That night.
Gu Wei, Gu Yun, Wei Wuji, and Nangong Yu gathered together, each with a solemn expression on their face.
Nangong Yu is now Gu Wei's deputy general and has the right to participate in war discussions.
Recently, the war situation has become tense and Beijiang is finding it increasingly difficult to fight. Fengwu's soldiers are on their way to provide support.
With each passing day that Zhou Wei's soldiers gained strength, their swordsmanship became more sophisticated, and their deployment became more bizarre and changeable, leaving people completely confused.
If they continue like this, they will lose sooner or later.
Gu Yun said coldly: "Zhou Wei must have been instructed by an expert, otherwise he wouldn't have become so powerful all of a sudden."
Gu Wei's eyes were filled with deep thought, his slender knuckles resting on a canyon on the Zhouwei border, he looked at the topographic map for a long time without saying a word.
Nangong Yu said: "Don't you think Zhou Wei's current tactics are very familiar?"
Everyone was confused.
Nangong Yu briefly said: "A hundred years ago, in the country of Wu and Yue, there was a Yue woman."
Wei Wuji frowned, "Now that you mention it, I remember that a hundred years ago, Wu Yue relied on the swordsmanship of the Yue girl to develop from a small country on the edge to the leader of the Ten Kingdoms at that time, and almost unified the world. Now a hundred years have passed, the Yue girl should have died, could it be that her descendants have come out of seclusion?"
Nangong Yu nodded. "Yes, Zhou Wei does have a descendant of Yue girl in his hands, the Tian Jue assassin of Guangyao Palace."
Gu Yun's expression changed slightly, "A hundred years ago in Wu Yue, a Yue woman taught Wu Yue soldiers swordsmanship. Every Wu Yue soldier used a sword, just like Zhou Wei today."
His brows were filled with worry. "If the girl hadn't suddenly left and lived in seclusion in the mountains, Wu Yue might have been able to unify the world. What's more, Wu Yue was just an unknown small country with very few soldiers at that time, but now Zhou Wei has gathered the forces of four countries..."
Gu Yun didn't finish the rest of his words, but everyone understood.
A heavy worry spread among the few people.
Gu Wei didn't say anything, just staring at the canyon below him, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he came back to his senses and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, speed is of the essence in war, as long as we annihilate Zhou Wei's troops in one fell swoop before the descendants of Yue Girl's swordsmanship can reach perfection."
Although they said so, Gu Yun and the others did not respond.
Zhou Wei has a large population. How easy is it to annihilate them?
Moreover, as long as the descendants of Yue women exist, soldiers wielding swords will continue to emerge.
Unless, the descendants of Yue women are killed to eliminate it from the source.
But some people knew that this was almost impossible to do.
Even if it is achieved, it will come at a heavy price.
So no one has proposed this idea yet.
After discussing tomorrow's strategy, everyone went back to rest.
After Gu Wei returned to the tent, he opened the letter that Xie Ling had sent him today.
Xie Ling would write to him every few days, and this was the moment that Gu Wei looked forward to most every day, as it could allow his tense nerves to relax instantly.
Xie Ling writes letters without any pattern. She writes whatever comes to her mind. Sometimes it's about seeing beautiful flowers, sometimes it's about eating delicious food... These fragmented daily memories make Gu Wei feel like he is accompanying Xie Ling.
His lips curled up unconsciously, and his cold expression gradually turned into tenderness.
But as he looked at it, his brows furrowed and his facial features became gradually solemn.
“Let me tell you, my father’s Changfeng Guards are too powerful. After we found the Wushisan Mine, it took us only half a day to wipe out this group of soldiers in one fell swoop.
Then I burned all the Wu Shi San in a fire, imitating Lin Gong's gunpowder.
Moreover, I also found a lot of war reserve food here, and I moved them all out. Hahahaha, Zhou Wei must be so anxious!
The Changfeng Guards are so powerful that they should not be buried. After I finish dealing with things here, I will immediately take them to the battlefield for support. Wait for me."
Gu Wei's hand holding the letter trembled slightly.
Is A Ling coming?
He looked up at the vast starry sky, his long eyelashes trembling.
It seems we can't delay any longer.
*
Zhou Wei Camp.
Ji Wuwang tore up the document in his hand with trembling hands, and his face turned purple.
Everyone under his seat had the same reaction as him.
"This is too much!" An old general slammed the table top hard, almost breaking the glass table top into pieces.
Wei Shengxuan's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "The Wushisan Mine is gone, we can only fight quickly. Zibing--"
Zibin nodded, "I am here."
Wei Shengxuan narrowed his eyes, murderous intent trembling throughout his body, "Bring Shiqi with you for a surprise attack. It's time to let them see Shiqi and know how powerful we are."
Zibin bowed and said, "Yes."
The other generals on the seat were also eager to try, with gleams in their eyes.
The last battle was three days ago. After three days of training, Zhou Wei's soldiers' swordsmanship has improved to a higher level.
They are all looking forward to it. Will they win against Gu Wei this time?
As long as he defeats Gu Wei, even just once, he will become famous all over the world.
After receiving Weishengxuan's order, Zibing quickly opened the curtain and walked out.
Outside the tent, all the soldiers were practicing swordplay, making clanging sounds of iron colliding. The cold white sword light was like snow, leaving thousands of traces in the dark night.
Every time the soldiers swung their swords, a shout was heard, and their momentum was overwhelming.
Zibing's gaze passed over the millions of densely packed soldiers and headed for the high platform in the middle.
A thin black shadow stood on the high platform, holding a long sword with a cold glow in his hand.
Every time he swung his sword, it seemed to tear the air apart, with a majestic and sharp momentum.
The moonlight poured behind him, outlining his slender figure, which looked as lonely and independent as a crane.
Every time he swung the sword, the soldiers below the platform followed him and made the same movement.
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