Looking at Chu Yu, who looked older than him, Yuan Qingshan was silent in place, but in the end he did not continue talking, but just turned around and left.

But there was a fighting spirit that soared into the sky.

"He's looking for you."

The Confucian scholar suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Qingshan, mechanically conveyed what he needed to say, and turned around and left.

Yuan Qingshan followed him without saying a word and walked down the city gate and came to a relatively desolate suburb.

"Why don't you go up?"

Looking at Yu Mo sitting in a wheelchair, Yuan Qingshan spoke softly.

Yu Mo still had a smile on his lips: "Go up and blow their morale?"

"I guess now, the soldiers in the reserve service also hate me very much. After all, I am the only one in the human race who does not trust them."

"I still have this self-knowledge."

Yu Mo obviously didn't want to talk more about this topic, and then spoke: "My idea is to draw all troops in the next battle to guard the Demon Sword Pass."

"all?"

Yuan Qingshan decisively grasped the main point of the topic and asked in surprise.

"Um."

"After two major battles, I can probably understand the opponent's coach's idea."

"What it wants in this battle is not to break through the human city gate and destroy the human race, but to use the human race as a whetstone to pave the way for itself and cultivate its own power."

"The time before Dawn Pass was it's the answer to the demon god behind him."

"Next, the Demon-Suppressing Pass will be the absolute main battlefield. It is where it is used to make meritorious contributions. It will not touch the other three passes, nor dare to touch them."

"If the human race is broken this time, the battlefield will rise to a higher level. The human race Jiuju cannot watch the monsters invade and are forced to walk to the front of the stage. The demon gods hidden in the dark can be used to observe and make various plans for siege and killing through observation."

"In this way, the human race will be destroyed, but its eight-tailed fox will also become a pawn again."

"With its arrogance, it will not do this anyway."

"The other three passes must be safe and sound!"

Yu Mo calmly spoke his analysis, full of order.

Yuan Qingshan fell into deep thought and was reluctant to speak.

Yu Mo didn't urge him, just sat in a wheelchair, waiting quietly.

"Will the risk be too great to do this? It's a bit of a bet."

"If we lose the bet, or if you guess the inner heart of the eight-tailed fox, we humans will face unprecedented disasters."

After a long time, Yuan Qingshan looked at Yu Mo with a serious face and said seriously.

"But if we don't gamble, how many more people will we die in this battle?"

"Authentic, the eight-tailed fox will not completely break through us, but equally, it will not mind letting us die more, or allowing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of monsters to invade our human race, causing us to be in a hurry."

"This is also a good thing for it. After all, we are just whetstones, and whetstones should not become sharp."

"If this battle is won and the casualties are greatly reduced, we can get a chance to breathe again, and what we need now is time."

"The bet will lose, the decisive battle will come, do it, and you'll get it over after the bet."

"What do you think?"

Even though he analyzed the possibility of losing a bet, Yu Mo still looked like he was not happy or sad, and his voice was calm.

But Yuan Qingshan's face became more and more serious and entangled.

This bet was too expensive, even so great that even the new leader of the Mo Pavilion could not make a decision.

"This reason is not enough to convince me."

In the end, Yuan Qingshan shook his head seriously.

"If..."

"What about adding this?"

Yu Mo was not surprised by Yuan Qingshan's decision. He flipped through his pocket, took out a stack of information, and handed it to Yuan Qingshan.

Yuan Qingshan looked at the strings of words in the information, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his hands holding the document became slightly trembling.

"Is the news accurate?"

He raised his head anxiously, looked at Yu Mo, and asked nervously but expectantly.

"Ninety percent."

"I think my speculation is correct."

Yu Mo nodded gently: "So, we need more time, even if it's only a few years..."

Yuan Qingshan's breathing became heavy, and he held the document in his hand tightly.

About a few minutes later, when he raised his head again, there were already dense red bloodshots in his eyes, as if he had made a decision, and he gritted his teeth: "I... agree with your thoughts!"

"Domes, Dawn Pass, and Ghost Pass, 70% of the troops were drawn to support the Demon-Suppressing Pass!"

"At the same time, the city guard departments, the demon pavilion, and the light group...everyone who reaches the Four Awakenings will draw 80% to pass the pass."

"The four major frontier troops have also drawn half of their troops."

"Since you want to bet, just bet bigger."

"This time, no matter what, I will make the demon world honest for a few years!"

Yuan Qingshan wanted to grit his teeth and made this decision with difficulty.

Yu Mo smiled: "This is an extremely correct decision. As long as it can last for the human race for several years... maybe, the future will be bright."

"I have to go and say to Lao Qi, he is also the head of Mo Pavilion."

Even now, Yuan Qingshan couldn't calm down. After all, he had just made a decision that made him frightened. He soared into the sky and hurried towards Poxiao Pass.

Yu Mo looked at Yuan Qingshan's departure back in the sky and was a little lost for a moment.

"I haven't come back for so long for the rest of my life. I won't really die in the swamp pool..."

"You can't really put your hope on the poisonous fruits."

"If this battle is won..."

"I..."

"Better than your son."

Yu Mo withdrew his gaze: "Confucian scholar, push me back to Mo City."

"You said you went back to Mocheng last time, but you ended up going back."

The Confucian scholar stood up and spoke in dissatisfaction.

Yu Mo's gentle and light pussy dissipated instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "I will definitely go back to Mocheng this time."

"Oh..."

The Confucian scholar, with an inexplicable smile, didn't know if it was a sarcasm, so he pushed Yu Mo away.

With this moment...

The third battle, or this decisive battle, is on the chessboard.

Win or lose...

It's all in one thought.

One wrong step, one wrong step, one broken into pieces.
Chapter completed!