"There are no news from all secret posts outside the city. The Han army's night attack may arrive in an instant. Let the teams be careful of concealment, wait for the signal to be sent before firing, and then shoot arrows. Those exposed in advance will be dealt with by military law!"

Uguda, who rushed over, quickly issued a military order.

The archer who had been waiting for the archery in advance had been quietly and quickly arranged on the city wall by him, waiting for the arrival of the Han army to be hit hard!

Every night in the past few days, he will release a group of stalkers who are hiding freely to disperse their warnings to prevent the enemy from attacking late at night. Just in case, each stalker will send back information in a specific way at a short interval.

And at this time tonight, all the stalkers were silent.

The moment the news was confirmed, the general defending the city began to implement the arrangements he had arranged in advance in an orderly manner. When he received the news, the city wall had already prepared for it.

"Military advisor, the city wall has been deployed. When the Han army arrives, they will definitely be caught off guard!"

Natanzaha respectfully reported the military situation to Uguda.

He originally looked down on this new military advisor because in the past, Uguda had never been famous and was like a transparent man in the army.

But he understood that after tonight, the military advisor was about to start to soaring!

"Thank you for your hard work, General Zaha, after tonight, the general will make great contributions."

Wuguda laughed, his face full of smugness.

"It depends entirely on the military advisor to give some advice."

Natanzaha saluted respectfully and then asked out his doubts: "Military advisor, what if the Han army just sent experts to clear our secret whistle, with the purpose of making our army panic and not wanting to attack the city, what should we do?"

Uguda smiled slightly: "If it were just that, they wouldn't have to do so meticulously."

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"General, if you kill all the secret whistles like this, you will probably be noticed by Ji Ren."

In the Yue family army marching late at night, a young general stepped forward and said to Yue Yun.

"It's okay, I just want them to notice."

Yue Yun unexpectedly glanced at the young general next to him.

"If you are noticed, what is the point of attacking the city late at night? Not only is it more difficult than during the day, but the brothers will also lose more?"

The young player was confused when he heard this and asked directly.

"I deliberately let Jiren notice that our army attacked the city late at night. As long as we pull Jiren's attention and prompt them to be careless and immersed in the hope of victory, they will receive the killing sword I secretly handed over..."

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"Are you nervous?"

Following the large army in the night-drafting magic sword camp? Shi Zhaoyu walked to Xie Xiaoyun? He touched him with his sword.

"Can you not be nervous? I have never fought a war? Not to mention implementing such a stimulating plan."

Xie Xiaoyun shrugged helplessly? But more of his eyes were eager to try.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Xiaoyun? With me here, I will definitely protect you!"

Shi Zhaoyu patted his chest and said with a smile.

After all, it has been a close relationship with Xie Xiaoyun these days? Two men who both use swords have long been very familiar with each other? After all, sword competition is the best catalyst for the warming of friendship between the two swordsmen.

Shi Zhaoyu, who had been polite and polite earlier, began to become a little frivolous after getting to know each other, and this contrast also made Xie Xiaoyun feel helpless.

"I don't have to protect anyone? I am a man who is determined to become a sword god!"

Xie Xiaoyun's nervous mood was said by Shi Zhaoyu? He immediately felt a little relieved.

After spending a few days with Shi Zhaoyu, he had already regarded the cheerful swordsman in front of him as a friend. Since he was a child, he had basically never had friends of the same age. In addition, he was not a friend of the same age? After going down the mountain, he never made friends, and Shi Zhaoyu was the first one.

"Don't forget? You haven't won the sword competition in these days."

Shi Zhaoyu laughed.

"I'm giving in to you, but when it comes to this? With your age and swordsmanship, why are you not famous in the world?"

Xie Xiaoyun couldn't help but feel a little strange? He hasn't drawn his sword since he went down the mountain? He doesn't feel that there is no master who can fight in the younger generation of the world? But this inexplicable Shi Zhaoyu, although he is not very serious in daily life, makes him have no chance of defeating even if he gets serious.

"I am indifferent to fame and fortune. What's the point of becoming famous? My dream is just wandering around the world and being an unknown free swordsman, savoring the good wine all over the world, and savoring the warmth and warmth of the world."

A beautiful arc was drawn from the corner of Shi Zhaoyu's mouth, and raised his eyebrows at Xie Xiaoyun and said, "I won't say it anymore. Since you are not convinced, why don't we compete tonight? Who killed the most Ji people? How about it?"
Chapter completed!