The Eastern Pole Empire suddenly seemed to be reborn, and all kinds of vigorous and resolute schemes caught the Southern Alliance led by Yangzhou City off guard.

Although many old family owners in Yangzhou City had learned about the news of the old emperor's return to Beijing and entered the court through some special channels before, and they also paid attention to it, they did not attach too much importance to it after all, and who knew that they would directly suffer a big loss.

In just half a year, eleven of the 19 defense lines deployed by the Southern Alliance were destroyed! These 11 defense lines were shattered by the Dragon Armor Divine Army of the Eastern Arctic Empire! Of the remaining eight defense lines, three were not completely completed, and only the remaining five defense lines could play a defensive role.

Liuyun Country, Yangzhou City, Spring Breeze Shili Street.

In the meeting hall of the Bai family's mansion, more than 20 middle-aged and elderly people gathered.

The old patriarch of the Bai family, dressed in white, slowly spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that our situation is not optimistic at present. That Imperial Emperor had such a magical power to turn decay into magic, I really didn't expect it before. ”

Xuan Ling Dao, the Supreme Elder of the Xuanyun Sect, who was still extremely hot, also knew that the matter was urgent at this time, so he suppressed the anger in his heart, "I should have killed that poor old Confucian before he returned to Beijing, instead of letting those killers wait and see, carelessly, causing such consequences!"

Another old patriarch of the big clan of Yangzhou City looked disdainful, "Do you know if there was anyone secretly protecting him at that time?" Although it was still far away from Chang'an City at that time, it must have been Li Xuanji's old fox who had already sent a master of the royal family to secretly protect it. Killing him, it's easy to say, I can see that you, the Supreme Elders or Sect Masters of the major sects, join forces to kill him, and only then will you have a chance to kill that emperor. ”

"you! Or you half-scholarly and half-Jianghu big clans are too soft-handed! Now I'm here to find an excuse. Xuan Lingdao was furious, but he still didn't attack, but his tone was slightly excited.

The old patriarch of the big clan sneered, "This is not softness, this is the perfection of thinking too much and thinking about it." ”

"Since it is perfect, now this scene is also the result of what you have thought about a long time ago?If this is the case, then why didn't you tell us earlier?!" Xuan Lingdao said with a mocking smile.

The rest of the old guys in the room did not have the mood to watch the show at this time, in the past, these old guys and old foxes gathered together, whether it was drinking or drinking tea or discussing some big and small things, once two people began to sneer at each other, they were on the side or Meizizi to watch the play, or secretly helped the quarrelsome two to quarrel more and more fiercely, and then they finally laughed and became a peacemaker. They usually play this kind of game with great pleasure, but now they are silent, and some people even look unhappy and tired. As if to say, when is this coming, and you two are still in the mood to quarrel?

"Now that it has happened, we don't have to worry too much about who is right and who is wrong, and we don't have to think about what if, and then what, there is not a single regret pill in the world that can be eaten. What we have to think about now is what to do next, and how to play this game of chess in the future. We have now met a chess player who is even more national than the national player!" The old man in white sat in the first seat, and at this time pressed his hands to calm everyone down.

"Yiyong, you don't have to be too sad, this matter is what my Bai family and the entire Yangzhou City owe you. The old man in white looked at an old man sitting not far in front of him, not in front or back, in the middle.

This old man surnamed only has gray hair, a thin body, drooping eyelids, and his eyes are full of the color of old age.

His only son was the middle-aged front-line commander of the Southern Alliance. In the surprise attack of Fan Wu, the son of the squire of the Eastern Pole Empire's military department, he fought with thousands of his own personal guard battalions to the end and died in blood.

This time he went to the front line, it was one thing for his war-loving son to take the initiative, but if it was just like that, he would definitely pull his son to the death and not let him go to the front line. But there is another reason, and the most important reason, is that everyone draws lots, first selects some middle-aged generations in big families who are good at fighting, and then draws lots to decide who goes. His son was lucky and unfortunate to get it. So he could only watch his son happily go to the front.

He still remembers that before his son left, he said: "Dad, my son is no longer confused, but he still has nothing to do, I can't compare to you and grandpa, and even more so than the ancestors who founded our family, I really can't do a good job in governing the family and intriguing with others, I'm sorry." So my son can only choose the path he likes, and realize his value through the battlefield, and my son can't let others laugh at me because I'm useless. ”

Yi Yong looked at this son at that time, no longer maintaining the depth and wisdom of the past, his hands were raised tremblingly, and he put them on his son's shoulders: "I believe in you, son, you will definitely succeed......"

His son smiled and nodded.

Then Yi Yong's voice trembled slightly and asked a word that should not be asked: "If you go here, you won't go back......"

"I'm sorry, Dad, then I'll never go back!"

He still remembers the bright smile his son had when he said this. This is a smile he has never seen before, there is freedom in it, sadness, comfort, strength, and sorrow.

They are only in the family, and all seven generations are passed on. This is the only one among the many families in the entire Yangzhou City that has the most generations of single generations. And the most important thing is that the son of the old man, because he is obsessed with the art of war, when he did not fight against the Eastern Pole Empire before, he often secretly took the guards of the family to some small dynasties around him, became a general and then led the troops to fight. Otherwise, if you are attacked by a surprise attack, you may not even have the strength to fight back if you are replaced by the heads of the rest of the big families.

When Yi Yong heard the words of the old man in white, he raised his head with difficulty, looking at the old man in white who was old but could vaguely see the unparalleled spirit of his youth, his mouth shook a few times, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say the last word, just nodded silently, and then continued to bow his head slightly, stunned.

The old man in white sighed slightly in his heart when he saw the old friend who was old and had no heart in his heart, and then looked around, his eyes were calm, and his tone was flat but with an undoubted aura of superiority.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Twelve Advance Battalions of the Eastern Pole Empire have now advanced to a distance of four hundred miles outside the Liuyun Empire, and may start attacking the Liuyun Kingdom at any time. Our Yangzhou City is located in the southern part of Liuyun Country, although we don't see a trace of danger at the moment. But it's also precarious. ”

Speaking of this, the old man in white paused slightly and glanced at everyone. More than 20 old men were silent, waiting for the next words of the old man in white.

"We can't retreat, yes, we can't retreat a single step! This has nothing to do with the strength or weakness, it has nothing to do with the depth of the strategy, once we take half a step back, we will lose completely! And it is the kind of losing the whole game! Therefore, I am ready to advance the decisive battle that I planned for more than ten years to these two years!"

In the end, the old man in white looked at these many old people who had intrigued since they were teenagers, such as playmates, friends, enemies, and other multiple identities with complex identities, and smiled.

"If we can survive in the end, then when the time comes, we old guys, pick a paradise, gag, play chess, taste tea, and enjoy the willows on a boat, how about it?"

Many old people with solemn faces and experienced the vicissitudes of the world will smile when they hear the words at this time. It was Yi Yong, hearing this, although he didn't smile, but he also spit out a mouthful of turbid breath.

When everyone dispersed, the old man in white sat alone on the first seat, slowly drinking the only hot tea left in his hand, drinking more and more slowly, and finally maintaining a posture in a daze.

In the eyes of the old man, this time is full of the fierceness of the past.