The army was very excited. Wu Anbang had never been so happy since the battle. He excitedly stepped forward to grab Mu Qianyu's hand, but he was shocked to realize something was wrong when he was almost there.
"Mr. Mu, it is thanks to you and this knight that we have retreated from the enemy this time." Wu Anbang said and nodded slightly to Beichen Ye behind her.
"It's all what a humble job should do." Mu Qianyu still couldn't bring up the mood to celebrate, so he said a few words briefly and took Xiaoruo back to the mansion.
Beside the bed, Beichen Ye briefly explored Xiao Ruo's body, turned to Mu Qianyu and said, "The situation is good, let her rest quietly for a while."
"I'm afraid of any accidents, so I'd better stay safe." Mu Qianyu insisted. She saw the impact of the black tower's power with her own eyes, and felt very uneasy.
Beichen Ye took her upper body and walked out. When she resisted, he patted her back and said, "Let's see her later."
"Why? You doctors can't lie. You have to tell the truth." Mu Qianyu almost summoned the weapon spirit to diagnose.
"She will recover later." Beichen Ye replied calmly.
"ah?"
"Although it is said that the physique of a super-grade spiritual root is comparable to that of a giant dragon, it is still not as good as a real dragon." Beichenye said and looked at her again: "Xiaoruo's body is stronger than yours, and his recovery ability is also stronger, and
You gave me a top-notch healing elixir, how could it not be cured?"
"Uh, that's it." Mu Qianyu realized that he had made a false alarm, and turned to the confused Xiaoruo and said, "Go to bed quickly, my sister will ask the kitchen to prepare food for you, and I will see you later."
"oh."
Xiaoruo agreed in a daze. According to her own feelings, it seemed that she could go to the ground now. She was a dragon, not so delicate.
However, she had no choice but to rest when her master told her to lie down.
Mu Qianyu personally ran to the kitchen, took out a bag of spirit stones to reward the cooks, and then personally watched the purchased ingredients and the cooks cooking.
The cooks all worked meticulously, very quickly and conscientiously, not because the spiritual stone given by Mu Qianyu was tempting. It was because of the blood all over her body, just smelling it from a distance made her spine shiver.
How many people have to be killed?
However, Mu Qianyu felt much more relaxed when she heard the news about Xiao Ruo's recovery. She was also very warm and polite to others, and her beautiful face was full of smiles.
However, she became even more unpredictable like this. Each one of them was trembling with fear but had to smile back. The cooks were under a lot of pressure.
In the end, Beichenye couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her back to the room to take a shower.
At this moment, Wu Anbang was discussing the next move with his generals. The Daxia army was deep into Daxuan territory. This great victory was by no means their last battle. They needed to find a way to completely defeat the hundreds of thousands of troops.
Drive away from the realm of Daxuan.
Wu Anbang formulated a plan that afternoon, and at the same time sent more than a dozen messengers to contact the troops who had been defeated and scattered in various places, and prepared for a joint pursuit.
Even though Daxia still has an absolute numerical advantage, if the leader dies in battle, the morale of the army will be lost, so taking action at this time will have a miraculous effect.
Mu Qianyu was called to the meeting hall in the evening. By then she had already changed into a light green dress, with a relaxed smile on her face, and she looked like a girl next door.
"Generals." She cupped her fists slightly.
Everyone showed respect. When she took action, these people knew in their hearts that she was indeed capable of rising to the top based on her strength. It was simply untenable to rely on men's arguments.
Even Zhou Bin, the former deputy governor, was trembling with fear. Seeing how she was killing people in front of the battle, he had no doubt that this person would kill him just because she was unhappy.
It's really fierce.
Wu Anbang briefly explained his plan and asked: "What do people in Mu think?"
"You are in a humble position and don't know the art of war. From a superficial perspective, the general's plan is excellent." Mu Qianyu paused after saying this, and then continued:
"It's just that I don't understand one thing about my humble position. Our pursuit will inevitably pass through flat ground. If the enemy army regains its strength and turns to attack at this time, and 500,000 people fight against 200,000 people, do we have any chance of winning?"
"I can't say there is a chance of victory, but my army is ready to fight. This requires the cooperation of Mr. Mu." Wu Anbang said.
Mu Qianyu knew in her heart that she had thought about it a long time ago. It seemed that she was worrying too much.
Then Wu Anbang dismissed everyone, and when he and Mu Qianyu were the only two people in the meeting hall, he said: "Master Mu, the battle formation requires a ninth-grade spiritual weapon or above as the formation eye. I wonder if Master Mu can control the black
Ta, where is the host formation?"
"Your Excellency needs the Black Tower to be easy to handle, but the humble position does not lead to the battle formation, and the Black Tower's humble position has not yet recognized its owner, so I might as well give it to you first." Mu Qianyu was willing to accept the favor.
Wu Anbang's turbid old eyes lit up and he asked: "Is Mr. Mu really willing?"
"It is the duty of eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor. At this time of life and death, we and other officials of the imperial court should dedicate ourselves to the emperor. Why should we be reluctant to part with a spiritual weapon." Mu Qianyu said in a very upright and awe-inspiring manner.
Upon hearing this, Wu Anbang slammed the table and said, "Okay, I didn't expect you, Mr. Mu, to be so proud at such a young age. If you were a man, I would really want to have a drink with you."
"Another day, another day to treat me with humiliation." Mu Qianyu felt that he should choose a time when Beichen Ye was not around.
Mu Qianyu did not hand over the black tower to Wu Anbang that day, because she had heard from the weapon spirit that the black tower was made of excellent material, but the person who made the weapon was not very good at it, and it did not exert the power that the material should have.
So he planned to refine it again and engrave the formation again.
Qi Ling was busy working on this matter that night, while the forwards in Yecheng had already left the city, and the rest were packing their bags and leaving at dawn.
Mu Qianyu lay on the bed and told Wu Anbang's plan, and said: "This is our last good night's sleep. I think we should cherish it."
"Well, will you sleep more soundly if I hold you?" Beichen Ye asked, lying next to her.
Mu Qianyu couldn't wait to get into his arms, rubbed her face against his chest and said, "Of course, with your breath here, I won't even dream."
"rhetoric."
"Hey, do you like to hear it?"
"Yeah." Bei Chenye raised a smile on his lips: "Go to sleep."
Mu Qianyu couldn't help but kiss him on the lips again, and said: "Xiao Yeye, I really think you are more and more cute."
"If you keep messing around, don't sleep tonight." Beichenye kissed him heavily in return, with a somewhat dark and unclear atmosphere in his words.
Mu Qianyu subconsciously wanted to tease him, but thinking about the hard march that would begin tomorrow, she honestly shut up and went to sleep.