Chapter 414 Survival From Desperate Situation

"We'll escort you out!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis, come with us!"

One by one, the personal guards knelt in front of Marquis Weiwu.

They tried hard to persuade Marquis Weiwu, hoping that the Marquis could leave with them.

From the perspective of people in this era, life is different from person to person.

Some people's lives are inherently more important and precious than others.

For example, Wei Wuhou.

Someone once commented that a mighty prince can serve as an army of millions.

Although this is an exaggeration, it is enough to show the importance of the mighty prince.

However, although it is an exaggeration, it is not groundless. The basis is roughly based on this. In the past, there were more than a million troops stationed on the border, but frequent harassment and occasional looting also occurred, which was very distressing.

Since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, there have been only two periods when the two frontiers were the most stable. One was the rise of Weiwuhou. He guarded one side and used his superb commanding ability to control the barbarians outside the Great Wall. The barbarians did not dare to go south and herd horses. .

Therefore, it is appropriate to evaluate the mighty prince by saying that one person can serve as a million soldiers.

As for the other of these two stable periods, it is naturally the rise of the champion.

Lu Mingfei used another method, a method unique to his champion, to achieve a similar effect to that of Mighty Hou.

The so-called champion, the champion, is the person who bravely wins the three armies.

Therefore, in the hearts of the guards, and even in the hearts of the vast majority of the Zhou soldiers, the life and death of Wei Wuhou was far more important than the existence of their army, and the outcome of this war.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if this war is won in the end, but Weiwuhou is dead, no matter how great the victory is, it is meaningless. For the Great Zhou Dynasty, Weiwuhou's death can even be said to be traumatic.

Therefore, they must do their best to save the life of Marquis Weiwu. ,

But who is he?

The mighty Marquis of Wu, the majestic military god of the Zhou Dynasty.

How could his will be easily shaken by others.

If it can be shaken, Weiwuhou will no longer be Weiwuhou.

At this moment, no matter how hard his personal guards tried to persuade him, he couldn't kneel down and even broke his forehead.

Marquis Weiwu sat still.

His position overlooked the entire battlefield.

Marquis Wei Wu opened his eyes and quietly watched the battle situation gradually eroding and heading toward collapse.

leave?

It is absolutely impossible to leave!

The world admires him and calls him a military god. He doesn't dare to be regarded as a god, but his confidence in military strategy is not weaker than anyone in the world.

Counting the time, Shentu and the others should have reached Dragon City.

Using themselves as bait to lure the enemy deeper, one group of troops directly attacked the enemy's royal city, another group of troops burned down Wang Jue's camps, and the third group of troops waited for work. At the last moment, they entered the battlefield and severely damaged the barbarians' strength.

Marquis Weiwu secretly planned his plan in his heart.

If it were another person, it wouldn't have such a miraculous effect. The key to this plan is that he uses the name of Mighty Marquis to attract the barbarians and make them move and lose their concentration.

In this battle, whoever loses concentration first will lose half the battle first.

It should have been a total loss. Ever since Marquis Weiwu read Lu Mingfei's battle report, he changed his previous concept. In fact, when Lu Mingfei's battle report was sent to his desk for the first time, he read it carefully. Once again, Marquis Weiwu's first reaction was not relief, but anger.

He thinks it's fake. He has fought all the way to get to where he is now. Can't you still tell what is a real battle report and what is a fake battle report? Just like Lu Mingfei, he charged into the town alone more than once. He beheaded the generals in front of the battle and was still safe and sound. However, the number of heads he beheaded by one person was the total of hundreds of people. One by one, the eyes of the mighty prince jumped. This is angry.

He knew that his incompetent child was very naughty, but he never thought that he could be so naughty. The battle report is so important, but he dared to cheat. How many heads do you have, Lu Mingfei? Even a hundred heads are not enough for military law. Cut it!

The angry Marquis Weiwu issued a death order and re-checked him. Not even a single head was wrong. What else could be done to kill the generals in front of the formation? What do you think fighting is? Is it a story interpretation in a picture book?

ridiculous!

How ridiculous!

Perhaps others would still marvel at Lu Mingfei's illustrious military exploits. Marquis Weiwu was different, and he was not the only one who was different. Anyone who was a soldier and had been on the battlefield in person could see how outrageous this battle report was.

They even vaguely recalled the time when Marquis Weiwu had just emerged.

But it's different.

They could barely understand the performance of Marquis Weiwu. Although they needed to think about the military god's strategy for a long time and make many gestures on the sand table, they were still within the understandable range.

As for the young general who calls himself Lu Mingze...

Looking at the exaggerated description in the battle report, deep doubts and curiosity arose in their hearts.

Is this a battle report or a romance novel?

Even romance novels wouldn’t be made up like this.

The more they experience the battlefield and the more they understand the war, the more firmly these people will believe that this battle report is fraudulent.

Especially Wei Wuhou.

No one knows the virtues of his bastard better than him.

He spends his days either fighting with people and causing trouble, or sitting idle in the teahouse listening to people tell stories. How can he kill an enemy in front of a battle with this thing? Do not make jokes!

Until one battle report after another flew to the capital like a snowflake.

Then combine it with feedback from your own message channels.

All information points to one fact.

These look like fake battle reports, but they are not fake.

The above records are all true.

It really can't be true anymore.

They are confused.

Marquis Weiwu locked himself in the study for a day and a night.

He wouldn't go out unless he had to go to court.

He did nothing else that whole day and night. He just read the battle report over and over again. He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it out. He really couldn't figure it out.

On the morning of the next day, all the generals on the military attaché train had bloodshot eyes and sleepy faces, which frightened the civil servants to death. What was going on? What did these gangsters do last night? Are they plotting something there?

Even the emperor looked over here in surprise. It was not a good thing for military attaches to collude with each other.

The emperor and civil servants immediately started investigating, but when the final report was presented in front of them, they felt dumbfounded.

The reason why the temples of Dazhou were in turmoil was actually because of a small frontier general.

Just this record...

They don't have the eyesight of the military attachés, but they can compare. There was someone like this more than ten years ago, so they can't help but murmur in their hearts.

Is there another mighty prince?

Regardless of other people's thoughts, let's just talk about Mighty Marquis. After taking a few days to accept that the bastard in his family was actually a very powerful person, as the commander-in-chief, his thoughts were ready to change again.

A strong general is to a commander what a magic weapon is to a stranger, or a fine wine is to an old drunkard.

One can imagine how this could not make people feel itchy.

Marquis Weiwu laid out the sand table, thinking that he had a strong general like Lu Mingfei under his command, but he had trouble estimating the combat power of this bastard. After all, Marquis Weiwu had never encountered such a person before, even the most powerful general. , compared with Lu Mingfei's battle report, it still feels slightly inferior.

Marquis Weiwu had never encountered anything like this before.

Despite being distressed, my heart was filled with excitement.

Interesting, interesting. With such a fierce general, I still have to worry about what kind of military formation cannot be carved out, and the tactics and tactics that were only in the imaginary stage in the past are now possible. Xinxing, can't help but gear up and can't wait.

Everyone is curious about what it would be like if the champion and the mighty prince were the best in the world in terms of their military skills.

Just thinking about such a future makes people's hearts swell.

It's just a pity.

Everyone knows that these two people will be successful together.

But everyone knows that there is absolutely no possibility of their cooperation.

This is a no-brainer.

Soldiers are pure soldiers, but war is not pure war. Anyone with a little knowledge knows one thing, that is, the essence of war is the continuation of politics. Sometimes it is not the commander-in-chief or the general who really affects the direction of a war, but They are the nobles above the temple.

If the mighty marquis and the champion marquis were allowed to join forces, then someone in the bright yellow palace in the capital would not be able to sleep.

The personal guards were still trying to persuade Marquis Weiwu that even if the war was lost, they should at least ensure the safety of the Great Zhou Army God.

But Weiwuhou remained indifferent.

There was no way he could leave.

The mighty lord's handsome flag is here.

He is here.

Even if he dies, he will die with his soldiers.

After trying to persuade him to no avail, several guards looked at each other and nodded.

"I'm sorry, General!"

They swarmed forward, grabbing his shoulders, grabbing his hands and feet, trying to control the mighty prince.

The safety of Marquis Weiwu was too important. Even if they offended him, they would just kill themselves afterwards to apologize. But if they had to watch Marquis Weiwu die here, even if they died, they would have no shame to see the Zhou soldiers under the Nine Springs.

"Um?"

From the perspective of Marquis Weiwu.

A figure flashed out quickly, and he shot continuously in the lightning flash. It gave people the feeling of changing his image. He only heard a few bangs, and the guards who tried to control the mighty prince and took him away were already flying upside down. .

Several people lying on the ground were obviously seriously injured. For a while, they could only roll over and could not get up again.

They struggled to look at the side of Marquis Weiwu, where stood a person covered in a black robe. Judging from the body shape, it turned out to be a woman.

"I said that."

"I do not go."

Marquis Weiwu once again turned his attention to the increasingly eroded battlefield. His hands were shaking, but he had to keep looking. No matter how reluctant he was, he had to force himself to keep looking. Just like this, he could clearly see how everyone died. of.

An atmosphere of sadness filled the air under the commanding banner of the mighty Marquis.

Five thousand people were going to die.

Marquis Weiwu is also going to die.

For many years, Dazhou has never suffered such a tragic defeat.

The barbarian cavalry tore apart the military formation and rushed straight to the mighty lord's flag.

The smell of blood on the battlefield was so strong that it made people sick.

They don't know what to do next.

Marquis Weiwu has not given orders for a long time.

Everyone knows what this means.

Even the Great Zhou Military God believed that there was no way to save the situation at this moment, and anything he did would be in vain.

So what else can they do?

There is no way.

Except waiting to die.

There is no way.

It was at this time. "what is that!"

"Master Hou!"

At first the soldiers thought they were delusional.

He blinked hard and rubbed again.

But the scene in the distance is still really happening.

Immediately a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Master Hou!"

"Master Hou!"

"It's Lord Marquis who is here!"

The rest of the people present were confused.

Even a little irritable.

What time has it been now? Why are you still jabbering and arguing? Young people are young people and they don’t know the importance at all! What could be more important than the safety of the Marquis? I don’t want to think about how to take the Marquis away, so what are you talking about here...

etc!

A few people came back to their senses.

The Marquis this guy calls... doesn't seem to be the mighty Marquis!

They followed the soldiers' gaze with suspicion.

really!

The look of decadence and despair was gone.

What replaced it was the ecstasy of the aftermath.

Even Weiwuhou, who was sitting motionless under his command, had such a drastic change in his expression for the first time. He narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then closed them down in the next second. It was as fast as an illusion. After that, Weiwuhou gave people The feeling changed, the stale aura on his body disappeared, and the eye-catching grace reappeared on this man.

The Great Zhou Military God is back.

He grabbed a command arrow. Seeing this, the guards looked excited and bowed down one after another, saying in unison.

"Please give the order, General!"

Marquis Weiwu squinted his eyes, his eyes flickering unsteadily. He recalled all the tactics and tactics he had imagined in his mind one by one, which were corroborated with the current battle situation. For a moment, he was hesitant, but it was not that he didn't know how to start as before, but There are too many choices to make a move. It is said that this is a battlefield, an ever-changing battlefield, and decisions should be made extremely quickly. How could the mighty Marquis, who is known as the military god of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not understand this reason, but he just wasted his time.

Perhaps it is because he has determined from the bottom of his heart that this battle is over. The winner has been divided, five thousand versus tens of thousands. The final victory still belongs to them. Since it is a destined outcome, all that needs to be done is Towards this end, that's all.

However, there may be other possibilities.

For example, he has been waiting for this day for too long. No one probably thought that Wei Wuhou had speculated countless times about the situation of joining forces with the gangster, and imagined countless times that if the gangster was under his control, he would be at his mercy. Commanding, what an experience it must be.

But now, all the ideas have come true.

All regrets have been made up for.

Marquis Wei Wu grabbed the command arrow and looked at the bronze-faced general tearing apart the barbarian army in the distance. It was said that this was the first time he saw the gangster take action. This scene was really amazing. The heavy Fang Tian painted halberd was in the chaos. The boy's hand was as light as paper, and he swung it freely, unstoppable. Marquis Weiwu even saw with his own eyes that bastard's halberd, splitting the dead horse into two pieces. He was deeply shocked, how big this was. The strength!

Is this really a human being?

Even Marquis Weiwu was thinking secretly in his heart.

Is this bastard really the child of my wife and me?