Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Looking at Chu Yu who looked older than himself, Yuan Qingshan remained silent on the spot, and in the end he didn't continue to speak, but turned and left.

It's just that his body is filled with a soaring fighting spirit.

"He's looking for you."

Confucian scholar suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Qingshan, mechanically conveyed what he needed to say, then turned and left.

Yuan Qingshan followed him down the city pass without saying a word, and came to a relatively desolate suburb.

"Why don't you go up?"

Looking at Yu Mo sitting in the wheelchair, Yuan Qingshan spoke softly.

There was still a smile on the corner of Yu Mo's mouth: "Go up, hurt their morale?"

"It is estimated that the soldiers in the reserves also hate me. After all, I am the only one in the human race who doesn't trust them."

"I still have this self-knowledge."

Yu Mo obviously didn't want to talk too much on this topic, and then said: "My idea is that in the next battle, all troops will be mobilized to guard the Yao Pass."

"all?"

Yuan Qingshan firmly grasped the point of the topic, and asked in surprise.

"Ah."

"After two big battles, I have probably figured out what the opposing coach thinks."

"What it seeks in this battle is definitely not to break through the human city gates and destroy the human race, but to use the human race as a sharpening stone to pave the way for itself and cultivate its own power."

"The previous time at the dawn pass, it was the answer sheet for the demon god behind him."

"Next, Zhenyao Pass will be the absolute main battlefield. It is used to earn meritorious deeds. It will not touch the other three passes, and it will not dare to touch them."

"If the human race is breached this time, the battlefield will rise to a higher level. Human race Jiujue can't just watch the monsters invade, and is forced to go to the front of the stage. The demon gods hiding in the dark can use observation to attack the human race nine in an orderly manner. Feel, make all kinds of siege plans."

"In this way, the human race is destroyed, but the eight-tailed fox will also be reduced to a chess piece again."

"With its high and proud heart, it will never do this anyway."

"The other three passes must be safe and sound!"

Yu Mo expressed his analysis calmly and methodically.

Yuan Qingshan fell into deep thought, and did not speak for a long time.

Yu Mo didn't rush, just sat in the wheelchair and waited quietly.

"It's a bit of a gamble whether the risk will be too great in doing so."

"If we lose the bet, or you guess the eight-tailed fox's heart wrongly, we humans will face an unprecedented disaster."

After a long time, Yuan Qingshan looked at Yu Mo solemnly, and said seriously.

"But if we don't gamble, how many more people will we die in this battle?"

"It is true that the eight-tailed fox will not completely break through us, but at the same time, it will not mind letting us die a little more, or letting tens of thousands, 10,000+ monsters invade our human race, making us in a hurry."

"This is also a good thing for it. After all, we are just a whetstone, and the whetstone should not become sharp."

"In this battle, if the bet is won, the casualties will be greatly reduced, and we can get a chance to breathe again, and what we need now is time."

"If you lose the bet, the decisive battle will come. What the hell, you'll be knocked down when you're done."

"what do you think?"

Even after analyzing the possibility of losing the bet, Yu Mo still looked neither happy nor sad, and his voice was calm.

But Yuan Qingshan's expression became more and more dignified and entangled.

This gamble cost too much, even to the point where he, the new Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion, was unable to make a decision.

"This reason is not enough to convince me."

In the end, Yuan Qingshan shook his head seriously.

"Then what if..."

"And what about this?"

Yu Mo was not surprised by Yuan Qingshan's decision. He rummaged in his pocket, took out a stack of documents, and handed it to Yuan Qingshan.

Yuan Qingshan looked at the strings of text in the file, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the file trembled slightly.

"Is the news accurate?"

He raised his head anxiously, looked at Yu Mo, and asked nervously but expectantly.

"90.00%."

"I think my guess is correct."

Yu Mo nodded slightly: "So, we need more time, even if it's only a few years..."

Yuan Qingshan's breathing became heavy, and he tightly held the document in his hand.

A few minutes later, when he raised his head again, there were already dense red bloodshots in his eyes, as if he had made a decision, he gritted his teeth: "I... agree with your idea!"

"Dome Pass, Breaking Dawn Pass, Ghost Gate Pass, dispatch 70.00% of our troops to support Zhenyao Pass!"

"At the same time, the security divisions of each city, the demon pavilion, the light group...all those who have reached the four senses will transfer 80.00% to go through the customs."

"The four major frontier armies will also deploy half of their troops."

"If you want to gamble, bet bigger."

"This time, no matter what, Yaoyu must be honest for a few years!"

Yuan Qingshan wanted to grit his teeth and made this decision with difficulty.

Yu Mo smiled: "This is an extremely correct decision, as long as we can continue to live for the human race for a few more years... Maybe the future will be bright."

"I have to go and tell Lao Qi, he is also the Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion."

Even now, Yuan Qingshan couldn't calm down, after all, he had just made a decision that made his heart shudder, he soared into the sky, and hurriedly rushed to the dawn pass.

Yu Mo looked at the back of Yuan Qingshan leaving in the sky, and was a little absent-minded for a while.

"Yu Sheng hasn't come back for such a long time, so he won't really die in the swamp..."

"You can't really pin your hopes on the ten thousand poisonous fruit."

"If this battle is won..."

"I..."

"Better than your son."

Yu Mo withdrew his gaze: "Confucian scholar, push me back to Mo City."

"You said to go back to Mo City last time, but you came back again."

The Confucian scholar got up and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

Yu Mo's breezy and calm demeanor dissipated instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "This time, I will definitely return to Mo City."

"Ah..."

The Confucian scholar gave an inexplicable smile, not knowing whether it was a sarcasm, and just pushed Yu Mo away.

With this moment...

The third battle, or this decisive battle, is on the board.

win or lose...

All in one thought.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and you will be crushed to pieces.

One step to win, step by step to win, a gleam of time.