Dedicate One’s Mind

Chapter 973 Attending the meeting

The place where the two major forces negotiated was at the Langyankou guarded by Wu Yi. It could be said that this was the closest thing to a secret that Wu Yi had ever had since he entered the Great Extreme Dynasty in the upper world through the identity of Chen Yan.

Whether this matter is good or bad for Wu Yi cannot be seen right now. The variables are too great. From beginning to end, Wu Yi, the marshal of the Northern Army, has not even heard the voice a few times, let alone seen the real person. He can only Make it up in your mind.

As far as the negotiation location is concerned, the location of Langyankou is very good. The terrain is high and the Wolfyan is solitary. There are plains on all sides. Looking down from here, you can see the movement for hundreds of miles.

Whether the two sides ambushed the army or not, there was no way to hide it. In this way, there is a prerequisite foundation for mutual trust in negotiations.

However, if you have to compare the advantages and disadvantages, the Beidi tribe is a nation on horseback, and the cavalry of the Daji Dynasty, because they are not large in number, generally do not serve as the main attack in the army. If a change occurs, the tribes in the North can besiege this place in one day, but the troops of the Daji Dynasty will be able to do so much later.

If the marshal of the Northern Army is trapped by then, Wu Yi, the garrison commander with a fierce mouth, will definitely be one of the scapegoats.

Speaking of which, ever since Wu Yi printed a copy of the pattern of the lucky golden dragon's reverse scale on the Consciousness Sea, all kinds of things happened around Wu Yi, as if they were trying to force Wu Yi to the center of the situation.

In the past few days, Wu Yi had been patrolling all directions carefully, especially during this period when he was still unable to use his magic power and had no chance to escape.

However, it was precisely because Wu Yi had no chance to escape that he resorted to desperate measures and tried his best to keep Chen Yan's identity.

Instead of thinking about giving up your identity and leaving the Daji Dynasty, the sect's mission is important, but your life is still ahead. What's more, you are not the only disciple who comes to the Daji Dynasty.

Now, this idea is gone.

For this purpose, Wu Yi searched for all possible hidden dangers. After such a strict inspection, Wu Yi naturally found many spies. In addition, many tribes near Langyankou had become Shen Congyue's followers, and now they became the enemy's As a spy, Wu Yi knew even more.

Wu Yi naturally knew that the Marshal of the Northern Army had his own news channels, but he still had to report what should be reported, three times a day, diligently and closely, because Wu Yi had various news channels and some details, even the Marshal of the Northern Army did not have no idea.

It is precisely because of this that the marshal of the Northern Army became interested in Wu Yi. On the evening of the third day when he was stationed at Langyankou, a marshal's personal soldier came to Wu Yi's camp and said that he was invited by the marshal.

Wu Yi made an overjoyed expression, eager to entertain the soldier. However, the soldier strictly abided by the military orders, and Wu Yi ignored him no matter how much he tried to flatter him. He didn't say anything, and he probably looked down on Wu Yi.

With a hot face but a cold butt, Wu Yi looked as usual and didn't care about these trivial matters. What he was thinking about was why the marshal summoned him and how he should speak when he answered.

After adjusting his clothes for a while, Wu Yi got up and went with him. The clothes he wore were actually the most basic military uniforms. Wu Yi was sent by a commander of thousands and had his own independent military uniforms. But on the battlefield, whoever wears conspicuous clothes is the leader. The archer shoots at the target.

Wu Yi was afraid of death and always wore the clothes of a soldier. His own people knew that Wu Yi was extraordinary and would not underestimate Wu Yi because of it. As for others, it would be better if they were willing to underestimate Wu Yi.

When others meet the marshal, they must dress gorgeously to show their respect. But Wu Yi was prepared to go like this. In front of the marshal, he would wear the same clothes.

This marshal's personal soldier obviously despised Wu Yi's existence. Along the way, he never had to look Wu Yi in the eye. He was arrogant and proud of his status.

Although his dispatch may not be as high as that of Wu Yigao, but as the saying goes, a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, even though he is a small soldier, he also went to the battlefield with the marshal, and may have saved the marshal before.

The whole journey was silent, people ignored him, and Wu Yi didn't bother to complain about it. The marshal wanted to see him, but he was not this person.

After layers of searches, this group of people performed their duties diligently for the safety of the marshal, but Wu Yi suffered a lot. Even the knife used to shave the meat when eating sheep was found on his body.

Wu Yi endured his dissatisfaction and kept saying to himself: This is not my body, this is not my body! It's considered to have passed the search level.

On the battlefield, everything is kept simple. If Wu Yi is visiting the prime minister in the capital at this moment, he will inevitably have to be taught some etiquette.

Entering the Chinese army's tent, there are dozens of meters wide, with broadswords like a forest, spears like a peak, and all kinds of weapons listed among them. Many famous swords from the previous dynasty are arranged, with a murderous aura that refreshes the skin. Collecting swords and swords is the hobby of almost every military leader.

When they came to Langyankou before, Wu Yi escorted them all the way. Wu Yi had seen everything they brought with them, and he had never seen these things before.

Appearing here at this moment, Wu Yi once again saw what the power and ability of the Northern Army Marshal was, even under his own nose, there were many blind spots.

Some of the swords, spears and halberds on the left and right gave Wu Yi a very bad feeling. They seemed to be ferocious soldiers who drank blood. They might even have given birth to weapon spirits and become gods. However, they were just imbued with such a strong evil spirit. It is a problem whether the weapon spirit can have some consciousness.

Wu Yi was born in the immortal world and had seen thousands of magical weapons, any one of which was better than anything else present, so he naturally looked down upon these weapons.

What Wu Yi really values ​​​​is the obsession left in the weapons of those who have used these weapons. There is anger, unwillingness, joy, the joy of meeting an opponent, and the helplessness of being unable to save the country. The mourning is the glory of Fenglangjuxu...

Every weapon is a story of flesh and blood, a classic that can be sung and cried, a good general that will go down in history, or an incompetent general that will be infamous throughout the ages.

There is only one attendant beside the marshal of the Northern Army. He is not a good hand among thousands of people. He is just a boy servant, waiting for pen and ink, and his hands are powerless.

But even so, Wu Yi also believed that if he launched an attack, the soldiers outside the camp could instantly enter and subdue him.

The Marshal of the Northern Army had his back to Wu Yi, but looking from behind, one could still see that the Marshal of the Northern Army was a handsome man with a gentle manner and elegant demeanor.

"This is a weapon used by a fierce general in the Qing Dynasty. It is about ten feet long and weighs two hundred kilograms. When people see it, it is cut into pieces, and when horses see it headless, it is called the Tiger Roaring Sword. The famous general holds this weapon, and I don't know how many enemies are frightened. . After thousands of years, the edge remains the same, worthy of the name of a divine weapon!"

When the marshal of the Northern Army heard Wu Yi's footsteps, he looked at the sword in front of him and said calmly without looking back.