On the third day after the Literary and Art Army met in Chongqing Prefecture, the sunlight spread from the east. The Literary and Art Army distributed in the four barracks had already walked out in a mighty manner.

They ignored the surveillance of the Mongolians on the city wall. The literary and artistic army came out as if no one was around, and then they scattered, leaving a town army on their own. The rest of the army entered four rolling forests and disappeared from the Mongols' vision.

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The old Chu King’s Mansion, the Chu Family Hall.

Staring at the projection in front of him, Li Dehui, Yan Shu, Ban Tu, and the four of them looked different in their faces. The Butai, who sat upright at the main seat, also had thick eyebrows and slightly frowned, and looked at the sand table projected by light and shadow with confusion.

This sand table was condensed by the wizards of the Mongolian Shamanism with secret techniques. Through this sand table, you can accurately see the movements in all areas of Chongqing Prefecture.

Since ancient times, Chongqing Prefecture has had 17 city gates, nine open and eight closed. At this time, there is a Wenbang military town outside the unenclosed city gates such as Chaotianmen, Qiansimen, and Linjiangmen.

Thunder God Army, Rock Tiger Army, Red Shirt Army, Beast God Army, Han Iron Army, Divine Eagle Army, Crazy Armies, Yuanyang Army, and Overlord Army. These nine Wenbang military towns were not divided into four routes as they were originally, but were all scattered outside the nine city gates.

"What does this mean?" Ban Tu touched his forehead and said in surprise, "Can they want to divide so many ways to attack us?"

"It's not bad," noticing that Chang Zhan and Yan Shu both nodded slightly, Li Dehui said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, the military and town system of the Literary and Art Army is divided into two grades, junior and senior. The junior town is headed by the generals of the fifth level, with three battalions and nine thousand people. The senior military town is under the jurisdiction of the Sixth level, with six battalions, totaling 18,000 people."

Ban Tu felt something and frowned and said, "That's it, even if they divide their troops, it seems that the number of people is enough!"

"It's enough, but they have such great ambitions!" Li Dehui held the sand table frame and sneered, "Closing all the nine city gates can be completely blocked even if some of them cannot be broken. Is this the goal of trying to achieve one's own merit and completely annihilate us here?"

"Then they have to have such a good tooth!" Chang Zhao, who suddenly realized his enlightenment, snorted angrily and sneered.

Butai's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was pretending to be asleep, but in fact he always stared at the sand table. At this time, he suddenly spoke out: "How many six realms are there in the literary and artistic army?"

Li Dehui thought for a while and replied, "There are at least eleven people." As he spoke, his face had changed slightly.

If the eleventh realm is not considered the seventh realm level, then the Literary and Art Army does have the confidence to divide the troops into nine directions to break through Chongqing Prefecture.

"Luckily, the eldest prince was prepared."

Butai smiled gently and looked at the man next to him who was hiding in the black cloak. The latter nodded gently and said calmly: "Don't worry, Lord Butai, this time, my seven brothers and seven of them took action together, so those great scholars will die without a burial place."

"Haha, OK," Butailang smiled and nodded, "Let the big man be arrogant for a moment. After they enter the city, they will be wiped out."

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At the same time, a mountain to the west of Chongqing Prefecture that just overlooks most of Chongqing Prefecture, Deng Yitong, accompanied by several entourages, was sitting on a randomly laid blanket, holding a thermos, and quietly staring at the ancient city in the distance.

Deng Yitong unconsciously crossed the ground with his fingertips. After a long time, he smiled faintly and murmured: "What a glorious world today. As a dynasty second only to the Song Dynasty, how could you, Mongolia, have only Ding Yanzhi and Yelu Chucai? I just don't know who will be playing chess with me this time?"

Recalling the news sent by the Anmen a few days ago, Deng Yitong shook his head gently, and a little regret appeared on his face: "It's still because I didn't pay enough attention to Mongolia in the past, it's right. After all, it's too far away and there's no need to spend too much effort, but it's different in the future."

"The arrest of the Song people as the frontline suicide squad forced me to be restrained and secretly dispatched the seven realms to take charge. These methods are certainly amazing, but they also treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If there are not enough methods to restrain our offensive, how dare you let us surround Chongqing Prefecture so safely and boldly?"

"There are more than ten literary and artistic troops now in charge of the sixth realm and have combat power close to the three seventh realm levels. If we want to dismantle our offensive, the best way is to target our top combat power."

Frowning, Deng Yitong suddenly smiled: "You can probably guess your method, but this method... You don't understand the current trend!"

He raised his head, Deng Yitong's eyebrows shone with his soul, and his vision suddenly changed.

Everyone in the world has a bright future, which represents their fortune in recent times. Although the fortune of the Mongolians occupying Chongqing Prefecture is powerful and profound, there are countless bloody resentment from the city and even from all directions turning into chains to tie them firmly.

Although the fortunes of each of the nine Wenbang Town Army surrounded outside Chongqing Prefecture are different, they all show surging and magnificent momentum.

The nine fortune-telling lights swayed like pillars, which completely closed the entire Chongqing Prefecture, making the Mongolian fortune-telling lights surging, and they could not struggle even if they were surging.

"I will win this battle!"

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Compared with the war between Mongolia and the Song Dynasty, the upcoming war in Chongqing Prefecture seems to be less conspicuous, and even the senior officials of the Song Dynasty did not know that Wenbang had begun to fight with Mongolia.

But when we head west of Chongqing Prefecture, countless people are concerned about the battle here.

"What are you thinking?"

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Yao Ruoyu looked back and smiled and said, "What do you think?"

"You're worried about Brother Jie and the others. Actually, you can go there," Xu Xuanrong, who was wearing a white long skirt, walked slowly to him and smiled, "You should have recovered almost, right?"

Yao Ruoyu nodded and said softly: "But it hasn't fully recovered yet, it's only about 70% or 80%."

After a pause, Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "It's useless if I go. According to Deng Yitong's plan, the Mongols will definitely be defeated in this battle. If I go, I will have to share some credit."

Xu Xuanrong frowned slightly when she heard this, as if she had guessed something, and said in confusion: "You are worried..."

"Yes, I'm worried that other people in Wenbang's senior management will have ideas," touched the corner of their mouths, and Yao Ruoyu smiled, "When they occupy Chongqing Mansion Road, a large number of officials will be transferred from the Sixth Ministry to manage it. In this way, the Sixth Ministry will also have a large number of positions vacant."

"Even if I don't want to do so, Bai Qiuyu, Wen Yuancai, Guo Fengjie, Duan Shaojie and others will definitely take on a lot of positions. By then, the overall strength of Dawen's political arena will definitely be higher than that of the military."

Seeing the bitterness between his eyebrows, Xu Xuanrong whispered: "We have ignored these."

Shaking his head, Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with you. Whether it is you, Song Kai, or others, I'm afraid I never thought that my Dawen's territory would expand so quickly. No matter how hard Renjie and others tried, they could at most expand their own military towns, but those official positions that appeared out of thin air were enough to expand the strength of the political arena."

"There are countless official positions in the two provinces. Bai Qiuyu and the others are the ministers of the six ministries. They have natural advantages, and what I am most worried about is whether a few new forces will emerge through this matter."

"Although we are all from modern times and may not lose to the ancients in terms of knowledge, we have to talk about intrigue," glanced at the woman who had lost a lot of money, and a smile appeared on the corner of Yao Ruoyu's lips. "Apart from you and Kaikai, there are really not many of our Literature and Art Departments who are good at these."

"I'm not from the Literature and Art Department." Xu Xuanrong curled his lips and retorted.

"Is there any difference?" Yao Ruoyu laughed in silence, "Then say they are all from the Department of Planning."

"Go!" Xu Xuanrong said calmly, "It's rare that you have a far-sighted vision and can predict this in advance. So what are your plans?"

"On the one hand, not to compete for merit is one thing, on the other hand," Yao Ruoyu turned his head and looked at it solemnly, "You and Kaikai are the ministers of the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of War respectively, especially your Ministry of Personnel, which is more convenient for selecting officials after intervening."

"That's natural." Xu Xuanrong nodded.

Yao Ruoyu smiled slightly and said, "Well, also, since we cannot fully control the overall situation in politics for the time being, let us be stronger, so powerful that no matter how ulterior motives they are, they dare not have any dissenting intentions."

"That's why you asked Xiang Beibei to establish the Overlord Army?" Xu Xuanrong raised his eyebrows.

"That's one aspect. A single overlord army cannot change the situation. After all, no matter how strong their military strength is, it can only influence the situation of their garrison in the future, and it is difficult to directly affect the court."

After touching his chin, Yao Ruoyu pondered: "It has been almost five years since the establishment of Yitong Academy. With the earliest foundation we have laid, most of the students who are close to graduation will get closer to us. So when the battle is over, I will select 300 people from graduates and assign them to vacant positions."

"In addition, I plan to establish a sect, not an ordinary sect, but a sect similar to a later college. I, you, and other people in the Literature and Art Department can go to class as long as I am willing."

Xu Xuanrong suddenly realized: "No wonder you asked Fan Hu to take the Dark Night Dragon Rider. It turns out that you want to spare time to teach students?"

Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "It's almost the same. After all, training troops is too tiring and taking too much time. After about four or five years, the students of this sect will basically be formed. In the future, we can also ensure that we will always have such a martial arts force similar to a holy land."

Surprisingly, after listening to Yao Ruoyu's idea, Xu Xuanrong's eyes suddenly felt a little complicated, and he said softly: "You have been thinking about these things for a long time, have you?"

Seeing Yao Ruoyu being slightly stunned, the woman hesitated, slowly raised her hand, touched his chest, and whispered: "Are you worried about an accident in the future, we can't control Dawen alone, right?"

Unexpectedly, his thoughts were seen through. Yao Ruoyu opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Xu Xuanrong pushed hard, his eyebrows raised and said sternly: "Who do you think you are? Just a senior. After so many years, why do you still have to take everything on yourself?"

The man in the python robe stared at the tongue-in-mouthed man, who had always smiled and showed an angry look for the first time.

"Why do you have to treat us as soft eggs who have to rely on you to protect?"

"I, Brother Jie, Sister Yu, aren't all of us worthy of your trust even a little bit?"

"Your surnamed Yao, listen well? We don't need you to protect you...you..."

Looking at Yao Ruoyu, the woman's eyes suddenly shone with a little light. She gritted her teeth and said sternly: "It's enough if you just protect yourself!"

"……Fool!"
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