Wuwu … … Mo Xiaobao cried miserably as he looked pitifully at Ye Li. Ye Li sighed and looked up at the roof, pretending not to see her son's pleading gaze. She believed that Mo Xiuyao knew what he was doing. More importantly, the more she helped, the more Mo Xiuyao wanted to punish Mo Xiaobao. It was better to leave the matters between father and son to them to resolve.
Seeing that his pleas for help had failed, Mo Xiaobao fell into despair. Now Mo Xiaobao finally understood that if his father really did flip out, even his mother wouldn't be able to save him. He could only look innocently at Mo Xiuyao, "Father, this child … … will work hard."
Our dear Mo Xiaobao's starry eyes were still quite lethal. Mo Xiuyao's lips twitched as he looked up at the sky, speechless: Was this really his son? He was too shameless.
"Good boy … … study well. Father has high hopes for you." Mo Xiaobao still underestimated a certain person's heart of stone. Mo Xiuyao firmly patted his son's shoulder. His pitiful act failed again. Mo Xiaobao stared blankly for a moment before running away in tears.
From then on, Acropolis City lost a little tyrant who flaunted his might, and gained a pitiful child who danced at the sound of the rooster. Mo Xiaobao was very smart and didn't need much time to learn. However, the homework Mo Xiuyao gave him was not something that could be solved with intelligence. No matter how smart Mo Xiaobao was, he would not be able to turn two hours into an hour, nor would he be able to turn forty words into four. Because of this, the military headquarters clapped their hands in celebration. Of course, Mo Xiaobao also gained something. When he returned to Li City, Mr. Qingyun and the Xu family discovered that Mo Xiaobao had grown taller and healthier. Also, the words that Mr. Hongyu thought were barely passable had improved quite a bit. It could be said that he had reached a higher level.
Although the battle was fierce, Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li, who were in Acropolis City, were still quite idle. As the commander-in-chief, there was no need for him to personally lead the charge and arrange the troops. Mo Xiuyao only needed to control the overall situation and the deployment of troops. Naturally, the frontline commanders would be in charge of the frontlines. The reason why Mo Xiuyao had personally come to the battlefield was just to warm up before the big battle and also because he was bored.
Even so, there was still an endless stream of news coming from the front every day. Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao spent most of their time in the study.
"Lei Zhenting personally led 700,000 troops to attack Ruichang City. He Su and Murong Shen were no match for him." In the study, Ye Li read softly while holding a report that had just arrived on a fast horse. Mo Xiuyao's expression was calm. He leaned on the chair and said indifferently, "It's not strange. He Su and Murong Shen are indeed no match for Lei Zhenting. However … … Lei Zhenting personally went into battle from the start. Moreover, he brought almost all of the main forces of the Xiling Army. Is he trying to compete with I? "
Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Once the Prince goes to fight with Lei Zhenting, the north will give Yelu Ye and Helian Zhen a chance to catch their breath. I didn't think that Lei Zhenting would be willing to make such a sacrifice for me. "
Ye Li shook her head and said, "This can't be considered a sacrifice. If the Northern Tribes collapse first, the Western Mausoleum will have no chance. Lei Zhenting delayed Xiuyao. Not only did he give the Northern Tribes a chance to catch their breath, he also delayed the battle. In another one or two months, the Da Chu State's army should arrive. "
Feng Zhiyao frowned and said, "Since that's the case, we should defeat the Northern Tribes first and then focus on dealing with the threat in the south." Otherwise, the situation of being attacked from both sides would really make one feel infuriated. "That's right, Wangfei. News of Mo Jingli's ascension should arrive in the next two days, right?" Feng Zhiyao asked curiously. He didn't think that Mo Jingli would actually ascend the throne in the end. Although the ascension came a little … … but at least he had fulfilled Mo Jingli's long-cherished wish.
Ye Li nodded and said, "It should be soon. Once Mo Jingli ascends the throne, it will be time for the Da Chu State to send out their troops. "
Mo Xiuyao stared at the large map of each country's military strength and war situation spread out on the table in front of him. He pointed at the Northern Tribes and said, "Since that's the case, let's take care of the Northern Tribes first. Coincidentally, there should be news of Yelu Hong. "
Marquis Nan frowned and said, "Then what about General Murong?"
Once Ruichang City was breached, then Acropolis and Feihong Pass would be next. Marquis Nan couldn't help but worry.
Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and said, "Let I see how powerful Lei Zhenting, the West-Hill War God, is. Marquis Nan, I'll trouble you to guard Acropolis. Feihong Pass is guarded by Old General Yuan Pei, so I can rest assured. In addition, I will order Fu Zhao and Lu Jinxian to lead two hundred thousand troops back as reinforcements. "
Marquis Nan was shocked and said in a low voice, "If the Prince calls General Lü back, then what should we do in the north?" Once Lu Jinxian led his troops back, there wouldn't be a single general who could take charge of the Northern Tribes. It was a pity that Zhang Qilan was guarding the West-Hill thousands of miles away, and Lenghuai was in the Chu capital. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a shortage of generals. Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I will still go and meet Helian Zhen personally!" In the battle eighteen years ago, Mo Xiuyao never admitted that he was defeated by Helian Zhen. However, the Mohist army was indeed greatly weakened by Helian Zhen. This matter naturally had to be resolved sooner or later.
The Southern Marquis was slightly stunned by the killing intent in Mo Xiuyao's words. He nodded and said, "This general obeys. However … this general is not belittling himself, but I'm afraid …" So many people might not be able to stop Lei Zhenting. The title of Lei Zhenting as the West-Hill War God didn't fall from the sky. At least, among the generals in the Prince Ding Mansion, other than Prince Ding, no one else had the title of Invincible War God. To ordinary people like them, victory and defeat were common occurrences in battle. Marquis Nan had been on the battlefield for a long time and had also suffered many defeats.
Mo Xiuyao pointed at Feihong Pass and Acropolis. He smiled and said, "Three months. Defend these two places. Marquis Nan, do you think there's a problem? "Marquis Nan was silent for a moment. Prince Ding meant to conquer the Northern Tribes in three months? After a long time, Marquis Nan stood up and said loudly, "I accept the order. I swear to defend Acropolis with my life. "
Mo Xiuyao nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Marquis Nan."
As expected, within two days, the news of Mo Jingli's ascension to the throne finally spread to Acropolis. After receiving the news, Mo Xiuyao didn't even bat an eyelid. He casually threw the booklet aside and stood up to reach out his hand to Ye Li. Ye Li smiled and shook his hand. It was time for them to go to war.
Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao didn't send Mo Xiaobao back to Li City. Instead, they brought Mo Xiaobao to the army camp. The Mohist army men had to enter the army camp at the age of ten to gain experience. Although Mo Xiaobao was only seven or eight years old, there was no harm in following along.
It was his first time in the army camp and Mo Xiaobao was indeed excited. It was a pity that Mo Xiuyao's daily homework was like a mountain pressing down on his head. He didn't have the energy to play with cats and dogs.
This time, Mo Xiuyao was also different from the previous time when he was in a stalemate with the Northern Tribes. Hundreds of thousands of Mohist army were as fast as lightning. They charged towards the city where the Northern Tribes were stationed. The Northern Tribes were originally nomads. They were good at long-distance raids and strong attacks. However, they were extremely weak when it came to defending a city. In just five days, they were forced to retreat four hundred li before they could regain their footing.
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