Night fell.
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Baidiguan, the main hall of discussion, is brightly lit.
In the main hall, there are more than a dozen figures, either the elders and deacons of Emperor Xuanzong, or the generals of Baidiguan.
Everyone, led by Commander Qi, is conducting a summit meeting.
"The two battles have been fought beautifully recently. The Ten Thousand Saint Gate has suffered heavy losses. They can no longer withstand the consumption and should launch the final total offensive."
Although he won two games in a row, Qi commander did not look happy on his face, on the contrary, he became more solemn.
It has been almost a month since the two factions fought, and both sides are very tired.
Especially the Ten Thousand Sacred Gate as the offensive side, has become increasingly impatient, whether it is the morale of the disciples or the supply of food and grass, they can no longer keep up with the rhythm.
The next time they play against each other, they will definitely come out in full force.
"If the Ten Thousand Saint Gate launches a general offensive, I wonder if you have any good strategies against the enemy?"
Commander Qi looked at everyone and asked.
"The Ten Thousand Sacred Gate has little food and grass, and morale is low. Even if we launch a general attack, there will be no absolute advantage. We will defend the Baidi Pass, and they should not be able to attack.
Immediately, an elder spoke.
"That Feitian Maozheng has been wiped out. We arrange archers on the top of the city, and it is difficult to get close to the Gate of All Saints."
The others also very much agree with the suggestion of defending the city.
"I am afraid that everyone is not aware of it. In the previous two wars, the iron arrows, war spears and other military materials delivered from Emperor Xuanzong were basically exhausted."
A middle-aged general said helplessly.
Although the last two wars have been won, the armaments and supplies have also been used up.
The situation of the two factions is almost the same now, and both have run out of ammunition and food.
"If you fire again, I'm afraid it will be a hand-to-hand combat and a cruel hand-to-hand battle."
Commander Qi groaned.
Hand-to-hand fight
Hearing this, all the elders and deacons present changed their faces and fell silent.
"I have a suggestion."
When everyone was silent, an old man in grey clothes suddenly spoke.
"Fan, what good do you have?"
Everyone will set their sights on this person.
Fan Lao, the instructor of the bow and arrow team, and almost all the archers in Baidiguan, were made by him.
Therefore, this person has a very high status in Baidiguan, close to the leader of Qi.
"We can organize an assault squad, let them take the lead, kill the opponent's patience first, and maybe even kill a bloody way."
Old Fan looked calm and preached lightly.
"Charge Team?"
Everyone looked at each other.
The charge squad, to put it bluntly, is the death squad, rushing to be cannon fodder.
"Is it cruel to let our people die in vain?"
Some people questioned.
"How can this be called cruel in a period of turmoil? Without the sacrifices right now, how can we exchange for peace in the future?"
Fan asked everyone back.
"I agree with Fan Lao's statement, organize the assault team, sacrifice the ego, and benefit everyone."
Some people support Fan Lao.
Upon seeing this, the rest of the people didn't say anything, mainly because they didn't have a better way.
It may be too cruel to organize the assault team and let them be cannon fodder.
However, in hand-to-hand combat, this method is quite effective.
"Old Fan, how many people do you plan to organize as a charge team?"
After Qi Tong had thought about it, he also agreed to Fan Lao's proposal.
"Not many, two hundred people are enough."
With words, Fan Lao took out a list from his arms again, "The list has been drawn up, please lead Qi to look through it."
"Is the list drawn up?"
Commander Qi was slightly surprised.
Obviously, Elder Fan had planned long ago to organize a death squad.
The list opened, and everyone gathered around.
On this list, most of them were disciples dispatched from Emperor Xuanzong, and there were very few garrisons of Baidiguan.
"Why are they all from Emperor Xuanzong?"
An elder frowned and questioned.
"What did the reinforcements sent by Emperor Xuanzong do in addition to some simple logistical work? In this battle, almost all the troops in the Baidiguan garrison were lost, right?"
Fan Lao had a cold tone.
What he meant was that it was Emperor Xuanzong's disciples who wanted to die, and the people of Baidiguan could not lose any more.
"Wait... Why is there Qin Feng's name?"
Suddenly, someone on the list found Qin Feng's name.
"What's wrong with Qin Feng? Does this person have any privileges?"
Old Fan looked stunned.
"Qin Feng made a great contribution to annihilate the members of the Flying Mao Zong Corps."
"Besides, this son is the new star of Emperor Xuanzong's recent rise. There is a lot to do in the future. How can he go to die?"
Immediately, there were many voices of opposition.
"In the face of disaster, everyone is equal. If he were given this privilege, what would the other disciples think? The sacrifice of the other disciples would not be considered a sacrifice?"
Fan Lao had a tough attitude, and he spoke very loudly.
"This… "
Everyone also looked helpless, not easy to refute.
For one thing, Fan Lao's words were not unreasonable, and they gave Qin Feng privileges, which seemed unfair to others.
Secondly, Van Laude is highly respected and has been stationed at Baidiguan for more than a hundred years. It would not be too plausible if he could give pointers to him.
"Then do it according to Fan's intention!"
Qi led the final decision.
…
After the meeting ended, when Fan Lao left, the remaining Emperor Xuanzong elders also discussed in private.
"What does this teacher Fan mean? We have to let our disciples be cannon fodder?"
"Fan doesn't have any selfish intentions, right?"
"Finally, everyone is working for the martial arts, and the enemy is now, so don't suspicion each other."
"It's just a pity that Qin Feng has just emerged, and he is about to ruin his life."
"The elder confessed that Qin Feng must be guaranteed to be safe. When the time comes on the battlefield, we will stare at him more."
"Hey... it can only be so."
the other side.
When Fan Lao returned to the room, a man in silver armor quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Sun Ze, why haven't you returned?"
Fan Lao was slightly startled.
"Master, am I not thinking about this in my heart? Can the death squad's proposal be approved?"
Sun Ze couldn't wait to ask.
"Being a teacher, when did you miss it?"
Old Fan sneered.
"Really passed? Haha, great, thank you master, thank you master."
Sun Ze was overjoyed and bowed again and again to thank him.
"So are you. As my chief disciple, you have practiced archery with me for fifteen years, right? You actually lost to a rookie who had just started for a year, and disgraced me!"
Old Fan looked contemptuous.
"The master's lesson is that the disciple must practice harder in the future and will not let the master be ashamed."
Sun Ze hurriedly lowered his head, looking repentant.
However, he was already happy in his heart, and Qin Feng was assigned to the death squad, and it must be a life of nine deaths.
"Qin Feng, aren't you crazy? Didn't you embarrass me? You still can't beat me. At Baidiguan, you can play as much as I want. The day of total attack is your death date, hahaha..."
Sun Ze was extremely proud of himself.