Quadruple split.

Chapter 782 The Gap
Everyone was shocked!

Rao was the High Priest Mondo Pan who had been vaguely reminded by Huo Yanyang that "Hei Fan's appetite seems to be a bit big this time", and he never expected that the young man in front of him would directly say, "Turn those evil spirits away." The believers and their babbling city are all in one pot." With such words, the whole person is happy.

As for the others, they didn't panic because they didn't believe it at all.

"Ahem, I said Priest Hei Fan."

Planna coughed lightly, and asked Mo Tan very seriously: "Although we old bones also have the same expectation, you should focus on the results that may be achieved in the near future."

Compared to Crom, who kept rolling his eyes, the prophet's grandmother's words were already quite euphemistic.

And Motan, who was not watching by Yuchen, was not low in EQ. Dang even nodded knowingly, reorganized his language and said: "In three days, wipe out more than [-]% of those Whispering believers within the range of the holy mountain Sumir. With a living force, paralyze the function of Whispering Whispering City as a local brain, and eradicate them in the north within seven days, the best result."

Elders: "."

I don't know why, but everyone felt that although this guy's words were indeed much more tactful than before, and he also left more room, the arrogance in his words continued unabated.

"Humph."

An unshaven, scruffy, and not-so-intelligent pot-headed old man curled his lips, while stroking his dark yellow canine tooth, he looked at Mo Tan with displeasure: "Don't blame me for speaking badly, young man, If things were really as simple as you said, how could we have fought so hard against those damned blasphemers in the past six months, and we were even robbed of the place on the mountainside of the main peak?"

"It's good to have guts."

Crome also sighed, frowned and said: "But what you just said, Pastor Heifan, is just a fantasy to us, not to mention that our manpower is not as good as those who can't kill them no matter how hard they are Defiler, even if the combat strength of both sides is the same, it will be difficult for the fighters to take advantage of those weird sorcerers."

Although the others did not throw cold water with the two old men, including the seemingly gentle Prophet Purana, their silence was itself a statement.

However, Yizuo, who had been standing at the door from the beginning until now, suddenly stepped forward, quietly and quickly walked around behind Mo Tan and stood with his hands behind his back. Added some momentum.

Even though it was hard for her to believe what Mo Tan just said was true, but...
Difficult to return, believe to believe, ever since the time when she was always paying attention to the battle report of Misha County in the City of Light, this high-ranking female knight who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside has no longer had any doubts about Mo Tan. .

Because she has suspected countless times. After learning that the plague broke out in all directions, Xia Lian was seriously injured, and the so-called joint army was always facing enemies that were several times her size, she no longer knew how many times. Selfishly falling into despair, he prayed all day long as long as His Royal Highness Xia Lian and the Holy Maiden of Wangyu could return safely.

The results of it?
It was this ordinary looking 'senior' who had neither aura nor sharpness in front of him, who actually led the coalition forces who seemed to Yi Zuo to be simply militiamen to win the battle abruptly and achieved a victory. Another miraculous victory.

Maybe others will subconsciously doubt it when they hear the results of the battle, but Yizuo, who receives Xia Lian's handwritten letter every once in a while, is very clear about the person who was almost mistaken for an idiot by himself when they met for the first time. The young pastor, the unbelievably talkative senior, the senior who never put on airs, the one who led himself and several others to escape from the despicable tricks of the commander, and even perfectly attracted him after coming to Sumir A series of predecessors who fought back beautifully can create miracles.

Even if he is just an ordinary person, Yizuo firmly believes that he can create a series of miracles that even those geniuses can hardly replicate!

[Senior is omnipotent! 】

From the moment when Mo Tan pulled Yizuo out of a desperate situation that was almost equivalent to a dead end, led the reconnaissance team with only a few people to the main peak of Sumir, and fell down in the snow after being safe. Since then, this idea has been deeply ingrained in the girl's mind.

【So, I want to support him, unconditionally. 】

The corner of her mouth curled up into a reserved smile, and the female knight standing behind Mo Tan had a calm and firm gaze. She straightened her back desperately in front of those elders with unfathomable strength, hoping that she could help the seniors share some of the pressure.

And what about her senior?
There is really no pressure at all!
If this matter was advanced by more than ten days, Mo Tan, whose personality was in an 'absolutely neutral' state, might still break out in a cold sweat under the strong crowd of these old men and old ladies, and he could continue to put himself on the table after adjusting his mentality for a few minutes. I will continue to elaborate on my ideas, but now
In the eyes of Mo Tan, who has just experienced the biggest setback in his life (current personality) not long ago, those elders who are full of doubts and even consciously show a little coercion to remind themselves to correct their attitudes can no longer bring themselves Come half a burden.

Compared with the question of a certain girl who almost pierced her heart, this kind of scene is not worth mentioning at all.

even makes people want to laugh
"Hehe~"

So he really laughed, then sat on the chair with a calm face, turned his head and smiled at the old man with the pot head: "If possible, please control your momentum a little bit, my strength is not enough The junior who is cuter than me is almost crushed now."

The Great Prophet Purana, who was sitting on the other side of Mo Tan, was taken aback for a moment, then immediately glared sharply at the elder with the pot head, and said angrily, "Gail!"

"Ahem, careless, careless."

The pot-headed old man known as Gail Gail laughed suddenly, put away the aura that he deliberately exposed, and finally stopped the slipping of Mo Tan, who had less than 50% of his physical strength left.

"Thank you, Ms. Planner."

Mo Tan politely nodded to the old lady next to him, then coughed lightly, leaned on the back of the chair and said softly: "I understand the doubts of the elders about what I just said, to be honest, since everyone has chosen to cooperate Me, then I can say some conclusions that sound more acceptable, such as being able to frustrate the enemy's spirit, making them timid, not daring to forcefully attack the mountain for a while, even if there are some things that don't match the words afterwards , and it is much stronger than being so violently questioned now."

The calmer Mondo Pan and Purana both nodded slightly, feeling that there was nothing wrong with Mo Tan's words.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that."

Mo Tan shrugged, looked down at the sand table in front of him and said lightly: "Because of some regrettable circumstances, I lose consciousness for a long time every day. Under this premise, if I didn't tell you all at the beginning If so, then I doubt whether everyone will implement the plan I arranged at the critical moment."

Everyone seemed a little confused, but they didn't interrupt Mo Tan's words, including Gail and Crom, waiting for his next words
"Then, after talking about the premise, let's talk about the specifics."

Mo Tan didn't continue to go around in circles, but simply pointed to the two groups of black chess pieces on the table: "This is our enemy, as you said, it is an enemy whose overall number and individual combat power are higher than ours. , In my opinion, including this moment, as long as they are willing to pay a certain price, it is possible to attack the main peak of Sumir at any time and achieve any goal they want to achieve."

Crom, who is relatively familiar with the aspect of war among the crowd, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "That's right, I thought we were at a stalemate with those blasphemers before, but the apprentices in Mundo discovered another aspect of the enemy. After approving the teams, the situation became too delicate."

"You are quite right, Lord Crome."

Mo Tan smiled, and casually picked up a white chess piece representing Sumir's side and started to play with it: "But obviously, the opponent doesn't have enough courage to take Sumir by force, nor does he have enough talent to draw up a battle damage plan." Plans to suppress to a certain extent, so we can now discuss how to win in a safe place, instead of struggling on the battlefield where our countrymen fall every second."

Gail with the pot head snorted softly: "So you still think you can do what you just said. Kill [-]% of their combat power?"

"That's right, but that's under ideal circumstances. After all, strategy is different from tactics. No matter how bad the opponent's commander is, they may inadvertently bankrupt my arrangement."

Mo Tan put the white chess in his hand back to its original position, spread his hands and said, "Of course, I will try my best to control the probability of such accidents to an acceptable level."

"Wait a moment, Priest Black Fan, compared to these."

Mondo Pan interrupted Mo Tan gently, and asked unhurriedly: "Can you tell us about your thinking?"

Mo Tan nodded calmly, and said without thinking: "Of course, a brief summary is to combine the two large-scale troops of those cultists with their brains, which is located in the east of the main peak of Sumir, on a constant road. The Whispering City on the edge of the ancient ley line was divided, and some small means were used to prevent them from climbing the mountain rashly. In this way, the cultists whose command system was split would become easily misled and make some fatal mistakes. "

Plana blinked: "For example?"

"say"

Mo Tan grabbed the white chess piece on the sand table located at the main peak of Sumir, and said softly: "It is a difficult bone to make them feel that the main peak has almost no combat power. For example, let them unite with the Holy Cult. Very strong, but during this period of time, apart from almost killing me and my knight, there was a little friction between the troops who made no achievements."

[My knight! 】

Yizuo's heart felt hot.

"The Union of the Holy Church!?"

Mondo Pan frowned, then looked at the dozen or so golden chess pieces in the lower right corner of the sand table and said in a deep voice: "But they have been standing still before, how could it be?"

"That's right, they have indeed been standing still before, and if there are no accidents, they will continue to do so for a while, until the situation of the battle changes drastically, such as us or those cultists occupying an absolute advantage."

Mo Tan looked down at the golden chess pieces that were constantly flickering with light red light, and said quietly: "That is to say, as long as our Sumer Fang is not beaten so hard that we can't hold our heads up, or those cultists suddenly have something to contribute If there is a huge problem of looting, the Holy Church Union will inevitably sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."

Crome, who could barely keep up with Mo Tan's thinking, was also a little confused: "So why did they have friction with those cultists?"

"It's simple."

Mo Tan chuckled lightly, brushed his index finger over the slanted line with wet ink in the middle of the sand table, and said lightly: "If there is no accident, they will definitely wait for an opportunity to turn the tide or beat the dog in the water. We never shot before, so we just need to create some accidents."

Gail laughed dryly: "Boy Black Fan, you didn't say that. If we could make that kind of accident casually, why didn't we do it long ago?"

"Because that is not an accident that can be 'casually created', but a core purpose that requires us to work hard and do everything we can to have a chance to achieve it."

Mo Tan raised his right hand, gathered the black chess pieces located in the center and lower left corner of the sand table, and turned them all to the southwest side of the sand table, marking the direction of the Holy Church United Expeditionary Army station, and said lightly: "You can Recall, High Priest Gail, before Huo Yanyang showed his might, did Sumir ever repel those blasphemers even once without paying any price?"

"This"

Galton, who had been paying attention to the situation of the war, choked for a moment and was unable to speak.

The reason is very simple. Before Huo Yanyang used the help of Mo Tan to continuously reverse the situation in a small area and win dozens of encounters at an unimaginable speed, Su Mir's side would be attacked by the cultists almost every time. Victims appear, ranging from dozens to hundreds.

"Yizou."

Mo Tan suddenly called out to the female knight behind her.

"I'm here, senior!"

Although he felt a little caught off guard, Yizuo took half a step forward at the first time.

"Since the day I came to Sumir, how many battles have I commanded in the name of Huo Yanyang?"

Mo Tan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Sixty-eight games, senior."

Yizuo replied without thinking.

"Specifically?"

"Twenty-three encounters, nineteen positional battles, twelve blitz battles, seven defensive counterattacks, and seven breakouts."

"What is the record?"

"Sixty-eight victories, senior."

"Yes."

Mo Tan tilted his head: "Then what is the battle damage?"

Yizuo turned to look at the powerful senior next to him who was slightly different from his own impression, and smiled proudly: "Twelve people were slightly injured, one was seriously injured, and no one was killed."

"Look~"

Mo Tan stood up and smiled at the silent elders.
"That's where the gap lies."

Chapter [-]: End

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