The turmoil that occurred in Wujing City soon spread throughout the Dawu Kingdom.

Those big families have spies everywhere, let alone capitals like Wujingcheng.

On the northern border of the Dawu Kingdom, in the war with the enemy country Chen and Liao, both sides had millions of troops, and had fought here for more than three years.

In the past two days, Chen Liao's army's offensive has become more than twice as fierce as before?

The general who fought bloodyly did not have time to wipe the blood from his face, jumped off his tired war horse and immediately trotted into the camp.

In the camp, a middle-aged man dressed in plain white casual clothes, with a mustache and a jade-like face was frowning slightly, looking at the sand table in front of him.

Beside him, there was a young man who looked a little similar to him, wearing armor and full of energy.

This young man is no one else, but the youngest son valued by the Eighth Prince, the little prince Wu Yuanbai.

Wu Yuanbai called the middle-aged man his father, and the identity of this middle-aged man was about to emerge.

It was the Eighth Prince who made great achievements, made great achievements and had great military power.

The situation on the sand table in front of the two was no longer optimistic.

The sand table is carefully carved by scouts to find out the surrounding environment.

At this time, the flags representing one's army on the sand table have been suppressed by the flags of the other party, and several places have even been broken.

From time to time, the Eighth Prince picked up a flag from the sand table and placed it in a certain place. He looked up and whispered to Wu Yuanbai to listen to his thoughts.

Although Wu Yuanbai is not very old, he has experienced battlefield fighting and has followed the Eighth Prince since he was a child and has a clear understanding of many military calligraphy techniques.

Although he is not old, he has been recognized by many military generals in the military.

Faced with the news from his father, Wu Yuanbai did not show any timidity and immediately explained the strategies he had conceived in detail.

Even the Eighth Prince, who had been in war for half his life, could not find any major problems.

The Eighth Prince looked at the boy in front of him with some pampering love and nodded.

The blood-filled general stumbled in and half his armor was broken.

There were also two wounds, blood gushing out, and a feather arrow penetrated his shoulder, and the blood dyed red along his body.

"Prince, our left wing was attacked by the enemy's light cavalry, and almost lost its supplies. So the soldiers fought to death and took back most of them..." The general knelt in front of the Eighth Prince, and said in tears, "This battle cost 1,200 brothers, and four hundred enemies were killed. The last general was killed, which was not enough to atone for his sins."

"""" He lowered his head, not daring to look at the Eighth Prince whom he regarded as a god.

Although most of the food and supplies were desperately reclaimed, a large number of brothers were lost because of this.

At this time, the front line was tight, and every brother should not easily lose it. He lost 1,200 times, and the general's heart was almost bleeding.

Not to mention, almost one-third of the food and supplies lost, which added considerable pressure to the front line.

Military orders are like mountains, and throwing food and soldiers is almost a death sentence.

The general knelt in front of the Eighth Prince, wiped his tears hard, and said resolutely: "I hope the prince will take care of Mo Jiang's family for so many years, and will die without regrets."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately pulled out the sword on his waist, which was still stained with the enemy's blood, and committed suicide with his backhand.

But at this critical moment, a big hand gently supported his arm.

The general immediately felt a strong force that stopped his movements and made his movements unable to make any progress.

The skin around his neck could almost feel the coldness of the sword. As long as the sword tip was sent in an inch, it would take his life.

However, in a trance, his hands were empty. After looking closely, the Eighth Prince gently lifted the sword with both hands.

The general raised his head and closed his eyes. As a criminal general, he did not dare to look at the supreme commander of the three armies.

The Eighth Prince didn't say anything, just had a pair of deep eyes, as if appreciating a work of art, looking at the sword in his hand.

This sword is not a magic weapon, it is just made of steel that has been tempered for thousands of times.

The sword edge has long been rolled up, densely packed, like a canine teeth intertwined.

Blood almost blackened the entire front. Just looking at this sword, you can clearly feel how intense the battle is.

The Eighth Prince gently stroked the rolled blade on the sword.

You know, on the battlefield, one inch long and one inch stronger.

The general even cut the swords that were close to each other, which was enough to show the thrilling battle.

Not to mention, the general's injuries, if he is on an ordinary person, may have died.

"It's enough to save some food and food in front of you."

The Eighth Prince sighed softly and said slowly, "My general can only die on the battlefield."

"Whoever kills your soldiers, your brother, will you seek revenge."

The general kneeling on the ground trembled. He held his head up and closed his eyes, but tears surged down like a dam.

"Remember today's lesson, your sword is also my sword."

"My sword never drinks the blood of his own people."

The Eighth Prince said word by word, and the almost broken sword was completely renewed in his hands! The place where the curling blade he stroked with his hand was actually smoothed with force. After he stroked the entire sword body, the sword was like new, erasing all the gaps and curling blades! Such a magical scene also made Wu Yuanbai, who was beside him secretly call himself a little surprised.

"The father is indeed the father. With such means, I don't know what realm the father is now..." Wu Yuanbai himself is also a cultivator and has the cultivation level of the Golden Pill Realm.

So he knew more clearly that the pony power needed to be able to achieve the Eighth Prince, which was like this, would be the almost broken sword.

"Prince..." The general slowly opened his eyes and saw the new sword in the eighth prince's hand, his voice trembling in distorted.

"Go, general, become my sword and overcome all obstacles for me."

The Eighth Prince nodded with a smile, re-gived the sword to the general, and then patted his shoulder.

A warm force quickly spread throughout the general's limbs and bones.

In just two breaths, the wound on the general's body recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The general knelt on the ground and shouted, "Dare you not to die for the prince!"

The Eighth Prince shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not for me, you should die for the great military service."

"yes!"

The general did not change his words, took his sword and took his order and left.

"Father, it seems that even Chen Liao's side has received the news."

After the general left, the little prince Wu Yuanbai walked up and whispered, "In the past two days, Chen Liao's offensive has obviously become much more rapid, obviously I want to take the opportunity to expand the situation of the war."

Facing his son's question, the Eighth Prince did not answer it on the spot, but instead nodded with a smile and asked back: "Well, Yuanbai, what do you think our army should be?"

Wu Yuanbai did not refuse, but just frowned and pondered for a moment, and then gave the answer.

"The enemy's offensive is fierce, and the fighting spirit is stimulated. The so-called one-stop action will decline again, and three-in-one will be exhausted."

"Now is the time when the Chen Liao army is working hard, and our army should avoid the edge.

The son-in-law believes that at this time, we should shrink the defense line and condense the army into a stream, consuming the opponent's sharpness."

"In this way, our army does not have to divide its troops elsewhere, but only needs to defend the rear to ensure the normal operation of food, grass and supplies.

If you constrain your defenses, the Chen Liao army will naturally lose its momentum. Then, with the elite cavalry, you will surprise the enemy with your head-on attack!"

Wu Yuanbai was full of energy and expressed his ideas, with a bit of pride and pride on his face.

When the Eighth Prince heard this, he couldn't help but nod. Wu Yuanbai was so young that he had such a climate and a promising future.

Those who know how to avoid their sharpness, young and energetic but unable to stick to it are all rare nature and qualities.

"What does the Father think?"

Wu Yuanbai felt that his strategy was perfect and he was naturally very proud, especially in front of his most respected father, he asked immediately.

"With such insight, my son will be famous in the future!"

The Eighth Prince was not stingy with his love for this child, so he patted his shoulder and nodded.
Chapter completed!