Volume 1 Yan Yun Chaos Chapter 103 But for the king's sake (1)
Hearing Yang Wanli's words, the clan leaders, priests and Duosi (the special name for generals among the barbarians) all nodded.
In the past, Yanbei was able to resist the barbarians because of the checks and balances between these tribes. Now that they share the same hatred and support, how can they be invincible?
Feng Muyun, the most capable fighter in Yanbei, was shrinking Yanyun with an army of 400,000 people under their offensive. What effect would some reinforcements have if they come now?
Besides, from the beginning of the war to the present, when has Mr. Yang said the wrong thing or made a wrong judgment?
The power of Candleshade may be a problem, but that is also because the Kuhara people who guard Candleshade Witch are lax and careless.
If I had listened to my husband and let the Manyin people protect the Zhuyin Witch, I would never have suffered such a defeat.
The so-called reinforcements are just an increase in the number of skulls hanging around the waist or neck.
"Sir, I only need to lead my troops to wipe out the Yanbei reinforcements in the northeast." A dark-skinned woman said.
When they heard someone asking for a fight, other ethnic groups were not to be outdone and followed suit.
Domagan frowned and stopped: "Nonsense, Mr. Yang has his own judgment on what to do. There is no need for you to make another noise and affect Mr. Yang's thoughts."
Domagan is the high priest of the barbarian tribe. Before that, his status was second only to the barbarian Great Ming Gong and some clan leaders in the Void Realm. His words were naturally very weighty, and the noise of the disputes in the scene began to gradually decrease and eventually disappeared.
Many people looked at Domagan with different expressions.
Barbarians are unruly, and Domagan is no exception.
Why is he so convinced of Yang Wanli?
Yang Wanli glanced at Domagan and knew what he was thinking, but he had no intention of exposing it.
After this situation, the barbarians are of no use to him, so why bother arguing about it?
The grassland that Doma is willing to miss is just a link in his chess game. Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need for him to destroy such a useful chess piece because of some people's calculations.
"Don't worry about them. Their purpose is not to attack my retreat or sneak attacks. If I predict correctly, their purpose is to enter the city. If I order them to go down, all the barbarians on their way can intercept them, but there is no need.
We specially changed our military deployment for them."
"Enter the city? At this time, if they want to enter the city, wouldn't they help us open the Yanyun City Gate?" the giant clan leader asked.
Now the focus of the barbarians is to break the city. The reason why the giants are at the front is to use the giants' natural power and height to reduce the damage caused by the defensive equipment on the city to ordinary barbarians. If someone can help them open the city
Door, isn’t that God’s help?
"The city gates on all four sides have self-destruction mechanisms. If we force the door to be breached, the gate's self-destruction mechanism will be activated. Since this game is a must-win game, why should we increase casualties?" Yang Wanli explained gently.
"Then why do we need to send reinforcements over?" The woman who had previously asked for a fight also asked.
"I'm not letting them go, I'm just trying to weaken our opponents as much as possible while retaining our maximum strength. It's still unknown whether the thousands of people coming from the northeast can rush to the city." Yang Wanli replied.
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Everyone in the room felt that there was something wrong, but they couldn't say it directly, so they all focused on Domagan.
Domagan was silent for a while and asked: "Did Sir already know that reinforcements would come from the northeast?"
Yang Wanli thought to himself that the barbarians were not all idiots. He smiled and said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.
Domagan said: "I have been fighting with Feng Muyun for many years. It is impossible to hide this strategy from him."
Yang Wanli still didn't speak.
When Domagan saw this, he stopped talking and waved his hand to signal others to be calm.
"In that case, let's look forward to Master Yang's clever plan."
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Yanyun Ximen.
The Ximen battlefield has the smallest number of people, but it is definitely the loudest and most tragic.
Feng Muyun's judgment about Xu Hai was correct. Their individual strength was extremely strong. Even the weakest cult disciples had the strength of the middle Hunyuan realm. Supplemented by the evil cult techniques, they could deal with three or five upper Hunyuan realms and even Hui Hui.
The state of mind of the Yanbei soldiers was not surprising.
But at the same time, the number of Xu Hai's disciples who invaded was not large, only about five thousand, and these people worked in their own camps, and there was basically no cooperation or joint operation. After the battle, although Ximen's casualties were tragic, in the end it was still
Not a single cult disciple was allowed to set foot on the tower.
The battle situation was originally very anxious. Even the strong Void Realm masters on Xu Hai's side could not break through the joint defense formation of Tiewei and Tieyu in a short period of time.
With the arrival of people from the northwest, the war situation has quietly changed.
Xu Hai's disciples were already in disarray, but even the small advantage they had now made them miserable. I don't know how many harsh words they said and how many complaints they made in the past two days.
Harsh words and complaints are signs of exhaustion, regardless of body or mind.
After fighting like this, they are physically and mentally exhausted. If possible, they would like to go south to encircle and suppress those big cities that are not strong in combat power but have more people. Their strength will grow faster and the risk will be lower.
Unlike now, even if a few soldiers of the Yanbei Army are killed, the wind and sand formation will still lock their flesh, blood and soul, unable to make them grow at all.
What's even more annoying is that the guards on the tower didn't care about their feelings at all, and cremated all the corpses last night! Not even a drop of blood or a bone was left to them.
No matter how powerful the evil cult's technique is, it is impossible to absorb the ashes.
Thinking of this, today's offensive by the cult disciples is not strong in the first place, even if the elders of each pavilion personally supervise the battle, it will be of no avail.
This desperate mood of war reached its peak when Yan Hui arrived, especially Hanhai's Iron Blood Battalion, which was already known for its domineering fighting style. At this moment, the formation of the Iron Blood Battalion turned into a bloody tiger, and under Yan Hui's control, it was like
Like a dragon entering the sea, it charged into Xu Hai's camp. Even though the cult disciples used their most powerful techniques or magical weapons, they still suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the Blood Tiger.
Some disciples in the Hunyuan realm were devoured by the blood tiger before they even reacted.
Several cult elders from the Enlightening Realm rushed over angrily, but they ran away in panic after meeting the eyes of the bloody tiger.
"Death to you evil beast!" Finally, a strong man in the Void Realm couldn't sit still and stopped in front of the Xuehu himself.
"You deserve to die!" Xuehu roared up to the sky and pounced forward.
The strong man in the Void Dao Realm should be from Soul-Spelling Pavilion. He faced the majestic offensive of the Blood Tiger without changing his expression and coldly snorted: "How dare you try your best with a small skill! Break it for me!"
The Soul-Self Pavilion technique was already miraculous for this kind of battle formation. Yan Hui, who was controlling the battle formation, felt a sharp energy directly penetrated the blood tiger's sea of consciousness and stabbed at him, and he couldn't help but let out an angry roar.
It's an angry shout, but it's also the sound of swallows.
His body suddenly retreated a few feet, and then reappeared in the same place.
The two first-level lieutenants who were originally beside him died unexpectedly, as if their souls had been extracted from them. Although there were no external injuries, their faces were pale and their eyes were closed tightly and they fell to the ground.
Yan Hui was a little scared. If he hadn't used Yan Hui at the critical moment, he would have ended up with the same fate.
Fortunately, the strong man in the Void Dao Realm condensed his spiritual consciousness in order to penetrate the formation. If not, no matter how much he used Yan Hui, he would definitely die without a burial place.
In addition to fear, there is also deep anger.
During the rescue process, he passed through several large cities and saw the tragic conditions in those cities. Many people among them died in this way, presumably because they died under the Soul-Spell Pavilion's technique.
After learning a lesson, he stood firm in the sea of consciousness, controlled the battle formation and rushed towards the virtual master.
The Xu Dao expert from Soul-Self Pavilion frowned and said coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
A pale palm stretched out from the wide dark black robe, with dozens of dark air masses lingering on it. The air masses flew rapidly and attacked the blood tiger.
Although Yan Hui has full confidence in the Iron Blood Battalion battle formation, Yan Hui does not intend to take over these air masses forcefully.
Even if we can continue, how many soldiers will die?
These soldiers were raised by their mothers and fathers. They were personally handed over to Yan Hui's hands. How could they die in such a vain way?
The blood tiger dodged several air masses in succession.
The air mass fell on the white snow and rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption, blasting out several large craters with a radius of several feet.
The blood tiger suffered some scratches and lost hundreds of soldiers in an instant, as if they had evaporated, not even the corpses were left behind.
Such casualties made Yan Hui's eyes turn red.
"Are you crazy! Are these disciples at risk of their lives?" At this moment, other strong men in the Void Dao Realm blocked the Void Dao of the Soul-Selfing Pavilion.
Xu Dao from Soul-Self Pavilion frowned, but ultimately did not take action.
The majesty of a Taoist great creature cannot be provoked. He has not been treated with such hostility for a long time, so he suddenly became more aggressive.
Seeing that the Xu Dao strongman in the Soul-Self Pavilion calmed down, the person who spoke out to dissuade him said: "This little friend, I am the great elder of the Weeping Blood Pavilion. When blood is cold, I watched your battle formation, but you wept blood with me.
The pavilions are somewhat similar, I wonder if you have any intention of joining my Weeping Blood Pavilion?"
Yan Hui looked at him coldly and said nothing.
This old man who claimed to have a cold blood had no intention of taking action, and he was happy to see the results. His level was still a bit low, and some killing moves took time to be launched.
Not getting a response from Yan Hui, Xue Jianhan was not discouraged and continued: "Yan Bei will be destroyed, why do you bother to bury him with him? Why don't you join me in the Weeping Blood Pavilion. With your qualifications, you can destroy it in a short time."
environment and become the Taoist path for me."
Yan Hui's brows wrinkled slightly.
He originally had a Chinese character face, but now he frowned, looking even more majestic.
"When will you mice who only dare to nest in Xu Hai become qualified to teach this general how to do things?" Yan Hui said with a cold face, "Besides, do you think that my huge Yan Bei really can't find a few false ideas?
A strong person in this realm?"
Hearing Yan Hui's insult to Qixue Pavilion, Xue Jianhan also frowned slightly and said coldly: "Those false ways that my little friend talked about have been killed by us in Fengcang City!"
In order to reduce the suspicion of the court, most of the people in Yanbei suppressed their own realm. Some people missed the opportunity to break through the realm and could no longer find the right path. Others still found it difficult to find good opportunities despite all kinds of suppression, so they had to
He does not travel far away from home, so it is rare for people with strong Tao realms to be in Yanbei.
But it's not nothing.
The two deputy castle masters in Shenwei Castle are both in the virtual realm.
They all died in Fengcang City.
He died in the hands of the two old men in front of him.
Yan Hui was silent for a while, and then said with some relief, "If that's the case, then just go die!"