Everyone was speechless.
None of them were stupid. Even if they were stupid, they would never cultivate to such a high level of martial arts. However, they really couldn't understand these twists and turns, especially the twists and turns that were made by two unparalleled military advisors.
Everyone knew that even if they thought about it, it would be a waste of time. Moreover, it would leave an impression of them as idiots. It would give their brothers of thousands of years an excuse to mock them and become a negative example for future generations. Therefore, everyone was smart enough not to speak.
"You can't guess?" Diwu Qing Rou asked with a smile.
If we could guess, why would we need you as our military strategist? Everyone had the same thought in their minds and said in unison, "Please enlighten us, Military Advisor."
"His surprise attack this time was unexpected. He took advantage of me. Logically speaking, he should not have left such a head statue. "
Diwu Qing Rou's face was somewhat gloomy.
"It is said that this strategist is not very old." Finally, someone spoke. It was the Supreme Martial Artist of the Ling clan, Ling Zhankong. "Since he is young, he should have the temperament of a young man. Could it be that Mo Tian Ji took advantage of us in a weak situation and could not help but want to show off? This is the mentality of a villain. It is similar to a pauper suddenly becoming a nouveau riche and showing off his wealth … "
In this attack, the Ling clan was almost completely wiped out. It was actually the clan that suffered the most losses. Ling Zhankong hated Mo Tian Ji to the bone. He did not have any good words to say.
"Even if I sometimes get carried away and show off, Mo Tian Ji would not be so shallow!" Diwu Qing Rou was somewhat unhappy. The tone of his words was very heavy.
Facing such a terrifying enemy, a little carelessness would cause the entire army to be wiped out. Even if they tried their best, they would still be afraid that they would not be able to cope. Now, there was actually such a weirdo in their team who thought that the other party was showing off …
To be honest, this was not the way to court death. Even Jing Meng Hun would not underestimate any enemy like this. Now, these words came from the mouth of an eighth grade Supreme Martial Artist. It was simply shocking!
Ling Zhankong's face was very ugly.
"This head of Mo Tian Ji is telling me that he has seen through some of my things. At the same time, At the same time, he also gave me something that allowed me to see through him as compensation. Because this time. For me, he thought it was a little unfair … "
Diwu Qing Rou indifferently said, "This is the pride of a top military advisor. It has nothing to do with arrogance and conceit."
"As for whether the one we saw was the real him or not, that's unknown. If I'm right, it's a favor from him, and we don't owe each other anything in the future. If I'm wrong, then it's a series of fatal traps, and there won't be any psychological burden. He's already informed us. We still guessed wrong. This is courting death. How can we blame him? "
Everyone couldn't understand what was going on. How could there be such a strange thing in this world?
"Mo Tian Ji carved with great care. His emphasis was on the charm. He probably believed that the concept was higher than reality. Every slash of his was just right, but he had control over it with ease. He was very confident. Not a single strand of his hair was out of place. This shows that he is very strict … The last message also shows that Mo Tian Ji is a person who plans ahead. He never does things that he is not sure of! "
None of the Supreme Martial Artists were fools. After hearing these words, they naturally had a feeling of realization.
"As for the next step, I will carefully study it tonight. After all, what we can see now is only the most superficial and superficial things."
Diwu Qing Rou sighed and said.
All the Supreme Martial Artists were preoccupied with their own matters, so they didn't mention anything about their own people.
Diwu Qing Rou looked at everyone walking away and sighed deeply. There was one sentence that he did not say. And that was also a very important meaning of Mo Tian Ji.
Mo Tian Ji carved the human head very accurately, but he did not put any effort into the human body. It was like the face of a peerless beauty growing on a rotten wooden stake. It was particularly incongruous.
However, the others obviously did not notice this aspect. Or rather, they noticed it but did not think of it.
It was this obvious point that hit Diwu Qing Rou's heart, and made him sigh continuously.
You are a top figure, and the opponent that I, Mo Tian Ji, value the most. But now you seem to have a lot of people, but you are actually leading a mob.
The face of a peerless beauty, but the body is equipped with a cylinder.
Isn't it lamentable and lamentable?
And what Mo Tian Ji said was what Diwu Qing Rou was most helpless about now. His prestige was rising step by step. Even after such a crushing defeat, they did not lose their confidence in him. Diwu Qing Rou could see this point.
But the biggest drawback had not been removed. That was: Although his prestige was rising, these people were still people of their own clans. No one had power that truly belonged to them.
Moreover, Mo Tian Ji also reminded him of Diwu Qing Rou's situation through this human head. If you continue to fight, slowly, you may be able to complete your leduwo.
But if you destroy the Li Clan now, then what awaits you can only be cooked after the hares have outlived their usefulness.
Diwu Qing Rou did not want to think about Mo Tian Ji's psychological tactics, but he had to think about it now.
Diwu Qing Rou looked at the frozen human head on the table for the whole night. He did not use his cultivation to maintain it.
When dawn came, the temperature in the tent was still relatively high. The human head began to melt, and the snow pillar also began to melt.
Whether it was the once delicate human head or the once rough snow pillar, they all turned into a blurry mass.
Diwu Qing Rou looked and looked and suddenly realized something. He couldn't help but laugh. His worries were all gone.
After laughing three times, he lay on his side on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
This was the first time he had such a carefree sleep since he came to the northwestern battlefield. This morning, he didn't even think about the Diwu Clan at all.
For the Diwu Qing Rou of the past, this was definitely an incredible thing.
…
In the next few days. Diwu Qing Rou began to attack fiercely. The reinforcements of the allied forces also began to come continuously at this time. Diwu Qing Rou increased the number of troops in waves. It was as if he would not stop until he destroyed the Li Clan.
In the eyes of outsiders, Diwu Qing Rou was angry that he had been tricked by Mo Tian Ji. He was holding back his anger and was determined to get back at them.
Of course, this was a situation that everyone was happy to see. And it was something that everyone was willing to do. After all, Diwu Qing Rou was not the only one who was sullen. Everyone was sullen. So everyone in the allied forces was more cooperative.
On the opposite side, Mo Tian Ji. It was as if he had really started to explain everything. The most urgent morning was to deal with the incoming troops. Mo Tian Ji issued a total of 118 orders!
Every day, there were experts from the allied forces being carried back from the battlefield. There were also people from the Li Clan being carried back. The number of deaths and injuries slowly increased. Then, they became numb and indifferent.
If they die, so be it. Maybe the next one will be me. Driven by such thoughts of 'great enlightenment', everyone's hot-bloodedness slowly died down. What replaced it was the boring killing and being killed.
It was obvious how intense the battle ahead was.
Everyone had a clear premonition — If this continued, the final battle would not be far away.
Diwu Qing Rou's expression became more and more serious in front of others. Mo Tian Ji's expression also became more and more serious with each passing day. In the eyes of the people on each side, the two commanders had also reached the most critical moment of the competition.
In the end, even the leaders of the Eight Super Clans. They didn't dare to speak to Diwu Qing Rou easily. It was the same for the Li Clan. In front of Mo Tian Ji now, Li Wubo was already as silent as a cicada in winter.
Because every moment that passed, he saw the changes that were so complicated that the human brain couldn't handle them. Step by step, Mo Tian Ji executed them and then against the enemy's arrangements. Then, as the enemy continued to change, Mo Tian Ji also changed accordingly …
Every change made Li Wubo feel ashamed of his inferiority.
In the end, Li Wubo even felt that no matter what kind of change it was at any moment, Li Wubo had a thought — Without Mo Tian Ji, the Li Clan wouldn't even be able to survive for a while.
With such a thought, Li Wubo didn't dare to control Mo Tian Ji's authority even more.
Now, Mo Tian Ji was already … the master of the Li Clan! The supreme leader, the number one leader.
In the beginning, he still had to rely on Li Wubo to issue orders. But in the end … Why would those who received the orders still care about whose mouth the orders came from? Mo Tian Ji's orders? Nonsense! If Military Advisor Mo didn't issue orders, who would?
Both teams were in full swing. That kind of oppressive feeling made even low-grade Supreme Martial Artists feel pressured. They sighed in their sleep at night.
Only two people secretly rejoiced.
Diwu Qingrou.
Mo Tian Ji.
Diwu Qingrou completely understood Mo Tian Ji's intentions. He completely gave up on his own insistence. The two of them started to work closely together, making up for each other and quickly fighting for their own benefits.
The occasional friction was harmless. This kind of battle was a kind of contest for the two of them, but it was also a kind of cooperation that had reached an extreme level of tacit understanding. This kind of tacit understanding made both of them feel — The heavens have eyes. In this world, there is still someone who can be my opponent!
Moreover, both of them had something in common — they didn't have any feelings for their respective teams.
Mo Tian Ji didn't even bat an eyelid about the life and death of the Li Clan. Similarly, Diwu Qingrou didn't care about the life and death of the allied forces.
Mo Tian Ji was fighting for time, and so was Diwu Qingrou.
Although the cause of this matter was an assassination attempt by Mo Tian Ji and Diwu Qingrou was passively accepting it, Diwu Qingrou didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
He could completely feel Mo Tian Ji's respect. It was the kind of respect that 'cherished a lifelong rival'.
This kind of respect made Diwu Qingrou feel that he had no regrets even if he died. A strong fighting spirit also rose in him.
Time was almost up, right?
Almost up, right?
The two monsters who were able to intimidate the heavens with their intellect were both calculating in their hearts …
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