There was a loud bang, and the long whip of divine consciousness beside Di Han suddenly flew out, leaving a long black space crack behind it. It instantly came behind the two young semi-saints and whipped them twice.
The long whip of divine consciousness drew a perfect arc in the sky and landed on the backs of the two men, like an iron whip whipping flesh.
puff!
puff!
The two men screamed and flew out. Their backs were not just torn apart, but there were deep bloody wounds from the right shoulder to the left waist, like two ravines. Their shoulder blades were torn apart, their spines were broken, and the red and white bone marrow had already flowed out.
Through the slanted wound, one could even see the ground; the body was almost completely broken in half.
The holy power of the two surged in the wound, but the terrifying holy power of the Great Saint raged in the wound, causing it to heal and then burst again and again.
The two boys let out shrill screams.
The other young semi-saints were terrified, as this kind of punishment was rare and the great saints usually loved and cared for children and teenagers.
Only a few young semi-saints did not look back at all, still facing forward and standing upright.
"Did he let you guys turn back?"
Di Han shouted again, and the long whip of divine consciousness split into dozens of small whips, which appeared on the backs of all the young semi-saints who looked back, and lashed out fiercely.
A series of crisp sounds rang out, and each young semi-saint who was picked staggered forward heavily, then gritted his teeth and straightened his body.
Each wound separated the flesh and came just short of injuring the spine.
“Di Ming, take those two pieces of trash back to the tribe, throw them on the ground, and then treat them after three days.” Di Han said coldly.
"Yes!" Then a great saint stepped out, held his head high, folded his arms across his chest, and continued to move forward. His spiritual thoughts turned into two big hands, which grabbed the two screaming young semi-saints like two chickens, and flew away quickly.
Fang Yun glanced at these young semi-saints from the imperial family. Some were confused, some were puzzled, some were frightened, some were timid, and some were resentful.
Fang Yun looked at them and suddenly understood why they were semi-saints and had lived for so long but had not yet become adults.
In addition to the influence of their own race, more importantly, in this ancient era, they received very little information every day, let alone valuable knowledge. On the contrary, the human race, although not as long-lived as them, started reading and studying from a young age, accepting the knowledge passed down by the sages, and growing faster and faster.
Fang Yun said: "Maintaining the unity of the formation is not the purpose. The real purpose is to make you clear that at critical moments and dangerous moments, we can only win or escape if we unite and obey the orders of the leader. If you are still scattered during the battle like just now, you will either die because of arrogance, fail because of cowardice, or be killed because of confusion. Therefore, before each battle, you should line up in an orderly manner and tell yourself what we are doing, what we should do, how we should do it, and most importantly, we must come back alive!"
Fang Yun pointed in the direction where Di Ming left and said, "Those two people did nothing wrong, but their behavior and mentality will pose a threat to all of us during the battle. They are the easiest to become the enemy's breakthrough point, thus causing a major collapse! I know that you are confused and even questioning, and want to get answers. You only need to answer one question, why did the extremely kind saints in the tribe treat you so harshly just now? When you know the answer, you will be qualified to stand on your own!"
Fang Yun glanced at the great saints and saw that they had nothing to say, so he said: "A great battle is about to begin. I will not put too much pressure on you. You just need to know that no matter whether you win or lose, you are all young men of the imperial family. You are all the pride of the imperial family. Every member of the imperial family will always treat you as family! What you have to do is to defeat the enemy!"
After hearing Fang Yun's final words of comfort, the mentality of many young men from the imperial family underwent a subtle change, and the previous confrontational emotions slowly dissipated.
Di Han glanced at Fang Yun and realized that he had attacked too hard just now, scaring these young men. He snorted coldly and said, "You are a bunch of ignorant bastards. You are about to go to the battlefield, but you are still laughing and joking. I will not punish you lightly. Okay, listen to him. I will not make it difficult for you. After we go back this time, no matter whether we succeed or fail, I will catch a companion star beast for you to stew!"
Many young men's eyes lit up immediately. Since they learned cooking skills from Fang Yun, they tried many foods and finally found that the companion star beasts living inside the stars were the most delicious and nutritious. The companion star beasts were powerful and good at hiding, so they were rarely eaten, so eating stewed companion star beast meat became the topic of their discussion a few days ago.
Fang Yun turned around and asked, "Uncle Di Han, what do you usually do next?"
"After the lecture, what else can I do except to kill them?" Di Han asked curiously.
Fang Yun asked helplessly: "Why don't you make a battle plan and predict various accidents?"
Di Han was about to say what kind of plan was needed for a mere barbarian, but suddenly realized his mistake, nodded heavily, and said, "That's right. In the past, the real wars were all commanded by the Saint Ancestors. They had the world in their hearts and controlled everything. Whether it was a plan or an accident, it was all under control. We, the Great Saints, just needed to follow their instructions. As for those ordinary battles, there is no need for any plan. As a member of the Imperial Clan, we have never failed. However, as you said the other day, thinking before taking action is an excellent habit. We can't always rely on the Saint Ancestors, but we can learn from their successful methods. But... how to make a battle plan?"
Di Han spoke confidently at first, but in the end he looked embarrassed and felt very guilty.
The other great saints were the same, feeling a little embarrassed to look at Fang Yun.
Those young semi-saints were a little confused and didn't quite understand why Fang Yun said that.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "Then please ask His Majesty Emperor Han to use his holy power to draw the savage tribe and the surrounding environment, and then we will discuss the route of attack, the method of attack, the obstacles that may be encountered during the attack, possible accidents and all the details. After the discussion, everyone should rehearse the attack plan in their minds again, and then adjust their bodies and mindsets, and finally choose the right time to attack, such as when the savages are asleep, when their tribe is empty, and so on. The World-Destroying Emperor Dragon should also do his best to kill the four-legged black snake."
The four-legged black snake rolled his eyes and thought to himself, what does this have to do with me? This big brother is too unreliable.
"good!"
Emperor Han waved his hand casually, holy power surged, and sand and gravel on the ground rose up, condensing into a three-dimensional sand table of the barbarian tribe with a radius of three meters, with every detail accurate.
Afterwards, Fang Yun formulated the entire offensive plan according to the basic methods of human military strategists.
It was a very simple truth, but it sounded like enlightenment to the saints of the imperial family. A group of semi-saints and great saints kept nodding their heads like chicks pecking at rice.
The four-legged black snake looked solemn, and nodded slightly occasionally. Although it didn't understand what Fang Yun said, it was enough for it to pretend to be deep.