I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1769: Interest in the Deduction in the Tent

Yin Bofu nodded and said, "Dugu Bai's cultivation has improved very quickly."

Others also expressed their opinions, all out of concern.

"But there is no sign of instability. He seems to have gone through a long period of hardship in his cultivation and his character is quite good."

"It's still not too fast. After all, he has been practicing for a short time, and he hasn't had the chance to experience some setbacks yet." Yin Liulang knew Lu Ziqing's situation better. Although there were the effects of the accumulated soul fruits of thousands of lives, those soul fruits were all failed lives. The only life that could be truly reborn was this one. Compared with the setbacks of ascending to the heavens, building a mandala, and enduring the test of heavenly tribulations, the previous setbacks were so small that they were not worth mentioning.

"Let's talk about business." Master Pang once again brought everyone's thoughts back to normal.

Yin Liulang demonstrated to everyone that on the map formed by clouds and mist, the expeditionary forces of the Great Zhou were advancing along the simulated route. Before the reinforcements from the Northern Barbarians arrived, the expeditionary forces of the Great Zhou would also eliminate several tribes and occupy their supplies and camps. It was like playing chess step by step, but Yin Liulang would explain the numerical changes of both sides. In fact, the marching speeds of these troops were different. Although Yin Bofu's army needed to cross the desert, he was leading all cavalry. As long as they crossed through the correct route, their combat effectiveness would not be affected.

According to Dugu Bai's deduction, the three armies should form a pincer attack, and the Great Witch Spirit Ancestor will be forced to come out to meet the enemy. The three generals of Yinshan will be responsible for holding him back and beating him up, and while avenging Yin Erlang, they can also contain the main force of the Northern Barbarians. The probability of the other two expeditionary forces breaking through Dailin is as high as 99%.

"Is it so high?" Master Pang didn't quite believe it.

"Then let's play a few rounds." Yin Liulang took out a box of cards. "I'm quite addicted to playing this thing made by Dugu Bai."

Master Pang, Yin Erlang and others took the cards to study and divided them according to the current troop deployment.

Yin Bofu said happily: "Wow, there are my cards in here. This hexagon... ahem, I think my endurance should be a little longer."

Yin Liulang said mercilessly: "These values ​​are provided by me. When you interrogate the Northern Barbarian female soldiers, it only takes this long on average."

Suddenly there was laughter in the tent.

The moves of Wu Shen and Yin Shan's six generals were also on the cards, and their general ability attributes were accurate, and there was even a casting range. After fighting for so long, both sides had more information. Yin Shan's six generals and Master Pang studied it for a while and felt it was reliable.

Only Yin Erlang was speechless, there was no card for him here. The damage was not great, but the insult was strong. In grief and anger, Yin Erlang picked up the card of the Barbarian King Tuo Dabin. "Then I will be the Spirit Ancestor. Haha, active skill one, I can release five arrows of God-killing every day; active skill two, the domain can cover the sky and the sun from thousands of miles away, and can also send a surprise army; passive skill, team up with me, the White Deer God's people will have all their attributes increased by 10%; passive skill, a troop under the gaze of the Spirit Ancestor will be ineffective in hiding."

So Master Pang and Yin Erlang began to deduce from the perspective of the Northern Barbarians, and they came up with a series of ingenious strategies. However, without exception, in the end, Dailin was breached. No matter whether they chose to delay, actively fight back, or flee, Dailin would be breached in three days. This took into account the magical powers of several witch gods, the possible responses of the Northern Barbarians' generals, and the possible attitudes of the tribe leaders of each tribe.

This kind of card game also has a script. The script describes what will definitely happen under the general situation, and is announced by Yin Liulang as the host.

Master Pang was holding a script with information in it, and he found it very interesting. Thirty-five percent of the barbarians would defend the sacred mountain to the death, and fifty-five percent would take the initiative to fight under the leadership of the White Deer God People. Only ten percent would support leaving? But on the third day, ninety percent of the barbarians would choose to abandon Dailin and flee? Oh, because there was not enough food, and the tribes would be forced to make a choice and leave with their tribes before the food ran out.

Yinshan's six generals and Master Pang all found it very interesting. Someone in the general's tent would shout angrily from time to time, "Why don't you play according to the script?"

"Well, if we follow the script, we will definitely win. We should try some other scripts that are a little more difficult."

Master Pang said, it's time for the Northern Barbarians to win! I'm now proposing a new scenario: All the witch gods have arrived!

The guards standing guard at the door were speechless and looked up at the sky. Is this still a military meeting? Are the Grand Master and the generals addicted to playing cards?
In the blink of an eye, it was dawn.

Lu Ziqing and Hu Yang were staring at the sun in silence. Hu Yang had woken up from her beauty sleep, but Yin Liulang hadn't come back yet, which meant that Yin Bofu and Yin Wulang hadn't returned to the camp either. Their troops had marched far away, so they wouldn't be unable to find their own troops later, would they?

However, when he was free, Lu Ziqing could also torture the Northern Barbarian captives to further verify the data. The Northern Barbarians were a very diverse race. In ancient times, they were actually ordinary humans, but they were a northern ethnic group. However, they believed in ancient gods, demons, monsters, and ancestors. Later, it seemed that under the guidance of the Nine Hells Demon Lord, they obtained the blood of the demon god through various strange ways, allowing themselves to have the characteristics of the totem.

For example, one of their ancestors killed and ate the "god" they served, successfully taking away the god's power; another example is that one of their ancestors successfully gave birth to a child with a great animal, the details are indescribable. The ancestor eventually became the witch ancestor, the tribe had blood, the witch ancestor gained faith, and thus became a witch god. In principle, these witch gods all support the Nine Hells demons, which is why many witch gods have magical powers similar to those of the Nine Hells Demon Lord, and their totems are also related.

However, the power born from blood is naturally not like the nine major sects, which can be maintained simply through cultivation. Therefore, it is important to expand the base of blood inheritance, and the barbarians have to fight each other. Barbarian witches often fight with each other until their faces are covered in blood. The witch gods must constantly go down to the world to make the tribes that believe in them become large tribes, so that they can become great witch gods. However, the cycle of the ages and universes cannot be repeated, so the witch gods are not sure who is the great witch god in which world, and who is the candidate.

Half of the barbarians look like humans, with only differences in height, skin color and hair. Those with stronger bloodlines will have various features related to the witch gods they worship, such as wings, multiple eyes, multiple arms, and sometimes they even look very willful.