A seal and a name seemed to drain his strength.

"This is betrayal." He remembered that he roared in front of his brother.

"It's betrayal." Su Zhongwu was a man of a strong spirit. He did not deny this behavior: "It was also a new choice. When Mei'er was under house arrest in Beitang, he met his ancestors, and I also saw him privately. This was the discovery and decision of his ancestors."

"Da Lu was driven by Song Wushen for generations. What he did and what he was about to do, I told you. A thousand years ago, we chose Liushi. Today, we choose again."

After finishing the business, Su Zhongyan dragged his injured body and returned home silently, looking at his brother: "When will he evacuate and retreat? What if he can't leave?"

"Tomorrow." Su Zhongwu said lightly: "Wang Ce promised that the embroidery camp will be paralyzed before tomorrow evening."

Su Zhongyan gasped and his face changed drastically. This promise was too difficult. He suddenly felt that maybe it was as what his ancestors said, as what his brother thought.

Wang Ce may really be the one to defeat.

At this time, the military order signed by Su Zhongyan himself had arrived at the border base camp where three million troops were hoarded during the rapid transmission of Wuzong.

Sooner or later, this group of troops will be put on the front line, but in fact they only accept the temporary control of the temporary commander. When the military order arrived, the temporary commander He Yue frowned: "Why is the Military Hall so anxious? It is obviously not the time to put it on the battlefield?"

He Yue couldn't figure it out. In fact, if several other military masters were not seriously injured and unconscious, they would definitely see the hidden dangers of this military order and would never pass.

Unfortunately, Emperor Lu granted the full authority to command the battlefield on the battlefield, and Junjitang had no power to guide the operations (so, including Su Zhongyan, no one in the Military Hall knew about the combat plan of the Marquis of Beilu). He Yue was not the Marquis of Beilu, and he could only accept the orders from Junjitang.

After a little reorganization of the army, He Yue temporarily restrained the three million troops to "set off immediately and reinforce the front line" according to the military order.

At this time, three million troops were 1,300 miles away from the front line.

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Embroidery camp.

Yu Yuan's heart was ups and downs, and his mood was complicated. Finally, is it better to leave Dalu?

With a hint of complex emotions, Yu Yuan couldn't speak of his heart.

"Parastic Embroidery Camp." This is an order from Wang Ce, and to her is a simple order from the young master.

This command only has four concise words. Undoubtedly, Wang Ce believed that as the commander of the embroidery camp, Yu Yuan should have 8,000 ways to make the embroidery camp fall into a state of complete paralysis in the short term.

Luoshui Wang Family.

Wang Yucheng decided to make a decision: "Evacuate! Give priority to evacuate the Wang family's children."

Many people from the Wang family don’t know why this order was given. However, Wang Yucheng forced the order as the head of the family. If you are willing to leave, then leave. If you are unwilling to leave, then treat it as the rotten flesh on a family and cut it off.

As long as family affection is still there and bloodline is still there, no matter how many people die, they can rise again. Wang Yucheng firmly believes in and implements it.

"Why should I evacuate?" Of course, there are always people who will question it. No matter when and where, there will definitely be people who will drag you down.

Wang Yucheng narrowed his eyes, stood by the Luoshui River, looked at the blue sky, and laughed like a fox: "Only the winner is worth following."

"The Wang family's success rules are to never become the first and always stand on the side of the winner."

The Luo River flows continuously, shaking the waves that echo.

One hundred miles south of the border between the two northeastern continents.

In the green mountains and the green waterfront, all elite troops from the southeast and northwards have basically arrived and successfully joined together to form a huge force.

“Get together.”

Countless elite soldiers who arrived in the meeting had completed rest while waiting for the latecomers. A gathering order allowed all the elite soldiers to gather together quickly, with a strong force, and clearly the most elite veteran temperament.

"Master, there are still at least 30,000 troops that have not arrived." Someone advised.

Ye Fangtian said solemnly: "No more wait. Wang Ce is about to launch a general attack. The commander-in-chief requires us to cut off the East and Beizhou in the shortest time."

Ye Fangtian was brought quietly by Emperor Wu. He will personally preside over the most important part of the Beilu Marquis' series of combat plans.

Ye Fangtian stood up and waved his hand vigorously: "I ask you to complete the assembly within one stick of incense. Within one moment, set off north."

This new generation of Daluo general looked up at the sky and turned his mind:

"The general attack at noon!"

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At noon, the sun is the strongest.

The Beilu Hou looked at the tragic front line from afar and stretched out his hand hard, as if he wanted to catch something, but found that he could not catch anything.

He personally realized that Wang Ce had the confidence to dare to take reckless attacks. This kind of uninterrupted wave attack was too terrifying and could defeat the army with the strongest fighting will.

Wang Ce cares about war damage, and Wang Ce does not care about war damage. Two specifications will be formed, two completely different combat intensity.

Wang Ce used wave attacks in the battle between the north and the south, but that was based on concerns about war damage. Today, Wang Ce was like crazy and no longer cared about war damage.

What the Dalu Army faces is a War Spirit Army that has been released without reservation and... Wang Ce.

One million? No.

From dawn to this time, Wang Ce had deployed at least five million cannon fodder troops, most of which were killed in battle, and nine hundred thousand second-line spirit troops, one-third of which were killed in battle.

Wang Ce still remained calm and continued to launch the Battle Spirit Army without any change. Five million cannon fodder was not enough? Then come another 10 million. Ninety-one thousand second-line battle Spirit Army was not enough? Then come another three more troops in troubled times.

Reinforcements! The Dalu Army repeatedly reinforces the front line.

Before we knew it, the first line of defense had accumulated 600,000 troops, showing a huge density, which meant an extremely terrible war intensity.

From the first wave of 300,000 to now, the wave of cannon fodder has reached 800,000. One wave after another, one wave after another.

The tragic tragedy on the front line is even ten times more intense than the sun.

Six hundred thousand soldiers of the Dalu Army were squeezed on the four hundred miles of front, covered in sweat and blood, wrapped in fishy smell, no longer fighting spirit, and even the mood of despair was not in the mood to be born. They could only wield weapons unstoppable by instinct.

Wave, wave again. In the continuous offensives of the cannon fodder army and the second-line battle spirit army, instinctively wave the weapons, and every muscle in the body became numb. Wave, wave again until the war spirits swarmed up and killed!

One, one hundred, ten thousand.

The cannon fodder army mixed with the second-line battle spirit army, flocking, and there was no queue to launch a charge. Every time, tens of thousands of Dalu soldiers fell down.

Although the sun shines, no one seems to be able to see the slightest sunshine.

The 600,000 Dalu Army on the front line was trapped in the most painful and cruel positional war and charge war. No one could withdraw, and the Beilu Marquis wanted to retreat, but it was impossible for him to achieve it.

The continuous battle spirit army is like glue. No matter how many people come to reinforce, they will be stuck in this terrifying endless battle spirit army and cannot retreat at all.

There is no fighting spirit, no fighting spirit, even despair, or even strength.

At this point, it is enough to prove the fighting will of the Dalu Army. At this point, even the army with the strongest will will cause a collapse on the whole line due to any factor!

This lead was a scared scream from a servant. He threw the weapon hysterically on the spot, and went completely crazy. He ran away and fled backwards. He was surrounded by more than ten cannon fodder war spirits.

The first one triggers the second one, one hundred, ten thousand.

Soon, the most shocking chain collapse occurred on the four hundred miles long front.

The Servant Army and the Dalu Army were almost yelling hysterically, having been crushed by their nerves, either falling into a crazy way forward or backward.

The fallen people can never get up again. Some are killed, some are exhausted, and more are just trying to lie down, quiet and don’t move anything, and would rather be trampled to death.

All over the mountains and fields were defeated soldiers.

Many people run and fall down and never get up again.

The front line of the Dalu Army collapsed!

Wang Ce looked at these expressionlessly, perhaps the tragic and bloody scenes that would never be forgotten in his life, and made a cold order: "Ji Zang, Duan Xuan, Cheng Gangshan, attack!"

"Yes!" Ji Zang and other three generals personally led the three legions that had been assembled for a long time to attack the entire line.

The endless defeated soldiers were like dense ants, screaming and roaring wildly, running aimlessly. The three legions were simply going up to capture prisoners.

"Wang Kuang, it's your Green Forest Army. Attack."

Wang Ce ordered coldly: "Liu Yu's army, Xiao Daocheng army, Xiao Yan army, follow the Green Forest army, and they will cover your attack."

"Li Keyong's army, Guo Rong's army, and Zhu Wen's army. As the second echelon, keep up and wait for the attack order!"

One by one, one by one, the other, the war spirits and the Wuzong quickly passed on Wang Ce's orders.

On the four hundred miles of front, one million cannon fodder troops launched a tide-like attack on the next line of defense of the Dalu Army without fear of death.

Under the cover of the cannon fodder army, the three pioneer corpses of Liu Yu and the other three, although they were the second-line spirit army, they also launched a fierce charge forward and frantically.

Countless nerves were pressed to the limit, and then the collapsed defeated soldiers rushed in crazily. Behind were countless war spirit troops, boundless.

All the soldiers on the second line of defense of the Dalu Army swallowed a mouthful and looked at the Marquis of Beilu.

The Beilu Hou watched the scene of the ruins of the 600,000 troops indifferently, so cold that there was no emotion: "Shoot!"

"Master!" All the staff and the chief generals were nervous.

"I said." Beilu Hou Tianjing said: "Shoot!"

"shooting!"

Thousands of stone throwers, bed crossbows, heavy crossbows and other medium and long-range weapons made the most angry roars on the four hundred miles front almost at the same time.

It's like a carpet bombing, completely covering the battlefield directly in front of you!
To be continued...