"Hehe!" Seeing that Xiaodao was silent and his face was full of shyness, Wu Feng, who was inverted, couldn't help but say, "The Metropolitan Governor has gone back?"

"Go back!"

After giving up his promise, the knife buried his head in his chest again, and after a long time, Wu Feng patted him on the shoulder with a kind face and asked, "A few days ago, didn't you go to the demon capital?

"Back to the Grand Duke!" As soon as Wu Feng asked, the little knife suddenly stopped being nervous, and when he raised his head, he met the eyes of his own grand duke full of inquiry, and the little knife smiled and arched his hand: "Everyone in the demon capital has spread all over the world, and the ranking on the merit list, the young master is now ranked fifth, more than 100,000 people, tsk, the young master is really powerful!"

"Well, it's so-so!" Knowing that Wu Tong had achieved a good ranking, Wu Feng was also very comfortable in his heart, this person was happy, looking at the eyes of the pro-soldier knife, the Lord of Wei Guo at this moment was actually kind, indescribably kind and warm, "I didn't lose the face of our old Wu family!"

"How come!" Seeing Wu Feng say this, Xiao Dao's heart immediately became a little dissatisfied, and regardless of the dignity and humility, he raised his head and said with some complaints: "The Grand Duke can't downplay the achievements of the young master like this, what so-so, when he was in the demon capital, the holy lord was so-so, as soon as you returned to Snow Fox City, you were also so-so, let the young master know that you are like this, but you must not die of sadness!"

"Hey......" Wu Feng smiled and couldn't help but quip: "You kid, you still buried the Holy Lord and the old man, let your father know that I have to break your legs!"

"I'm seeking truth from facts!" The Grand Duke was not really angry, Xiao Dao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the atmosphere in the room began to warm up a little, "The Holy Lord and the Grand Duke can't be too harsh on the young master, with the King of Canglan in front, how can you let the young master take the first place!"

"Oh?" Wu Feng chuckled, and then continued to ask, "According to what you say, that kid from Liu Chen won the first place?"

"Yes!" mentioning Liu Chen, Xiaodao felt a little powerless in his heart, for this Canglan County King who has been pressing his own young master, all the hot-blooded young people in Weizhou like Xiaodao, it is called a love and hate, love is that His Royal Highness the King of Canglan and his own young master are brothers and sisters, closer than brothers. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info hate, since the return of the King of Canglan, no matter what, as long as there is a place to compete, Liu Chen pressed Wu Tong as much as possible, making them unhappy, "They said, the young master is teaming up with the King of Canglan, and along the way, he has killed a lot of sea barbarians!"

"Don't worry!" Seeing that the hot-blooded young man was eager to try, Wu Feng shook his head, hugged the shoulder of the knife and walked directly down the hill and said: "Wait a while, let's kill a few more sea barbarians, tomorrow morning, remember to send good news to your father!"

"Whoa!"

"Haha......"

In the middle of the night, the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, several times, the camp was almost unable to continue the bonfire, and after a long time, Wu Feng, who was sitting in the tent of the commander of the Chinese army, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face full of ravines began to slowly become resolute, and the momentum of commanding a thousand armies once again returned to the famous Wei Guogong.

Getting up and walking out of the camp tent, Wu Feng bumped into the scout of the Xuanjia Army who came in a hurry, and when the scout saw the Grand Duke, he hurriedly turned over and dismounted, holding up the battle report and raising his voice: "Great Duke, fifty miles southwest, I found the traces of the Sea Clan scout!"

"Probe!"

Wu Feng took the battle report, read it carefully, and then handed it to the knife beside him, and then turned to the scout and commanded: "Our scout team is divided into three strands, one stick of incense and one share, and the old man will be stared to death!"

"Whoa!"

The scout rode away again, in the camp, everyone heard the conversation between the scout and the grand duke, and in an instant, the originally lively and busy camp of Raven Ridge could only hear the whistling sound of wind and snow, everyone held their breath, looked at Wu Feng eagerly, waiting for their own grand duke to give the order, the battle is finally about to start!

"Modao Battalion!"

"Here!" A red-faced bearded man in the distance got up when he heard this, and raised his hand and said: "The three thousand brothers of the Modao Battalion are ready, please instruct the Grand Duke!"

"Shield Battalion!"

"Yes, the five thousand brothers of the shield battalion have all been assembled, and they are waiting for the decree of the Grand Duke!"

"Cavalry battalion!"

"Here!"

"Infantry battalion!"

"Here!"

However, after half a cup of tea, the entire camp was already lined with sheng flags, and the vanguard brigade of the Xuanjia Army had been assembled, and the soldiers in neat clothes and armor raised their hands and chests together, facing the wind and snow, like a javelin, standing upright in front of Wu Feng, the Duke of Weiguo.

"Brothers, are you in new clothes?"

"Invulnerable!"

"Brothers, are you sharp?"

"Invincible!"

"Brothers, can you win this battle?"

"Invincible!"

"Okay!" Wu Feng slowly paced to Shuaitai, glanced around, pondered for a moment, and said with a majestic face: "Today is the Shangyuan Festival, the Shangyuan Festival of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse. In the past, we should all make dumplings in the Hangu camp!"

The "......" soldiers did not answer, and they all held their breath and listened carefully to the words of the Grand Duke.

"As a volunteer army, we are fighting away today, just like you said, the snow in the demon domain is not as good as the snow in our Weizhou, you are not used to the food here, you are not used to the environment here, these are all known!" Wu Feng walked back and forth, his sharp gaze never moved away from the soldiers, "However, these external factors cannot be used as an excuse for your defeat! We are the Xuanjia Army, the Xuanjia Army, only at the moment of death, can we fail, now, you have to win!" In this vast and boundless demon realm, you are going to win the first battle of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse! Let them see, our sons and daughters of the Great Snow Mountain, no matter where they go, they are unparalleled in the world!"

"Win this battle! Then unite with the friendly forces of the Eastern Continent to completely wipe out the sea barbarians on their way to the shore! Use your swords to win the pride of our Weizhou people for your parents, wives and children! Honor, that is, the life of our generation! In the strong pass of Tiankai Hangu, the Xuanjia Mo sword can slay the dragon! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The earth-shattering cry almost stopped the snowfall, the mountains and forests were whistling, the wind was roaring, and the morale was in full swing, Wu Feng took out the metal ball, his fingertips flashed fluorescently, and a drop of red blood began to slowly disappear in the vitality bomb under the gaze of everyone.

"The shield battalion continues the New Year's carnival, and the other battalions are quickly in place, and when the short soldiers are in contact, the shield battalion retreats while fighting, and waits until the big battalion explodes, and the Modao battalion cooperates with the cavalry battalion to raise the flag and kill!"

"Whew!" the two battalion leaders stepped forward to receive the order, and each of them began to act according to the plan with his subordinates.

"After the shield battalion retreats to the rear, merge with the infantry battalion, wait until the Modao battalion and the cavalry battalion charge back and forth, and then you beat the drum to attack, the four battalions handle the four directions, don't let the sea barbarians escape one!"

"Whoa!"

"Pro-Barracks!"

"In!"

The commander of the pro-military battalion standing behind Wu Feng stepped forward, bowed and said, "The last general will listen to the decree of the Grand Duke!"

"Wait until the four major battalions are more than half of the battle, and you will follow me to take the enemy commander!"

"Whoa!"

The well-trained Xuanjia soldiers finally began to move. (To be continued.) )