Chapter 1556: The Purple God Palace's 80,000 Troops Take a Detour...
The man who said these words is a true disciple of Palace Master Kaiyang, named Jing Hongzhong. He has followed Palace Master Kaiyang for many years and is the first true disciple accepted by Palace Master Kaiyang.
After a pause, Jing Hongzhong then said, "The defeat of Zhuzhou has long been a foregone conclusion. Even if Ding Fuyu leads his 10,000 white-clothed troops to support, it will not help. I am sure that those who are now retreating to Genzhu Cliff will not succeed." Among the 20,000 troops, it is estimated that the combat effectiveness is extremely limited, and Oupu Pavilion is dominating one side, holding a hundred thousand elites, recharging their strength, waiting for work. We rushed forward rashly, I am afraid that even if we rescue Ding Fuyu and others, we This team will also suffer heavy losses.”
"Hongzhong!" Palace Master Kaiyang scolded softly, "Don't say such words that disturb the morale of the army again."
Next to him, a middle-aged general looked solemn, "I think that what he said is indeed reasonable! The 80,000 white-clothed troops, led by our famous Jianfeng, will become the main force of the Purple God Palace to guard Songzhou. There is no doubt that we can rush up to the core of the shrine and fight against the 100,000 troops of Oupu Pavilion, but is it worth fighting? "
"With all due respect, Zui Chong Peak's army is as vulnerable as their name suggests. To save a group of people like them who came to Zhuzhou seeking death, our team suffered heavy losses and it is definitely not worth it. "
"Master, during the battle at Kuishui Pass, Junior Brother Xuanyuan Yanchen fell into the river. His life and death were uncertain. Our lineage, named Jianfeng, has already suffered heavy losses. This battle must not be avoided."
The face of the Master of Kaiyang Palace was as indifferent as water.
Others were not worthy, but he knew very well what the Master of Tianshu Palace meant.
Others can die, but Ding Fuyu cannot.
He is the only person in Zishen Palace who can engrav military shields.
However, just because of Ding Fuyu's one willful behavior, 80,000 white-clad troops should take risks for him?
Palace Master Kaiyang's eyes flashed with a determined and ruthless look.
"Ding Fuyu's life is important, but the life of every soldier under Kaiyang is equally important." Kaiyang said slowly, "It is indeed a risky move for an army of 80,000 to support Genzhuya. In order to take the overall situation into consideration, The whole army... take a detour!"
"The palace master is wise!"
"The best policy is to withdraw to Songzhou as soon as possible."
"The remnants of Drunken Chong Peak are bringing their own fault and their own destruction."
Many generals beside Palace Master Kaiyang breathed a long sigh of relief.
The continuous battles these days,
They all tensed up their nerves. They just wanted to retreat to Songzhou immediately and join the large army.
"Palace Master, if after we go back, if Palace Master Tianshu asks..." Lu Yongheng could not help but frown slightly.
"How many days do you think the 100,000 Oupu Pavilion army can withstand the Zuichong Peak remnant army that surrounds and attacks less than 20,000 people?" Palace Master Kaiyang looked indifferent, "It's not that we won't save, it's just that we are waiting for our army. When we arrived, Genzhuya had already been completely occupied, so in order to keep the overall situation in mind and avoid a head-on collision with the 100,000-strong army at Oupu Pavilion, we had no choice but to take a detour."
Jing Hongzhong nodded suddenly, "Master should have thought more carefully."
"That's true."
"The palace master is wise."
The army moved on.
Palace Master Kaiyang's palm shook slightly, and the note turned into powder and disappeared with the wind.
Under the Genzhu Cliff, there is an army of one hundred thousand troops.
Zhang Wuchang holds a sword in his hand, a war horse on his hip, and his breath fills the sky.
The latest reports kept coming to my ears.
"The 80,000-strong army of the Purple God Palace is still two hundred miles away from Genzhu Cliff!"
"Purple God Palace's 80,000 troops are still 150 miles away from Genzhu Cliff!"
Zhang Wuchang felt the sword in his hand buzzing impatiently, and deep in his heart, there was a warm blood that gradually began to boil.
"Is it finally coming?" A smile appeared on Zhang Wuchang's face. He was looking forward to it. He couldn't wait to draw his sword immediately. At the same time, he looked back at the direction of the military camp. "Those people are probably a little impatient to wait." "
"Kill another palace lord, and the Purple God Palace can be declared destroyed in advance."
Zhang Wuchang sat on the horse, with the whistling wind in his ears.
"Report, the 80,000 troops of the Purple God Palace are only a hundred miles away from Genzhu Cliff!"
"Report..." This time, the commander in charge of the report rushed to Zhang Wuchang, looking a little hesitant.
Zhang Wuchang raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong? Is there any change in the army of the Purple God Palace?"
"Report to the Pavilion Master." The commander's expression showed confusion, "The 80,000 troops of the Purple God Palace have taken a detour!"
"What!"
Zhang Wuchang's face was suddenly shocked, and he stared at the commander in disbelief, "What did you say?"
The commander also looked a little hesitant, "The latest news is that the 80,000 troops of the Purple God Palace took a detour when they were less than 60 miles away from Genzhu Cliff."
Zhang Wuchang's eyes suddenly stared, "Are you kidding? This is impossible! It must be a conspiracy of the White Army. Keep watching and report at any time!"
"Yes!" The commander hurriedly retreated.
Zhang Wuchang's eyes narrowed coldly, and a cold light kept flashing, "Humph, no matter what conspiracy or method, in the face of absolute strength, everything will only make people feel ridiculous."
That same day, in the afternoon.
The commander continued to report, "Purple God Palace's 80,000 troops have detoured into the Wanzhu Mountains."
"It's just as I expected!" Zhang Wuchang immediately sneered, "You want to use the Wanzhu Mountains as a cover to sneak attack on our 100,000-strong army of Oupu Pavilion? Kaiyang, your idea is too naive."
Zhang Wuchang waved his arm decisively and said in a deep voice, "Don't alarm them, keep watching, wait until they come out of the Wanzhu Mountains, and then give them a heavy blow."
"Yes, Pavilion Master!" The commander turned around and left quickly.
Zhang Wuchang turned around quickly and walked into a tent.
"General Yuwen, tomorrow, the army of the Purple God Palace, the Kaiyang Palace Master will arrive."
In the tent, a burly and tall man was holding a bamboo slip in his hand. Hearing this, his expression was indifferent and calm, "I know."
Zhang Wuchang's heart was slightly shocked. Feeling the terrible breath in the air in the tent, he shuddered involuntarily, bowed and nodded quickly, and turned to leave the tent.
Then, Zhang Wuchang notified the two powerful men Zhao Sha and Zhao Da of the news.
That night, Zhang Wuchang was also very excited.
Killing a Purple God Palace Master is the greatest honor on the Eastern battlefield today.
A sleepless night.
The next day, early in the morning, Zhang Wuchang jumped on his warhorse with a sword in hand.
Soon, a warhorse came galloping.
The commander looked anxious and rushed to Zhang Wuchang.
"Is it finally coming?" Zhang Wuchang drew his sword, his eyes shining like arrows, "Where is the Purple God Palace army?"
The commander's face changed strangely for a few times, "The 80,000 troops of the Purple God Palace have passed through the other end of the Wanzhu Mountains, heading southeast, away from the Genzhu Cliff."