Luofu County, Jialuo County, Guikui County, Luoshui County, Mochuan County, Anyang County, Dingbian County and Baisha County.

The eight counties gathered all the soldiers who could fight in the domain, and all the strong cultivators in the eight counties.

The coalition forces outside Baisha County have increased to 260,000.

The crowd was crowded, and the horses neighed.

There are many swords and guns, and the flags are displayed.

The coalition forces are not stationed in Baisha County.

Because war can happen at any time.

Outside Baisha County, on a gentle slope connecting to the moat, stands a makeshift camp.

In the camp, there are endless barracks.

Camp room, inside the tent.

Behind several tables arranged in a circle, the county lords of the eight counties sat upright.

"Phew!"

A man sitting at the back of a table, with snow-white hair and bones that were far larger than ordinary people, and his face was covered with wrinkles and folds, threw the glass of wine in his hand to the ground.

The man was dressed in a red silk robe, his body was burly and muscular, and his face showed a look of resentment.

"!"

"Since the master of Qingfeng has already come out of the mountain, why should we stay here!"

"How long will it take for them to come!?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone seemed extremely dissatisfied.

There was anger all over his face, but there was a little helplessness and uneasiness.

"Lord Xu, don't worry. ”

"Qingfeng is a master, his cultivation is superb, and he can fly to the sky. ”

Bai Meng raised his hand and stroked the sparse short beard under his chin.

He tilted his head and looked at Lord Xu.

"Although Baisha County is located on the border, such a distance is not an obstacle at all for the people of Qingfeng. ”

"Yet. ”

Sit beside Bai Meng. A man with a white beard and a black beard and a smooth face like infant skin with all his hair hanging down to his chest frowned slightly.

The man shook his head, interrupting Bai Meng's words.

"In this battle, we wait, in the eyes of the Aomine masters. ”

"What kind of status will it be?"

"Is it the front of the army, or the abandoned army. ”

"Or is it simply arranged to drag the stumbling block of the enemy's military power?"

Inside the tent. There was an eerie silence.

In the eerie silence, a man in a green silk suit with a resolute face and a snow-white beard broke the silence in the tent.

"If it's the front, I'll be able to retreat when I'm defeated to the death. ”

"If the army is abolished, we will still have to fight to the death, but we can still retreat. ”

"If so, it's just a stumbling block. ”

A man with a resolute face. His face was extremely solemn, and his whole body began to tremble.

"I'm afraid there is no way to live. ”

Hearing this, the faces of everyone in the tent changed.

Among the cultivators of several counties. Except for Chen Zhe, their faces were all pale.

No one, want to die.

The more powerful a person is, the less he wants to die.

"Hmm. ”

It's been a long time. Chen Zhe, who had been silent, raised his head slightly.

He looked at the resolute man with a cold look in his eyes.

"What Lord Wu said. That's what I thought. ”

"Yet. ”

Chen Zhe raised his hand and put his palm up.

He put his five fingers together and pointed at the county lord of Wu.

"Whether it's the front, the scrap army or the stumbling block. ”

"The choice is ours. ”

Chen Zhe lowered his hand and picked up the cup on the table.

He stood up and raised his glass to the lords of the counties.

"In the hearts of the people of Qingfeng, they have always regarded us as ants. ”

"So, what are we waiting for, they won't care. ”

"What do they care about, what can we do?"

"What do I have in my hands?"

"Seniors, juniors will give you a glass first. ”

Chen Zhe raised his head, began to ponder in front of everyone in the tent, and drank the wine in his glass.

The liquor flows down the throat and into the lungs.

Chen Zhe suddenly felt a scorching warmth coming from the depths of his body.

"This battle. ”

"Aomine is to get rid of Yougen, and we, although not Yougen's opponents. ”

"But as long as we can kill the power in Yougen's hands, what does it matter if we wait for the current ministry or become a scrapped army. ”

Chen Zhe put down the cup and knelt back in place.

"Hmm. ”

A man sitting at the door of the tent, dressed in a green silk robe, with long white hair and a shawl, beardless under his chin, and bright eyes, suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Huh. ”

"As Lord Chen said, the Qingfeng masters are completely different from us. ”

"The life I am waiting for, only I cherish the most. ”

"Today, a total of sixteen practitioners from various counties have gathered here. ”

"If you can work together to use the Buddhist Demon Slayer Formation or the Taoist Three-Stack Formation, you may not be able to fight together. ”

"Even if we are defeated, we will scatter and flee among the soldiers, and let the soldiers hold high the igniting oil. ”

"I don't believe it, we won't have a trace of life. ”

Hearing this, everyone in the tent nodded.

East of Baisha County, one hundred and sixty miles.

On a high slope, many people are building barracks.

There is a root with his hands behind his back, standing in the air at a height of 100 meters.

The golden flames, like a thin layer of gauze, shrouded the surface of his body.

The dense rain blocked people's vision.

Even with the blessing of vitality, Yougen could only see the vague outline of Baisha County City hundreds of miles away.

"It's here. ”

It's here.

Yougen lifted his hands and untied the string that was tied to the back of his head, picking up the iron mask that covered his face.

"A bloody battle is the only way to become an army. ”

"Fight to the death to become a master. ”

There was an expressionless face that hung his head and looked at the mask drenched in the rain.

He squirmed his lips slightly, muttering to himself.

"The original intention of the battle was to end the battle. ”

"The will of man is always trying to calculate the will of heaven. ”

"Actually. ”

"The so-called providence. ”

Arigen lifted the iron mask and placed it on his face.

It's a bit cold.

"The essence is man-made. ”

People are doing it, and the sky is watching.

God, just watching.

One re-tied the string to the back of his head.

He lowered his head and looked down at the rainy wasteland, his eyes were like blades, but his face was like ice stone.

"Come on. ”

"In the end, it is you who sue God for injustice. ”

"It's still me, broken and sunk. ”

In the world before the root crosses, the history of the Chinese people has proved countless times that there is an eternal truth.

It is not difficult to destroy a country or a force.

All it takes is one campaign.

There are roots, that is, to fight such a battle, to exterminate everything of the enemy.

More than 900,000 people, the daily consumption of military rations is an astronomical amount.

Under the urging and support of Qingfeng, the carriages transporting grain and grass used accelerated runes regardless of the loss, and kept going back and forth to various places to supply the needs of the army.

Under the support of abundant grain and grass, an army of more than 900,000 marched quickly in the rain.

"At this rate. ”

Aomine put his hands behind his back, his face a little dissatisfied.

He stepped on the flying sword with both feet and looked down at the soldiers who were hurrying away.

"To get to Baisha County, you have to wait at least half a month. ”

"Can't these people go faster?"

"Li Ruyun. ”

"In. ”

Behind Qingfeng's teaching, Li Ruyun, who was stepping on the body of the Xuantie Sword, immediately arched his hands when he heard this, and bowed respectfully.

"Let them speed up, don't stop and wait for the grain cart all the time, give me a day and night. ”

"It's really not good, change the two meals a day of their soldiers to one meal a day. ”

"Yes. (To be continued......)

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