At night.

The fire has become faint.

At the same time, the 500,000 army that Cangmang had arrived had arrived at the Daozu Plain and began to rest.

In the second half of the night, you will arrive at Hongmeng Pass.

At that time, it will be the time when the Cangmang army launches an attack on the Wudao Pass.

Ji Kong could no longer wait and ordered the army in Hongmeng Pass to start extinguishing the fire.

Black ash is the residue after burning, while white powder is transformed from bones.

The seven hundred thousand army was so turned into ashes and was trampled by the vast army.

Boom!

Thunder thunder on the flat ground.

It's like God helping.

The raindrops as big as beans fell, from slow to rapid, and soon, began to wash away the earth.

It was pouring rain.

The ground became turbid, and there were still scarlet blood, mixed in the rain, and it looked very cunning.

The Crazy Evil Army became busy in the rain, digging ditches and draining sewage to the nearby rivers, and then flowing into the Daozu Plain to irrigate the farmland.

"There are the ashes and blood of the 700,000 prayer army to irrigate the farmland, and there will be a bumper harvest next year." Ji Kong stood on the city wall and sneered.

The Hongmeng Mountains are close to Hongmeng Pass, and on both sides, more than 30,000 soldiers from Liu Da are also busy.

They have a hard time.

You cannot make fire, you can only hunt some wild animals to eat raw.

And he also has to busy making some big rocks and thick trees into rolling wood, fixing them with vines, military ropes, etc., and leave them for other people to use.

Liu Da did not hide from the rain. He knew very well that at this time, he should work with the soldiers in the rain, so as to stabilize the morale of the army and establish prestige.

To endure some hardship and get tired is to hold the power in the future, and to raise your arms and shout, the soldiers under your command are willing to work hard with their lives.

The same is true for Liang Hou. If you can become a prince in one place, you will definitely have no shortage of ways to win people's hearts.

What's more, he is a strong master in the Grandmaster realm, so he can withstand this rain better than ordinary warriors.

He was glad that he survived, and even more glad that the vast army at Hongmeng Pass did not find himself and others secretly climbing the mountain in the previous chaos.

Although I don’t know what it is for Liu Da to ask him to prepare huge rocks and rolling woods, he has made every effort to make it live.

The soldiers were all fighting desperately.

They witnessed the Alliance Army's disastrous defeat with their own eyes, and their hearts were full of hatred for the vast army.

Cangmeng is the invader.

They are warriors.

As long as the invaders can be defeated, they are willing to sacrifice their lives.

At least, death will not be worse than the Alliance.

At the Enlightenment Pass, the princes were still kneeling in the rain.

The 400,000 army, except for the chef and chef who cook, also knelt on one knee in the rain.

The downpour of rain cannot destroy their inner anger and hatred.

The tent of the 700,000 Alliance Army has been deeply imprinted in my heart.

But at the same time, they are confused and confused.

Are the remaining ones really capable of defending the enlightenment level and preventing the Cangmang Iron Cavalry from trampling on them?

Can people who pray for their wishes be free from being killed by the vast army?

Like this dark night, no one can see hope.

Except... the Duke of Qin.

"Everyone, get up." Duke Qin appeared on the city wall, looking at the distance that was completely shrouded in darkness, full of murderous aura.

Cao Dingtian and others stood up one after another and bowed to the Duke of Qin.

Everyone was soaked in the rain.

Perhaps, this is the most embarrassing time in the Thirteen Princes’ life.

"Since I am the leader, can you completely obey my arrangements?" asked the Duke of Qin.

"Natural." Cao Dingtian spoke first.

Yang Sai nodded.

Naturally, the rest of the people would not have any opinions, and even if they had any opinions, they would not dare to mention them.

Now it is a major event in the country, and it is related to the rise and fall of prayers, and it is no longer a battle for hegemony among the princes.

Anyone's little thoughts will temporarily restrain themselves.

If the crisis of enlightenment level is not eliminated for a day, no one dares to imagine anything else.

No one wants to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and never turn over.

No one wants to be a thousand years later, but there are still people pointing at their noses and calling them the country ruined.

"Let's have a meeting."

The Duke of Qin said lightly and turned around and left.

A group of princes followed the Duke of Qin to leave the city wall and entered the brightly lit conference hall.

Before everyone could sit down, soldiers brought clean towels and a bowl of hot ginger soup.

"None of them are children. The rain overnight will not cause your body to collapse, but will only make you more awake."

The Duke of Qin sat in the first place, and his old voice came out faintly.

Everyone nodded, drank the ginger soup, and wiped the moist hair with a towel.

After a moment, everyone remained silent.

A ball appeared from the hands of the Duke of Qin and placed it gently on the table.

Immediately, a light curtain appeared in the middle of the conference table.

On the picture, the vast army is digging ditches.

The Duke of Qin said sadly: "My 700,000 prayer passionate man will be turned into fertilizer for the Daozu Plain to irrigate the farmland. If the Daozu Plain cannot be reclaimed, every grain of food eaten by the vast people will be the flesh and blood of the man I pray for!"

No one answered.

But everyone's eyes were full of hatred.

National hatred is overwhelming!

"Everyone, do you have any good suggestions or ideas?" asked the Duke of Qin again.

Still no one spoke.

After just experiencing a crushing defeat, who dares to come up with a random idea?

The enlightenment level can no longer stand the defeat.

"No?"

The Duke of Qin said lightly: "Then let those who have ideas say it. Mr. Xu."

One by one, one gaze converged at the door.

Xu Yi's face was indifferent and he walked towards him strode.

Behind him was Xue Yizhen, whose eyes were slightly red.

Everyone stared at Xu Yi.

The Duke of Qin stood up and bowed to Xu Yi: "From this moment, I will hand over the lives of all the soldiers of the Wudao Pass, including all the princes and masters, including me, to the gentleman."

"What?"

Everyone's pupils contracted.

All the lives of everyone are left to Xu Yi?

"Duke, Mr. Xu, it's hard to say whether he is from the Xu family. We don't even know whether he is a prayer person. If he is a vast person, then we..."

"Teacher Cao, dare you bet with me?" Xu Yi said.

"What are you betting on?" Cao Dingtian was stunned.

"Betting on life."

Xu Yi said lightly: "If I lose the enlightenment barrier in this battle, I will let you deal with my life. But if I drive the vast people out of the land of the Prayer Country, you will be punished."
To be continued...