reborn son

Chapter 1073 Arriving at the border
Li Dongyang spent three days dealing with the affairs of the capital, and spent another five days with his family, and then left Wu to go to Mobei. This time it was a decisive battle. Li Dongyang wanted to destroy the blood knife king and unify Mobei.

When they came to the front line, they had just experienced a big battle. This battle was very fierce. It was army against army and general. Mozong dispatched nearly [-] disciples to participate in the battle.

The reason was that he wanted to overwhelm Wu Jun in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect Wu Jun to still have a trump card. This time, Fen Tian's members were deployed in this battle, and Fen Tian's members fought against the disciples of the Demon Sect, thus avoiding heavy casualties.

When summing up after the war, Duke Lao Zhen kept wiping away his cold sweat. It was really cruel for monks to participate in the war, and there was nothing wrong with ordinary soldiers at all.

If the eldest grandson hadn't been well prepared and trained a batch of talents, Wu Guo really wouldn't be able to overcome this difficulty.

Everyone was very happy to see Li Dongyang coming over. Li Dongyang asked about the actual battle situation after meeting with everyone, so Lord Zhen Guo told the battle situation again.

Li Dongyang's face turned green when he mentioned that the army of the Blood Knife King suddenly rushed out a group of strong men.

Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Demon Sect were so shameless that they would resort to a sneak attack. A face-to-face army was killed by thousands. Fortunately, at the critical moment, members of Fen Tian descended from the sky and stopped the defeat.

"General, I know that the whole army will have a good rest, and the final battle will take place in three days." Li Dongyang slapped the table and gave the order.

"Yes." Lord Zhen Guo replied loudly, even though he was Lao Tzu, he carried out Li Dongyang's orders without compromise.

"Let's discuss the tactics in three days' time." After Li Dongyang gave the order, he let go again. When it comes to the layout of the battle formation, this Li Dongyang is not good at it.

If it was just an opinion, Li Dongyang could speak clearly and honestly, which would basically make others' eyes shine, but if he was really asked to command the three armies, his weakness would be exposed.

In order not to expose his weaknesses, Li Dongyang was sensible enough not to intervene, so he should just sit in on the sidelines.

"I don't know if the big decision this time is to wipe out all the blood sword kings, or to encircle all three?" Old Yun Wang asked.

"Let's encircle three and one is missing, but a trap must be laid behind this gap, and the enemy will be wiped out when they flee." Li Dongyang said, not wanting to give the Blood Knife King another chance to make a comeback.

After this battle, there was only one master in Mobei, which was Wu Guo. They either surrendered or died. Li Dongyang didn't want to hear a second voice.

"The Blood Knife King is actually very easy to solve. The only problem that can't be solved is the Demon Sect. That's the biggest problem." Lao Zhenguo said.

"Leave the Mozong to me, and I will make them disappear from this world." Li Dongyang smiled.

Mobei has only one voice, which is only the first step, and the Demon Sect is the ultimate goal. The Demon King has something about faith to enhance strength, and Li Dongyang wants to see it.

It's a pity that after killing the demon king in the killing formation, he didn't find any cheats on the use of the power of faith. Presumably, he was left behind by the demon king in the demon sect.

"Since you have confidence, then we have nothing to worry about." Lao Zhen Guogong smiled, looking at the confident grandson with indescribable pride.

The meeting continued, but Li Dongyang mostly listened and rarely spoke. When Wu Jun discussed the decisive battle, the Blood Knife King was not idle.

The Blood Knife King knelt in the military tent, trained like a grandson. On the head sat Doro, a disciple of the Demon Sect. Doro had good wine in one hand and a beautiful woman in the other, and kept spitting out the most vicious curses in the world.

Blood Knife King lowered his head, his heart filled with sadness, he began to doubt whether his decision back then was right or wrong, he sold his soul to the devil, but he didn't get the reward he deserved.

He wanted to take back Mobei and become the real king of the Mobei Grassland. He had a good idea, but after leaving the army, he suffered repeated defeats. Some of the losers had something to say, and some really had nothing to say.

Just like in front of him, what did he do wrong?Obviously it was Doro who commanded the battle, and he was only responsible for cooperating. Now that the army was defeated, Doro put all the responsibility on the Blood Knife King.

"You are the most useless man I've ever seen, why don't you die." Doro looked at the quail-like Blood Knife King with contempt in his eyes.

Yes, Doro looks down on the Blood Knife King, even if the Blood Knife King is now a strong Nascent Soul, Doro still looks down on him, let alone respect.

"Yes, it's useless to be a subordinate." The Blood Knife King bowed his head in recognition, speechless.

"You also know that you are useless! There is such a powerful hole card in Wu Junzhong that you didn't find out. Are you eating shit these days!"

Doro became even more angry, and seriously suspected that the blood knife king was sent by the enemy to trick him. In a big battle, more than 300 disciples of the Mozong died in battle.

Only the remaining more than 100 people still hang the lottery.

More than 300 people are really enough to hurt the Mozong for a long time. There are only more than 1000 Jindan Realm strong Mozong, and more than 300 people died in battle. Doro doesn't know how to go back.

Fortunately, the devil is not there, and there is still a chance to save him. Otherwise, if the matter gets to the ears of the devil, Doro thinks that he can prepare a coffin for himself first.

The Blood Knife King stopped talking, and the Blood Knife King didn't expect Wu Guozang to be so deep, so he had nothing to say.

"In three days' final battle, I will send another fifty Nascent Soul experts from the Demon Sect to fight. If Wu Jun cannot be destroyed, you can just wait for your head to be lost. The Demon King will not let you go."

Doro scolded, finally clarifying his goal.

"Yes, thank you sir for your help." The Blood Knife King knocked his head on the ground, the dignity of a strong man disappeared at this moment, and he no longer had the heart of a strong man.

"Get out!" Doro didn't want to see the Blood Knife King again, and the Blood Knife King also needed to arrange the work of the big battle in three days.

Not long after the Blood Knife King left, extravagant voices sounded in the tent, and the voices of men and women intertwined together, performing a fight between gods and gods.

After Zheng Guogong and the others arranged the formation for three days later, the group talked and laughed and went to the big tent of the old Zhen Guogong, where they were going to have dinner.

Li Dongyang came, and a group of people who hadn't seen each other for a long time sat together drinking and chatting, and inquired about things in the capital by the way.

In addition to coming to the war, Li Dongyang also brought a large amount of food and grass during this trip, so that the nervous food and grass can be solved at once, and there is no need to worry about the food and grass in the future.

A group of people sat in the tent talking and laughing, eating, drinking and chatting. When they talked about their children, the eyes of Lord Zhen and others lit up. Dudu and Ruoer were about to leave. People haven't seen it yet.

Of course, grandpa and grandpa didn't see Didi either. King Yun and the old King Yun were equally depressed. If the front line is not over, they don't feel at ease if they want to go back, so they can only bear it.

As for letting Fengyang bring the child over, it's better to save it, in case something happens along the way, who will they turn to for reasoning.

Mozong is not a good thing, the means are dark.

Time passed quickly, and three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the air was filled with tension. Before the horn of attack was sounded, the war horses were already neighing.

(End of this chapter)