Therefore, regardless of whether the North and South Army is willing or unwilling, in this extreme position, the Terran army will have to fight to the death with the Mo Clan. No matter what the price is, the Mo Clan must be intercepted, and they must not be allowed to rush to the King City to interfere with the strategy of the East and West Army. .
If the Mo Clan breaks through the defenses of the North and South Army and rushes to the Royal City, then the plans of the East and West Army may be disrupted, and in serious cases, there may be a situation of being attacked back and forth. If this is the case, everything will stop.
The two armies of Dayan, the Eastern and Western Armies have their own mission, which is to attack the King City, and the Northern and Southern Army also have their own missions.
Blocking the reinforcements of the Dayanmo tribe is the only thing they have to do, and it must be done.
The confrontation this month is not because the North and South forces are delaying time, but by trying to weaken the Mozu army.
After all, the army of 500,000 is not a small number, and the North and South Army's appetite is not that big to eat.
In January, even though the traps arranged in advance were used to confront the Mo army several times, the effect still did not meet expectations.
The Mo army has now been reduced by two to thirty percent, but there are still nearly 400,000. For the North and South Army, it is very difficult to stop such an army dedicated to assisting the King City!
"This battle is different from the past. Many people may die." Mi Jinglun looked up at Ouyang Lie.
Ouyang Lie said nonchalantly: "My generation of soldiers, are you still afraid of death? This result was already foreseen when the Dayan Army was founded, and I believe that the soldiers also have this consciousness."
Mi Jinglun nodded and said: "But the battlefield wins or loses, we still pay attention to strength, a little strategy is just the icing on the cake."
Ouyang Lie said impatiently: "Don't want to exaggerate others' ambitions, just say how to fight, where to fight, just keep it simple, I don't understand too much."
Mi Jinglun laughed bitterly, then fell silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "If you want to win this battle, there is only one way."
"What way?" Everyone looked up at him.
Mi Jinglun said solemnly: "The priority is to kill the opponent's high-level combat power. It is best to kill a few domain owners or eighth-rank Mo disciple at the beginning of the war. This will make the Mo tribe army jealous. The Lords are messed up, so... My North and South military might intercept them."
When the words fell, everyone was silent.
It is not that simple to kill the domain master and the eighth-rank Motu. Even though the strength of the eighth-rank general towns is better than that of the domain master or the 8-rank Motu, it is easy to get the upper hand when fighting, and it is easy to divide life and death. difficult.
If you really want to do this, the price paid by the North and South Army will definitely not be too small.
Mi Jinglun didn't speak thoroughly, but how could everyone at the scene know what he meant
The danger of this battle is different from any previous battle.
The North and South Army also blocked the Mo people at Dayan Pass from rushing to help the King City. However, the situation in the King City was not too tense at that time. Therefore, the Mo domain masters did not have the determination to fight the human race. Withdraw Dayan.
Now it's different. The situation in the Mo King City is critical. Whenever there is a possibility, the domain masters will not give up. If they want to get rid of their thoughts, they can only use heavy hands and cruel hands.
Not only be cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to oneself.
Ouyang Lie laughed when he heard the words: "If there are countermeasures, why bother with such a frown, this is easy, the next battle I will take the lead, just find a domain lord to kill him."
Mi Jinglun looked at him, shook his head and said, "Brother Ouyang is the commander of the Dayan Southern Army, so you can't be in danger."
Ouyang Lie smiled and scolded: "Shit, I am a corps commander who knows neither strategy nor warfare, but I am reckless. It makes no difference if there is me or me. The North and South Army will have you in charge."
"Brother Ouyang..."
Before Mi Jinglun finished speaking, Ouyang Lie raised his hand and interrupted him: "Brother Mi shouldn't say more. He seemed so petty, so he just said that, my soldiers, are you still afraid of death? As the commander of the corps, since being the first on the top, anyhow, let's be a role model."
When his words fell, an elderly man stood up and stroked his beard: "The old man is a lot of age, and he has not many years to live. He always thinks that there will be a battle to end his life in the most brilliant way. Now this opportunity It's not bad, count me in the task of beheading the domain master!"
Mi Jinglun looked at the old man with emotion: "Senior Brother Cheng..."
This Senior Brother Cheng can almost be said to be his leader. When he first entered the battlefield of Mo with the sixth-rank Kaitian cultivation base, it was this Senior Brother Cheng who served as his captain, and he was saved in countless life and death battles. Well, if there is no senior brother, there is no other way.
After so many years, Senior Brother Cheng is no longer as vigorous as he was when he was young, but Zhu Mo's heart has not changed his original intention.
Senior Brother Cheng gave a solemn salute: "Cheng Mou invites the Mo clan domain master to kill a Mo clan domain master in the shortest time, and he will live up to the army commander's entrustment!"
Mi Jinglun gritted his teeth, the force on his fingers almost squeezed the feather fan that he had carried all the year round. It took a long while before he spit out a word from his throat with difficulty: "Quasi!"
Senior Brother Cheng smiled slightly: "Thanks to the commander of the army!"
When he was seated, another person stood up: "I have repaired a sword for five thousand years. When the sword is out, the domain master cannot stop it. Please fight the Mo tribe domain master!"
"allow!"
Another person got up, but it was a middle-aged woman who smiled and said: "The concubine body is not as capable as the two seniors, but the concubine body has also practiced a secret technique, which has never been used, this time it happens to be able to take the Mo clan master Come and try it, commander of the army, let me do it!"
"allow!"
"On the skill of desperation, I am not inferior to Wang Tian. I will fight the vanguard in this battle..."
"allow!"
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Every quasi-word uttered, Mi Jinglun seemed to be relieved of all his strength. He had been in charge of Dayan's Northern and Southern Army for more than a hundred years.
But he knew that it was impossible not to pay the price if he wanted to intercept the nearly 400,000 Mo people who were determined to rush to the royal city.
There was a rush of footsteps from outside, and a figure rushed in, clasping his fists and said: "My lords, the scouts are here to report, the Mo army is only an hour away from here."
Mi Jinglun's eyes shone brightly: "Sure enough, I came from here."
They had also inferred from which direction the Mo tribe army would march into the King’s City. Although Sting Zhuo felt that his marching route was erratic and the Human race was absolutely unable to grasp it, but in fact there are always some rules to be found, and these rules are attuned to his own habits. Connected, he himself didn't even notice, but in the eyes of the high-level human race, these laws can be the basis for inference.
Previously, Mi Jinglun and others had inferred several locations and directions, and finally felt that the Mozu army would pass by here the most possibility, but to be on the safe side, another destroyer was already waiting in another place.
In this way, if the Mo army passes by in another direction, the North and South Army can also move quickly.
If the Mo clan didn't pass in either direction, then the human clan would have to face them head-on.
At the moment, Human Race's luck is still good.
"If the order continues, the people on the other side can withdraw." Mi Jinglun ordered.
"Yes!" The messenger retired respectfully.
Mi Jinglun raised her head and looked at the eight-Rank: "The battle will begin, and you have already known many arrangements. Mi Mou only has one sentence to send."
He looked around, clasped his fists, and said in a concentrated voice: "Everyone treasure!"
Ouyang Lie grinned, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal to kill some Mo ass."
Mi Jinglun opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Ouyang Lie patted him on the shoulder and turned to the outsider. There was an hour of war and he had something to tell his ineffective, lazy disciple.
Many Eighth-Rank General Towns left one after another, and in the end only Mi Jinglun was left on the destroyer.
In a quiet hour, the information of the front scouts was continuously passed over here.
What surprised Mi Jinglun was that this time the Mo tribe army did not bypass the floating land zone where the human race was located, but rushed directly here.
It seems that the leader of the Mo clan should have realized something, otherwise he wouldn't be so bold.
This was a clever choice. In fact, the North and South Army did have arrangements near this floating land zone. No matter where the Mo people would pass by, they would inevitably encounter those traps.
Only by passing directly through the floating land zone can it be safe and sound.
However, in the floating land zone, there are northern and southern troops in ambush. With the help of floating land, the North and South Army can perfectly hide their figure, jump out to attack the Mo people at the best time, and can also make use of the complicated terrain on the floating land to make rounds.
It can be said that this floating land zone is the best battlefield in the face of a Mozu army dozens of times larger than its own. Now the Mozu army has rushed into the floating land zone, although it has successfully avoided the various traps arranged in advance by the human race. , But also chose a bad battlefield.
The concealment formations of the battleships are opened, and with the help of the floating land, the figure is hidden and the breath is hidden.
On the deck, Mi Jinglun watched the vanguard of the Mozu army enter the floating land with his own eyes. He said it was a pioneer, but in fact there were hundreds of thousands, and the remaining Mozu army followed closely behind.
Those who want to come to the leader of the Mo race also know that if the Human race is really ambushing here, the vanguard army is too small and will only be sent to death. Instead of this, it is better to drive straight in, so that the race will be jealous.
The queue of hundreds of thousands of troops is extremely long, one after another, one after another, the Mo people have entered the floating land.
Although scouts searched around, they found nothing.
Mi Jinglun slowly closed his eyes and waited quietly.
At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and he waved the feather fan forward, lightly and weakly.
However, when Lupin pointed forward, the quiet floating land instantly boiled.
The magical formations on the battleships were running, and various lights flickered from the corners of the floating land area, and the power of various secret arts and treasures blasted towards the Mo army.
The leader of the sting was obviously taken aback. According to his previous speculation, the floating land area should be extremely safe, but he didn't want to step into the hiding place of the human race.