With sadness and unknown knowledge of the future, the generals returned to their respective troops in a panic. Tongcheng looked a little cold under the moonlight, but the outer side was brightly lit by the imperial court's anti-rebellion camp, like a galaxy in the sky, in a semicircle, surrounding Tongcheng.

Sitting on the wall, Molo looked at Luo Yishui beside him: "Senior brother, you shouldn't say this today. Now, the generals are afraid that they are at a loss and have no determination to die. How can they fight this battle?"

Luo Yishui shook his head: "It doesn't matter anymore. As long as Qin Feng starts, Wu Jian will be finished."

"Senior Brother, why don't you give Qin Feng a free gift? What a army of tens of thousands of people is just given to him?" Mo Luo was full of unwillingness.

Luo Yishui smiled: "Senior Brother, think about it from another perspective, or you can feel more comfortable."

"What angle?"

"You can think of this because of my decision, these tens of thousands of people will survive and tens of thousands of lives!" Luo Yishui said: "They are all my brothers. When I raised my arms and shouted, they followed me on the road without hesitation. Now that the road has come to an end, how can I not think about it for them?"

Molo fell silent for a while and said, "What are you going to do in the future?"

Luo Yishui suddenly laughed, "Senior Brother, the sky is high and the sea is wide, so you can't go there. By the way, you have been traveling in the world over the years, and you have even been overseas. Is it fun?"

"It's not a good thing to be fun or not. Overseas is not as good as you think. Those places are in chaos. Wherever I went, I can't make it!" Mo Luo smiled bitterly and said, "I don't understand the customs and people, and I can't understand the language. When I arrived in those places, I really knew what it means to do well at home and to go out everywhere. Otherwise, why would I come back?"

Luo Yishui patted Molo on the shoulder: "When the time comes, our brothers will go out together. What's the scary thing? We don't understand them, but we can force them to understand us! Let's go overseas, go to the stove, and make a fortune. Junior brother, you can't refuse."

Molo looked at Luo Yishui, but a feeling of sorrow surged in his heart, "Okay, I will definitely be with you then."

Luo Yishui stood up, "It's getting late. Junior brother, let's take a break soon. Tomorrow will be another hard battle. Next, I will negotiate terms with Qin Feng. You will support everything on the battlefield."

"Don't worry, Wu Jian wants to capture Tongzhou, how can he not shed the skin? Besides, didn't you say that, Qin Feng is about to start."

"Qin Feng's launch will inevitably be before negotiating with me. Before that, we still need to rely on ourselves to command the battle. Just listen to Chen Ci. Your good knife must be used on the blade." Luo Yishui said.

"I know." Molo nodded, turned to look at the flames in the distance, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother, how good would it be if Wu Jian, a dog bastard, suddenly died of illness, then we were at the end of our lives, and there was no way out. There was another village in the dark. There was no need to be angry with the little bastard Qin Feng."

Luo Yishui laughed: "Senior brother, let's not dream about this. Not to mention that Wu Jian himself is a master. Just talking about his age, he is only in his early sixties and is in good health. He is still far from death. Besides, I don't want him to die so safely. When Qin Feng starts, I still dream of losing him personally! The hundreds of heads of my Luo family are watching in the surging Luoshui. I must throw his head into the Luo River so that my Luo family can see his fate."

Looking at Luo Yishui's back as he laughed, Molo did not laugh.

He sat back on the wall and stared at the lights in the distance. After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He would not die from sudden illness, but maybe he would die outside. So what about the master? I, Molo, are only a little bit away now. It is said that this line of separation is a natural barrier, but Molo doesn't believe it. He wants to try it. The separation of the natural barrier is just one step away. If you dare to take this step, you might have to pass."

"If I could use my life to exchange for Wu Jian's life, it would be worth it!" Mo Luo jumped off the wall and walked towards his room. "As long as Wu Jian dies, the Hu Ben Army will be in chaos. Once the Hu Ben Army is in chaos, the senior brother will turn bad luck into good fortune. By that time, the forces in China who look at the wind will inevitably respond to the senior brother. Qin Feng's proud abacus will be bankrupt."

He laughed and walked into his house. After a moment, when he came out again, he was already wearing a strong suit, carrying the cloud bow on his back. In the quiver, there were only four cloud arrows left by him.

He was going to assassinate Wu Jian, and no matter how many ordinary arrows were taken, it would be useless.

Stepping onto the wall, he looked back at the place where Luo Yishui lives and said softly: "Senior Brother, take care of yourself!" He turned around and had no thoughts. He fell down the city wall in a flash and ran towards the sparks in the distance.

What he was going to kill was a master, and it was in the hinterland of the opponent's army. Regardless of whether he could succeed or not, the possibility of his return was zero. However, Molo felt it was worth it to exchange his life for victory in the entire war and completely reverse the situation.

He had lost his parents since he was young, and he went up the mountain at a young age and became a bandit. Later, by chance, he joined Weizhuang. At that time, Weizhuang was teaching the young Luo Yishui, and Luo Yishui moved into Luo Mansion with Weizhuang.

A Xialiba man from the countryside, a guy from a bandit, even if he was a disciple of Master Wei, he was naturally unpopular in the Luo Mansion. In those years, only Luo Yishui could make him feel warm.

For this warmth, he also wanted to take a try for Luo Yishui today.

The Huben Army's camp was extremely strict in protection, but for Molo, who had already entered the ranks of masters with half his feet, it was nothing more than a waste. Walking in the Huben Army's camp was like walking in the garden.

Along the way, he was like a ghost, constantly avoiding patrol soldiers and the stakes set up everywhere. In his eyes, those people were like bright lanterns, with no shape at all. When his martial arts practice reached his level, even if he had just a slight breath, it would be difficult to avoid the eyes and ears of people like them.

Take the shortest way and go straight to his target. In the middle of the camp, the big yellow tent that was several times larger than other tents.

Since entering the core defense circle, Molo's cloud-piercing bow was already in his hand, with his fourth green cloud-piercing arrow on it. There must be a large number of experts in this core defense circle. It is not easy to avoid their eyes and ears.

He approached carefully and tried hard to restrain his breath. He knew very well that as long as he had a little murderous aura, he would definitely be able to hide it from Wu Jian, who was already a master.

He felt very lucky, and he was still a little bit closer to his final goal. The Hu Ben Army camp was still quiet and there was no sound at all, and none of the imagined masters appeared.

He changed into the purple cloud-piercing arrow, which was the last of his seven cloud-piercing arrows and the most powerful one.

Slowly pulling the bow half, he stepped into the area of ​​the oversized tent, and then he saw a man.

A thin literati-like man, holding a wine glass in one hand and gently stroking his long beard with the other, looking at him with a smile.

"Moro, I'm finally waiting for you." The man raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with satisfaction, "I guess you will definitely come."

"Wu Jian!" Mo Luo had met Wu Jian. It was many years ago that he entered the palace with the guards. At that time, Wu Jian had not yet grown up a beard, nor was he as old as he is now.

"Mr. Wei has been working hard for the Great Yue all his life, but he met bad people. He taught you two rebels. If the Wei Master returns, he will be heartbroken." Wu Jian sighed softly.

Mo Luo's heart suddenly sank, but he still didn't hide it from the other party. Looking at Wu Jian, he spat with contempt: "Mr. Wei has been working hard for the Great Yue, but what about you, what about you, what kind of destruction of Yue Kingdom? It is really unfortunate that Da Yue has an emperor like you."

Wu Jian snorted coldly, "If it weren't for you ambitious people, how could Yue Kingdom be like this? But it doesn't matter. When I kill you all, I will naturally be able to clean up the old rivers and mountains again and then sway the glory."

"Purchase the old rivers and mountains?" Molo remembered Luo Yishui's words and laughed: "Is that so? Then see, can you take my arrow first?"

Looking at Mo Luo's slowly raised the cloud-piercing bow, Wu Jian's eyes were full of disdain, "Has Master Wu taught you? Although half-step master and a master are only half-step different, it is a world of difference. Just you want to kill me?"

"How can you know if you don't try it? Wu Jian, look up and see that now the sky is connected to the earth, and the earth is connected to the sky. The so-called difference is just one arm."

"Well said!" Wu Jian laughed, "Moro, do you know why you can easily come here? Do you know why you didn't meet someone who blocked you along the way?"

Molo ignored Wu Jian and slowly pulled open the cloud-piercing bow in his hand.

"Because there is no one in the Hu Ben Army's camp at this moment, only I am waiting for you here." Wu Jian drank all the wine in the glass, held the empty cup, and looked at Mo Luo: "Because the Hu Ben Army is setting up an ambush at this moment, waiting for Luo Yishui to save you! I guess Luo Yishui will definitely come to save you, are you brotherly love deep, right? So, I will give you this opportunity to see your brothers come to save you and then kill you, okay?"

"As long as you can kill you, all the ambush will be useless." Moro said coldly. As he finished speaking, his body slowly swelled up with the slowly pulling open of the Chuanyun Bow.

A strong breath spread outwards. Amid the sound of Molo's tent, it was torn into strips of cloth by these overflowing energy, and flew outwards.

The cloud-piercing bow lit up, and the purple cloud-piercing arrow lit up. (To be continued.).
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