The soldiers of the Martial Arts Empire let out cheers of victory, danced and raised their swords high to express their victory in this war.
This was their first major victory in the war with the Ling Kingdom, and they killed more than 100,000 of the opponent's soldiers without dying, which completely boosted their morale.
They raised their weapons high and raised their shields to the sky, shouting wildly.
A rare smile appeared on Mo Xie's face. This tactic was something he had never thought of because no one could do it.
Mo Wuxie's heart was full of contradictions. These people died because of him, which made him feel very uncomfortable. These were friendly forces who would fight against the unknown legion in the future, but now they could only fight in the hands of their own people. This desolation was only for him.
clear.
The Peijiang River is about three miles wide and about fifty meters deep. It is once again filled with blue water. It flows endlessly, and the water splashes surge into the distance. The sun rises and shines on the water, reflecting the stars, making it look peaceful.
Peijiang once again became a natural danger for the confrontation between the two armies.
The soldiers of the Martial Arts Empire immediately launched a huge celebration, which further stimulated the soldiers' passionate emotions. Only when their morale is inflated can they explode with terrifying power.
The morale was unprecedentedly strong, which made Mo Xie extremely excited.
In the handsome tent, Moye's family sat quietly, and the earth-shattering excitement outside did not affect them at all.
Mo Yan praised: "Fifth brother, your tactics are so amazing. I just don't understand, how did you do it?"
Mo Wuxie smiled bitterly and said, "This is the realm. Brother, you will know it in the future!"
Moye drank the shochu with satisfaction and said happily: "This is the first great victory. The morale of the soldiers is high. I think we need to pursue the victory!"
Mo Wuxie said: "We need enough ships to cross the Peijiang River, but how many ships are there?"
Mo Xie smiled and said: "Recruit all the fishing villages near Peijiang!"
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said: "This method is not advisable, but I have a good way!"
Mo Yan and Mo Xie suddenly looked at him with expressions of interest.
Mo Wuxie said: "Use the red cannon to fire a few shots at the upper reaches. Hehe, think about it, the water of Peijiang will spread to the north of Peijiang, and there will definitely be flooding. We don't need to fight, Lingguo will be defeated and withdraw its troops.
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They were all surprised, but they didn't expect to use water tactics.
Moye asked: "They just experienced a flood, can it still work?"
Mo Wuxie said with an evil smile: "The tactics are not non-reusable. They will definitely not think that we will attack with water now, so this is our chance. Even if they think of it, it will be okay, because now we control the home court.
Instead of them, they can only respond hastily."
Moye slapped the table and said with a smile: "Okay, that's it, but we don't have a red cannon!"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "I will deal with the red cannons. It's just a pity for me that the opponent's commander lost his fighter plane. If they get enough ships and use the red cannons to cover up, it will be impossible to cross the Peijiang River."
It's not difficult, but now we have to use this method. Dad, you have to find ships as soon as possible, the more the better, we want to take back the lost ground!"
Mo Wuxie came to the upper reaches again. There were still 50,000 defenders stationed here, but on the opposite side, no more defenders had been sent over at this time.
What Mo Wuxie wanted was the time difference, giving them no time to react.
He was convinced that Angelina would not have thought that the army of the martial arts empire, which was enjoying a revelry, would suddenly launch another strategy.
He threw all twelve red cannons out of the tomb of the gods and landed with a crash.
One of these skills was naturally obtained from the Zhantan tribe a long time ago.
He filled each cannon with an eight-level magic core, aimed it in the direction, and then controlled it with divine power, triggering the mechanisms of the twelve red cannons at the same time.
Twelve rays of extreme red light left the barrel and shot towards a point.
This point is to change the falling path of the water on the snow mountain. As long as this point is shortened and the water channel is changed, the water will flow to the north of Peijiang. At that time, the north of Peijiang will be plunged into a flood.
disaster.
When the Martial Arts Empire's army retreated, all civilians north of Peijiang had already evacuated the interior. Therefore, no matter how floods occurred, there was no threat to the Martial Arts Empire.
As long as this war is won, water can still be introduced into the Peijiang River again. At that time, the north of the Peijiang River can still be transformed again.
How bold a person is and how big his shovel is.
He is now very bold and uses alternative tactics eclectically. However, at this time, this tactic is most suitable.
He didn't know how much water there was in this huge snow-capped mountain, but according to his estimation, the water supplying the Peijiang River continued to flow, and it wouldn't be able to finish it even in a year.
Boom!
Due to the collective explosion, the twelve rumblings were almost just one rumbling sound, but they fell at twelve different points.
The mountain collapsed, immediately changing the ravine.
The water in the snowy mountains immediately left its original trajectory and flowed north of the Peijiang River instead of following the newly rebuilt river channel. Only a small part still fell into the Peijiang River.
The current is very strong, but it rolls away in an instant...
Putting away the twelve cannons, he returned to the military camp again.
Now, it depends on God's punishment.
Mo Yan had already gone to collect ships, leaving only Mo Xie.
Moye and his wife were so in love together, and the victory of this war was no longer important to them.
Mo Yan looked at Mo Wuxie who was walking in and said, "Are you all ready?"
Mo Wuxie nodded and said, "Dad, this war will be over soon. What are your plans?"
His words made Mo Yan startled. He showed a hint of sadness and said, "I think I'll just die in the imperial capital. I don't want to go either!"
Mo Wuxie could tell that this was not his real thought and said, "Dad, why did you leave the family in the first place?"
Moye looked at him for a long time, then looked at his wife, sighed, and said: "It seems that you already know a lot of things. In this case, I will tell you. Back then, the clan leader carried me behind his back and separated me from the Jiange people.
A woman made a marriage contract, but I already fell in love with your mother, so I didn't agree to the marriage, so I left the family without any hesitation, and I didn't want the marriage because we have a feud with Jiange."
Mo Wuxie smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, do you know that Qinghe is the daughter of the master of Jiange Pavilion?"
Mo Xie sighed again and said: "Dad didn't know this before, but he found out later. Since you and Qinghe have no suspicion and are in love, then dad also supports your own ideas. Man, do whatever you want."
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Mo Wuxie was finally relieved. If his father didn't agree to marry Qing He, it would be really difficult to handle. Since his father was so open-minded, everything would be fine.
"Dad, after the war is over, I will let us return to our clan gloriously!"
After saying that, he walked out.
When the fallen leaves return to their roots, Mo Wuxie never knew that his father still cares about his family very much. As a son, he has to share his father's worries. As a son, he should do things that his father cannot propose or do on his father's behalf.
The soldiers' celebration was over. Two hours later, Mo Yan returned, bringing a large number of ship ropes.