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Chapter 1041 A lone army attacks the capital!

"Chi You made an interesting suggestion today."

Xuanyuan Po touched the jade pendant on his waist. The black jade felt warm to the touch, but it couldn't warm the gloom that was growing in his eyes.

He slowly recounted the story of Chi You's request for the 3,000 surrendered soldiers to offer sacrifice to the flag. When he said, "This alliance leader must personally preside over the flag sacrifice," his wide sleeves moved without wind, and the temperature in the tent dropped by three points.

"My Lord, have you ever thought that what Chi You wants is not a sacrifice, but a test."

Mo Ranchen suddenly chuckled, and the sword energy created icy flowers on the sand table.

"The Jiuli tribe values ​​blood oaths the most. He made the Demon God Tattoo in front of General Wu just to confirm whether we have the ability to balance the Demon God Qi of the Jiuli tribe and the Demon God Soldiers under his command."

He raised his eyes to look at the main seat, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was stunningly bright under the candlelight.

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of metal clashing outside the tent.

"So, Marshal Mo, do you think we should trust Chi You?"

Wu Tiansheng stood at the door of the tent at some point, and the Axe of Creation made a dull roar as it rested on the ground. The ancient spirit flowing on the axe blade cut the night wind into flocs.

Mo Ranchen turned around and faced the coalition's number one war god. The moon-white robe and bronze armor contrasted with each other, creating a strange harmony.

"General, do you know why Yang Jian refused to come out?"

He suddenly put his fingers together as a pen and used sword energy to write the word "fen" in the air. Every word was chilling.

"He's waiting!"

He flicked his fingertips, and the word "fen" exploded, turning into thousands of ice crystals that fell onto the sand table.

"What are you waiting for?"

Xuanyuan Pojian's brows were tightly knitted, and his fists were creaking under his wide sleeves.

"Wait until our food runs out, wait until the northern rebels come south, wait..."

"Wait for this most fortified city in the world to bar its fangs."

Mo Ranchen suddenly stopped talking, and gently pushed the sand table with his fingertips. The jade sculpture representing the Great Xuan Imperial Capital rolled to the back of the Qujiang defense line.

"Marshal Mo means that Yang Jian is waiting for reinforcements?"

Wu Tiansheng suddenly took half a step forward, and the dragon pattern on the Axe of Creation vibrated.

"Do not."

Mo Ranchen suddenly laughed, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye trembled slightly with his laughter.

"He's waiting for us to make a mistake!"

"Yang Jian has always prioritized stability when deploying troops. When the 36 rebel kings in the south just started their uprising, 300,000 troops were approaching, but he managed to hold out for half a year with just three garrisons until the rebel kings ran out of granaries and retreated on their own initiative."

He pointed his finger at the center of the sand table, and the red flag representing the anti-king coalition camp ignited without fire, and the rising flames were an eerie blue color.

"Are we just going to have to keep wasting time with him? Don't forget that there is still..."

Xuanyuan Po became furious when he heard this. He swept his wide sleeves across the wine cups on the table, and the amber wine flowed like a river on the sand table.

"So we have to force him to move!"

Mo Ranchen acted as if he didn't see anything. He scooped up a handful of fine sand from the sand tray and let it fall through his fingers.

"My lord, look, Yang Jian has stationed his elite Xuanming Cavalry outside the imperial capital. It is obvious that he wants to trade space for time, but he forgot——"

A broken jade fan slipped out from Mo Ranchen's sleeve, and it was now at the northwest corner of the sand table.

"Seventy percent of the water transport in the Great Xuan Imperial Capital goes through this branch of the Qujiang River - the Canglang River!"

The tip of the fan suddenly turned to the southeast.

Xuanyuan Po's pupils suddenly shrank. He remembered that three days ago, the scouts reported that Yang Jian had ordered the burning of all fishing boats along the Canglang River, but only left 81 warships at Yanziji.

At that time, I thought it was just an old fox deliberately setting up confusion, but now that Mo Ranchen has pointed it out, I was shocked to find out that there was something fishy going on.

"My Lord, do you know why Yang Jian would rather burn his ships than retreat to Canglang River?"

"That's because he's waiting, waiting for our coalition forces to swarm over the Qujiang defense line like vultures smelling rotten meat!"

The military advisor suddenly turned around, and his wide sleeves swept the wine cup off the table. The amber wine flowed into a river beside the blood-red runes left by Chi You. A gust of cold wind suddenly blew up in the tent, making the candlelight flicker, but Mo Ranchen was unaware of it. He suddenly dipped his fingertips into the wine and drew a winding waterway on the sand table.

"But what if we don't attack Qujiang, but instead follow the Canglang River to attack Huanglong?"

As he spoke, the jade bone fan snapped shut, and the emerald Pixiu on the fan pendant happened to be pressing on the position of the Great Xuanhuang Capital.

"If we don't attack Qujiang and break through Kuimen Pass, we..."

He suddenly put his fingers together to form a sword, and the sword energy cut through the night sky like a rainbow, carving a straight path on the sand table.

"Go straight in and take Shenjing!"

The ink sword energy came to an abrupt halt in front of the jade sculpture representing the Great Xuanhuang Capital.

One could hear a pin drop inside the tent. Wu Tiansheng's axe of creation dragged long sparks on the ground. The snake-shaped golden rings in Xuanyuan Po's sleeves jingled. Even the soldiers on duty outside the tent could feel the stagnation of the impending storm.

"Does Ranchen know what he is talking about?"

"A lone troop advancing three hundred miles? Yang Jian has over 200,000 elite Daxuan troops under his command, as well as Xuanming cavalry, and even more outside the imperial capital."

Xuanyuan Po was stunned for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice.

"So we have to be quick."

Mo Ranchen calmly brushed away the sand on his sleeves, leaving his moon-white robe spotless.

"Defeat the attack within three days, cross the river within five days, and within seven days"

His fingertips moved rapidly on the sand table, and the ink and sword energy crisscrossed, outlining the thirteen lines of defense deployed by Yang Jian around the Great Xuanhuang Capital in an instant.

"The enemy is at the gate!"

The sword energy suddenly condensed into substance and split the jade sculpture representing the imperial capital into two.

"But this plan has three risks."

"The first danger is the food route. If we march 300 miles quickly, the baggage will not be able to keep up. If Yang Jian cuts off our supply, we will be in trouble."

Mo Ranchen suddenly turned around, his moon-white robe rustling in the night wind, and he raised three fingers.

"My Jiuli army will cover your retreat!"

"My demon soldiers love to chew on hard bones."

Suddenly, Chi You's hoarse laughter came from outside the tent. The Tiger Soul Knife flew through the air, and the monster's eyeballs embedded in the hilt glowed red in the night.

Xuanyuan Po's pupils suddenly shrank, and the blades of his fists were clenched white under his wide sleeves. Chi You had stood outside the tent without him noticing when, with unmelted snow still stained on his black cloak, and the animal tooth pendants on his ox-horn helmet jingled like a death spell.

"The second danger lies in the reinforcements."

"There are six dangerous passes near the Great Xuanhuang Capital. If we cannot defeat Yang Jian's headquarters in a short period of time..."

Mo Ranchen, however, acted as if he hadn't seen Chi You. The sword energy at his fingertips suddenly surged, creating countless fine lines on the sand table.
"Master Mo is giving others too much confidence."

"Once I have taken Yang Jian's head, those soldiers in the city will naturally scatter like birds and beasts."

Chi You suddenly stepped into the tent, and placed his Tiger Soul Blade heavily on the ground. The dark red lines on the blade throbbed like blood vessels.

"The three dangers are with leader Chiyou!"

"If the leader's demon soldiers cannot break through the Qujiang defense line within two hours..."

Mo Ranchen finally turned around, his moon-white robe and black cloak entangled in the night wind.

Chi You suddenly burst into wild laughter, and his demonic aura exploded, extinguishing all the candles in the tent.

"Master Mo, do you know why many tribes in the Southern Barbarians are frightened by the name of Jiuli?"

In the darkness, the red light on the Tiger Soul Sword became more and more eerie, and the eyes of the monster on the hilt burst out with dazzling blood light.

"Because the Jiuli tribe's magic soldiers are invincible and unstoppable!"

He grinned, and the black and red demonic energy on his body wrapped around the blade, and the whole tent suddenly filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves.

(End of this chapter)