Xigu Pass, military camp, and sunset is everywhere.

Chen Jingzhi walked with silver armor. In addition to more than a dozen personal soldiers, he only had the subordinate general Zhao Qingxia and Feng Jinkui, who followed him from Taiming to the north.

Chen Jingyi asked in a low voice as he walked, "What's the situation outside the city?"

The dark-skinned strong man Feng Jinkui said in a muffled voice, "The beacon towers and cavalry scouts that were spread outside the city were scattered and the number of people less than 100 people have been withdrawn. The war damages of all personnel were not large, but there were many injured. The Westerners may be waiting for us to withdraw people. General, why don't we..."

Chen Jingyi raised his hand, and Feng Jinkui swallowed the words afterwards back into his stomach, "Person Zhao, what do you think?"

Zhao Qingxia was not far or near at the left half of Chen Jingzhi, and he never spoke. He heard Chen Jingzhi's question and answered without any rush, "This situation has not happened in the western battlefield in previous years. This time, the number of powerful demon clans dispatched by the Western Yi has been very large. We are not opponents from point-to-point battles. Unless the good players from all over our general formation dispersed and reorganized into multiple small teams, it is impossible to rob all the beacon strongholds. But if they are not robbed, this defense line on the western battlefield has changed from a line to a point, and the communication between major defensive strongholds is inconvenient. Once a certain place is raided by the Western Yi army and the surrounding strongholds are not enough to provide assistance, there may be a gap in the defense line."

Chen Jingzhi nodded and asked, "General Zhao thought we needed to select the best players in the army to form multiple strong teams to connect the various defense strongholds into a line?"

"I think it's not possible," Zhao Qingxia shook his head. "The defense line in the western battlefield seems very long and very coherent, but in fact it still has a point-shaped defense strategy with several military towns as the core. The military station or food supply lines are targeted by these military towns. The defense strongholds between military towns are just tentacles scattered between military towns, so as to better deal with a small number of people or monsters who try to cross the border on weekdays. Now, these tentacles are forced to be retracted, which may seem a bit frustrating, but in fact it does not affect the defense ability of the entire defense line in the western battlefield to deal with the invasion of the demon army. If all the good players in our general formation pick out a scattered queue, it will directly reduce the combat effectiveness of the entire army. Once the Western barbarian army attacks a certain military town at this moment, it will be really troublesome."

Feng Jinkui, who had already heard impatiently, was immediately annoyed and couldn't help but say, "You are the one who picks out the good players to form the queue, and you are the one who can't pick out the good players to form the queue. Zhao General Zhao, what do you want us to do?!"

Chen Jingzhi frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Feng Jinkui. The latter couldn't help but shrink his neck, muttering something no one could hear, and turned his head and looked away.

Chen Jingzhi ignored him, but turned around and apologized at Zhao Qingxia, "General Zhao doesn't have to pay attention to him. I already understand what you mean. The strongholds outside the military town can be given up in a short time. You only need to form one or two cavalry teams with masters in charge to and from various military towns every day to ensure that the information between military towns is smooth and will not delay the overall situation of the defense line. General Zhao has been operating the western battlefield for many years, and wants to have a backup plan to deal with various emergencies. Jingzhi first comes, and needs more advice from General Zhao."

Zhao Qingxia smiled and stood back and saluted, "I dare not be the general's 'instructions' for the matters of my subordinates."

Chen Jingzhi also smiled, turned around and pulled Zhao Qingxia's arm and said, "What's wrong with the young master?"

Chen Jingzhi's casual pull was somewhat beyond Zhao Qingxia's expectations. After he was slightly stunned, he walked side by side with Chen Jingzhi. "General Luo has been sleepless and has been guarding the young master's door these days. Wangchuan sword cultivator and Taoist Cangyan who followed him also gathered in front and behind the yard. In addition to the blood cavalry, his subordinates also arranged some manpower around the yard, so there is no problem with safety."

Chen Jingzhi nodded, "Young Master is only nineteen years old now."

"Yes," Zhao Qingxia sighed softly, and then smiled, "If the young master can really break through this big bottleneck to achieve the four realms of divination, then the six realms of divination will be imaginable. I have been away from the county for many years... the young master."

"In today's chaotic times, Lijun really needs such a strong and strong man named Luo," Chen Jingzhi said casually, "but no matter whether the young master can break through that big bottleneck this time, the people of Cangyan should know about him defending Xigu Pass with Cangyan's army when the Western Barbarians were invading."

Zhao Qingxia nodded, "Not every young man dares to stand on the border to guard the country's gates for the people. The general's words must be arranged properly."

"The same is true in the army, but it's more natural, I think..." Before Chen Jingzhi finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at a yard not far away. There, the violent momentum fluctuations were like flames burning at close range. He immediately accelerated his pace and said to Feng Jinkui as he walked, "Akui, take the Wushu out of the military camp, I'm worried that something might happen in the East City."

Feng Jinkui shouted yes, and then ran away with a chuckle.

Chen Jingzhi and the others ignored him and went straight to the yard. As soon as they entered it, they saw that there were already people standing there, including the old coachman Luo Jiang and Siqi, two Wangchuan sword cultivators, Luo Changgong, the blood cavalry general, as well as the female Taoist priest of the Cangyan Sword Sect and another middle-aged man who looked like the Cangyan Taoist priest.

Everyone just stood quietly outside the room, waiting for the final result.

Chen Jingzhi and the others asked the commander's personal soldiers to guard outside the yard. They walked to the old coachman and said hello and waited there.

The red light in the room became more and more intense, and the scorching breath made the air in the yard sway.

But before the movement in the room became weaker, an explosion came from the direction of Xigu Guandong City, and the sound of golden swords fighting appeared and faintly made the atmosphere in the yard solemn and solemn.

Chen Jingzhi exchanged a look with Zhao Qingxia, and the latter quietly left the yard.

"General Chen, do you need me to wait for action?" The middle-aged Taoist priest standing next to the young female Taoist looked at Dongfang and turned his head to ask Chen Jingzhi's way.

Chen Jingzhi smiled and shook his head.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stopped talking.

After a moment of work, the red light in the room suddenly stopped, and the originally burning yard was immediately soaked by the cold air coming from all directions. Siqi stared at the old coachman with wide eyes, but before she could ask anything, she turned around and stared at the room!

A breath that was more hotter than before rose to the sky, but it was not as manic as before, but it was gathered together!

A sharp red sword light exploded through the roof, pointing straight to the sky five or six meters high, then flew away, slashed a trace of residual clouds and returned to the sky above the courtyard. In the sword light, a pitch-black sword buzzed endlessly, as if it was a spirit!

Siqi grabbed the old coachman's sleeve and cried with joy.

On the other side, a face was always like a young female road in a thousand years of glaciers, blooming like a lotus...
Chapter completed!