Chapter 973 Attending a Meeting

The location of the negotiation between the two forces was at the Wolf Smoke Pass guarded by Wu Yi. It can be said that this was the closest to confidentiality since Wu Yi entered the upper world Daji Dynasty under the identity of Chen Yan.

Whether this matter was good or bad for Wu Yi could not be seen at the moment, as there were too many variables. Wu Yi had not even heard the voice of the Northern Army Marshal from beginning to end, let alone seeing the real person. He could only imagine it in his mind.

As for the negotiation location, the location of the Wolf Smoke Pass was very good, with towering terrain, isolated wolf smoke, and plains on all sides. From here, one could see what was happening within a hundred miles.

Whether the two sides were ambushing the army, it was impossible to hide it. In this way, there was a prerequisite for mutual trust in the negotiations.

However, if we have to compare the advantages and disadvantages, the Northern tribes are a nation on horseback, and the cavalry of the Daji Dynasty, because of their small number, generally do not take the lead in the army. If something changes, the Northern tribes can besiege this place within a day, while the horses of the Daji Dynasty will be much later.

If the Northern Army Marshal is trapped at that time, Wu Yi, the garrison commander of Langyankou, will inevitably be one of the scapegoats.

Speaking of which, since Wu Yi copied a pattern of the Golden Dragon's reverse scales in his sea of ​​consciousness, all kinds of things have happened around Wu Yi, as if to force Wu Yi to the center of the situation.

In the past few days, Wu Yi has been patrolling the four directions carefully, especially during this period, he cannot use his magic power, and he has no chance to escape.

However, it is precisely because Wu Yi has no chance to escape that he will burn his boats and do his best to protect the identity of Chen Yan.

Instead of thinking about giving up his identity and leaving the Great Ji Dynasty, the sect mission is important, but his life is more important, not to mention that he is not the only disciple who came to the Great Ji Dynasty.

Now, there is no such idea.

For this purpose, Wu Yi looks for all possible hidden dangers. Such a strict patrol naturally found many spies by Wu Yi. In addition, many tribes near Langyankou have become believers of Shen Congyue. At this moment, they have become spies in the enemy, and Wu Yi knows even more.

Wu Yi naturally knew that the Northern Army Marshal had his own information channels, but he still had to report what he needed to report, three times a day, diligently, because Wu Yi had various information channels, and some details were not even known to the Northern Army Marshal.

It was also because of this that the Northern Army Marshal became interested in Wu Yi. On the evening of the third day of stationing at Langyankou, a personal soldier of the Marshal came to Wu Yi's tent and said that the Marshal had invited him.

Wu Yi naturally made an expression of overjoyed joy and entertained this personal soldier well, but this personal soldier strictly followed the military order and ignored Wu Yi's flattery. He didn't say a word, probably because he looked down on Wu Yi.

Wu Yi was not interested in these trivial matters, but he was thinking about why the Marshal summoned him and how he should speak when answering.

After tidying up his clothes, Wu Yi stood up and followed. The clothes on his body were actually the most basic military uniform. Wu Yi was assigned as a captain and had his own independent military uniform, but on the battlefield, whoever wore conspicuous clothes would be the target of local archers.

Wu Yi was afraid of death, so he always wore the clothes of a soldier. His own people knew that Wu Yi was extraordinary and would not look down on him. As for others, it would be better if they were willing to look down on Wu Yi.

Others must wear gorgeous clothes to show respect to the marshal when meeting him, and Wu Yi was ready to do so. In front of the marshal, it didn't matter what he wore.

This marshal's personal soldier obviously looked down on Wu Yi's existence. Along the way, he never looked at Wu Yi straight in the eye, and was arrogant and proud of his status.

Although his assignment might not be as high as Wu Yi's, as the saying goes, the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, don't look down on a small personal soldier, but he also went to the battlefield with the marshal, and he might have saved the marshal before.

All the way in silence, people ignored him, Wu Yi did not want to bother with this, the marshal wanted to see him, but it was not this person.

After layers of searches, for the marshal's safety, this group of people performed their duties conscientiously, but it was hard for Wu Yi, even the knife used to shave meat when eating sheep was searched out.

Wu Yi suppressed his dissatisfaction and kept saying to himself in his heart: This is not my body, this is not my body! It was considered to have passed the search.

On the battlefield, everything is simple. If Wu Yi was visiting the prime minister in the capital at this moment, he would have to be taught a lesson in etiquette.

Entering the central army tent, it was dozens of meters wide, with broadswords like forests, long spears like peaks, and various weapons listed in it. Many famous swords from the previous dynasty were displayed, murderous and chilling. Collecting precious swords is the hobby of almost every commander.

When they came to Langyankou before, Wu Yi escorted them all the way. Wu Yi looked at everything they brought, and he had never had these things.

Appearing here at this moment, Wu Yi once again saw the power and ability of the Northern Army Marshal. Even under his nose, there are many blind spots.

Some of the swords, spears and halberds on the left and right gave Wu Yi a bad feeling. They seemed to be fierce soldiers, full of blood, and maybe they even gave birth to weapon spirits and became gods. However, with such a strong evil spirit, it was a problem for these weapon spirits to have some consciousness.

Wu Yi was born in the immortal way. He had seen thousands of magic weapons, and any one of them was better than all those present, so he naturally looked down on these weapons.

What Wu Yi really values ​​​​is the obsession left in the weapons of those who have used these weapons. There is anger, unwillingness, joy, the joy of meeting an opponent, and the helplessness of being unable to save the country. The mourning is the glory of Feng Langjuxu...

Every weapon is a story of flesh and blood, a classic that can be sung and cried, a good general that will go down in history, or an incompetent general that will be infamous throughout the ages.

There is only one attendant beside the marshal of the Northern Army. He is not a good hand among thousands of people. He is just a boy servant, waiting for pen and ink, and his hands are powerless.

But even so, Wu Yi also believed that if he launched an attack, the soldiers outside the camp could instantly enter and subdue him.

The Marshal of the Northern Army had his back to Wu Yi, but looking from behind, one could still see that the Marshal of the Northern Army was a handsome man with a gentle manner and elegant demeanor.

"This is a weapon used by a fierce general in the Qing Dynasty. It is about ten feet long and weighs two hundred kilograms. When people see it, it is cut into pieces, and when horses see it headless, it is called the Tiger Roaring Sword. The famous general holds this weapon, and I don't know how many enemies are frightened. . After thousands of years, the edge remains the same, worthy of the name of a divine weapon!"

When the marshal of the Northern Army heard Wu Yi's footsteps, he looked at the sword in front of him and said calmly without looking back.