In the endless wasteland of Mobei, hundreds of fast horses galloped past, continuing their journey north.
For five consecutive days, the forces from all directions, working day and night, finally arrived at the northern battlefield.
Nowadays, in the grasslands of Mobei, even though winter is almost over, it is still extremely cold on the battlefield near the far north.
For more than ten years, the grasslands have become colder and colder, especially in places near the far north. Affected by the weather, there are fewer and fewer aquatic plants, and they are gradually unsuitable for human survival.
The polar night world spreads, the cold winter invades, and the land is desolate everywhere.
Everyone rushed to the front, and the military camps of the Eight Troops of Mobei were stationed. After experiencing battles again and again, the Eight Troops of soldiers were now severely reduced in number, and their combat effectiveness was not as good as before.
Before the polar night fell, no one had any experience fighting monsters. This was the human race's biggest disadvantage.
Every time the monster tide appears, it is in the dark night. In the dark night, the combat effectiveness of human soldiers will be greatly restricted. How can they defeat the monsters that have lived in the darkness for a long time.
"It seems that the kings and reinforcements from the Huyan, Helan and other four tribes have not arrived yet."
In front of the soldiers of the Tantai tribe, Tantai Jingyue looked at the eight camps in front and said calmly.
"It's getting dark."
In front of the team at Tianyu Hall, Liu Rongnu raised her head and glanced at the sky, speaking in a hoarse voice.
"Let's set up camp."
In front of the Confucian disciples, Faru said something, then looked at the disciples behind him and said, "It's getting dark. Set up camp as soon as possible. In addition, everyone is divided into three groups and takes turns to watch the night!"
"yes!"
The Confucian disciples took the order and immediately dismounted and set up camp.
When they arrived at the northern battlefield, the Confucian disciples, who had always been optimistic and optimistic, also became serious, unsmiling and focused on their work.
Under the setting sun, the three forces of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Tianyu Palace all began to set up camp, and the camps were not close to each other. Obviously, no one among the three parties trusted the other.
Tantai Jingyue took his tribe into the camp belonging to the Tantai tribe in the Eight Division Camp.
"It's really a mess."
Under the setting sun, Li Ziye stood on the high ground, looked at the eight camps in front, and shook his head.
It is talking about the eight coalition forces, but according to the situation of the camp, it can be seen that the eight troops are obviously fighting on their own, and there is no unified order at all.
What effect can such a loose alliance have?
He has a problem that an outsider can see, but Tantai Jingyue is so smart that it is impossible not to see it.
As well as the other seven princes, they should not be stupid, and they should not commit such obvious taboos.
The only reason is that the eight tribes in Mobei seem to be united, but in fact this is not the case at all. The eight tribes are suspicious of each other and it is difficult to truly join forces.
Normally, this would be good news. After all, he comes from the Central Plains and does not want to see a united and strong Mobei.
However, now is the critical period to resist monsters, and the combat power of the Eight Tribes of Mobei is the most critical force and indispensable.
"Brother Li, what are you looking at?"
At this time, Bai Wangyu walked over, looked at the young man on the high ground, and asked curiously.
"Look at the eight camps ahead." Li Ziye gestured.
Bai Wangyu heard this and looked over. After a moment, he asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong?"
"The camps of the eight tribes are all separated. In this case, how can the orders among the eight tribes be unified? Without unified orders, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced." Li Ziye replied.
After hearing this, Bai Wangyu frowned slightly and said, "I don't understand the art of war, but the generals of the eight tribes of Mobei should be able to see what Brother Li said, as well as the Tantai goddess. After coming today, It seems that there is not much to say about the current situation.”
"This is the worst case scenario."
Li Ziye said in a deep voice, "It means that the eight tribes in Mobei each have their own agendas. It's not necessarily clear whether they really want to fight against the monster."
Bai Wangyu was startled and said, "Is it so serious? The monster is coming, but it is a disaster for the entire human race. The Eight Tribes of Mobei are at the forefront, so they should actively resist."
"Not everyone thinks like you."
Li Ziye said calmly, "For example, if the resistance against the monster fails this time, what will the people of the Huyan tribe do?"
Bai Wangyu thought for a while and said, "The Huyan tribe's territory is closest to the Jiye World. Once they fail to resist the monsters, they can only move south."
"Yes, we can only move south."
Li Ziye looked forward and said, "Actually, the current situation of the Huyan tribe is a microcosm of the eight tribes in Mobei. The polar night world continues to spread, and with the endless monsters emerging, Mobei becomes increasingly unsuitable for human habitation. , Therefore, among the eight tribes in Mobei, I am afraid that many people have already had other thoughts."
"What does Brother Li mean?"
Bai Wangyu looked shocked, as if he had guessed something, and said in surprise.
"Go south!"
Li Ziye slowly uttered two words and said in a deep voice, "Instead of fighting to the death with monsters, it is better to mobilize the power of the eight tribes in Mobei before they are greatly depleted by the cold winter in the extreme night, and march to the Central Plains to seize the throne. The fertile land of the Lower Central Plains Dynasty is probably what the leaders of the Eight Tribes of Mobei are really seriously considering."
Having said this, Li Ziye turned his gaze and looked at the little red riding hood beside him, and said seriously, "In your case, one side is Mobei where you don't see much hope, and the other side is the fertile Central Plains that you have been peeping at for a long time. How do you choose? "
"No, if that's the case, then why do the princes of the eight tribes in Mobei send soldiers north to defend against the monsters?" Bai Wangyu asked his question.
"It's easy to explain that going south is not an easy decision. After all, the Great Shang Dynasty in the Central Plains is very powerful, and the Eight Tribes of Mobei are not very sure that they can win this war. Before making a real decision, resist the monsters , appeasing the people of Mobei and protecting their homeland is still what must be done." Li Ziye said calmly.
"Is this Brother Li's guess, or is it?" Bai Wangyu asked with a dark expression.
"It's a guess, but it's basically a fact."
Li Ziye sighed softly and said, "The reason why the old Confucian leader sent the disciples of the Confucian sect here is precisely because of this concern. He didn't want to give the eight tribes of Mobei an excuse to go south. The situation is now very critical, so we can only unite Only with the combined efforts of all parties can the monsters be driven back to the far north. Only then can the Eight Tribes of Mobei really give up the idea of going south. However, judging from today's situation, the determination of the Eight Tribes of Mobei to resist the monsters is not as expected. So determined.”
When Bai Wangyu heard this, he clenched his hands tightly. If this was really the case, then their mission would be even more arduous.
"Demon Tide!"
"The demon tide is coming!"
At this moment, from the depths of the polar night world, several scouts from the Eight Departments of Mobei ran out desperately and shouted anxiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the last trace of the sunset in the sky completely dissipated, and darkness fell.
In an instant, a rumbling sound sounded in the polar night world, like thousands of horses galloping, which was shocking.
The next moment, at the end of the cold night, countless monsters surged out, and the darkness was overwhelming. The black monster energy covered the sky and the sun, like a torrent of molten iron, which was terrifying.
Under the dark night, the monster came again and rushed towards the Mobei Eighth Camp.
