transportation, even the elderly, weak, women and children have to be on the field.

Yan Saburo shook his head: "The hungry ghosts only obey the orders of the Seagod's envoy, and other ghosts can't command them. ”

After all, the Poseidon envoy came out of the Jedidaon region, not a well-trained and coordinated army, but just a group of rabble who love to eat human flesh. The sea god made himself devour the rakshasa and intimidate the hungry ghosts, so that he had control, but he could not ask the hungry ghosts to obey the orders of the other hidden ghosts.

It's like a wolf pack and an ant colony that has only one king, and no other "little king" who can coordinate and command.

"That is to say, wherever the sea god points, they will hit?"

"It's only going to attack from one general direction. Yan Saburo nodded, "If you don't count the ghosts who sneaked into Pan Tugou from elsewhere on their own." ”

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