As the days passed, Miao Buyan watched the sky gradually clear, and there were only ten days left before the agreed one month period. Will the Han people come? She asked herself more than once that it was not the first time she believed in the Han people. She had never been disappointed before, and hoped that this time would not be disappointed. Dao Yuxin walked to her and asked in confusion: "What are you thinking?"

Miao Buyan quickly smiled in disguise: "I'm thinking about the war."

"Well." Dao Yuxin was a little suspicious, but he didn't continue to talk. Instead, he followed the topic, "We gave up the opportunity to counterattack a few days ago. The two sides have won and lost each other these days. It is estimated that the decisive battle will not be far away."

“How much land have we lost?”

"10%." Nong Xuke answered quietly on the other side.

"It's much better than expected." Miao Buyan was a little sad, "but we have paid so many lives."

"War is inevitable." Shamaeri comforted him.

"Master, the court sent people to come and send a war form." Haidan hurried behind him, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand.

Miao Buyan opened the stall on the table, and everyone looked at it. The letter read: "'The most virtuous, kind and benevolent and respectful to the Master of Fonan's Nationality.' Ru Xu: It has been more than a hundred years since Emperor Shizu unified the country and passed on the inheritance of the country. All the people have surrendered to the people of the world. When the southern border is like the land of heaven, he regards the noble religion as the country. I don't want to think about repaying the kindness of heaven, and we should usurp the government and rebellion, promote unrighteous troops, and resist the imperial court's power. Bahan was not talented, punished the crimes of heaven, used the letter to make clear the meaning, and used the sword as a vow. In early May,

Ten, the three armies are in harmony. I hope that the people will be sympathetic to the sufferings of the people. It is difficult to teach the people. I wake up in time and knock back to the north. I fight with the dragon. It is also a blessing for the people and a blessing for all the people." The one who raised the head of the head of the Ming Dian was "The most virtuous, kind and kind to the Ming Dian, worship the Buddha's Nan". This title was inherited by Emperor Yizong of Tang Dynasty. Later, it was preserved because of the Yuan Dynasty's ancestor Kublai Khan. It has been used to this day and is the orthodox title of the leader of the Baizhong Sect in the court.

"On the tenth day of May..." Miao Buyan thought for a moment, "There are three days left, how are you preparing?"

"They can't hold back their temper." Haidan pointed at the battle table, "No matter what we are going to do, what should come will always come." Everyone nodded, their faces were all solemn, because they felt the coming last moment.

Yuan Meng really couldn't stand his temper. The last few days, Nanjiang did not pursue the victory, almost confused everyone. Bahanke was no exception. He always felt that this was wrong. Some subordinates were optimistic that it might be because the traitors in the southern Xinjiang could not fight, so they delayed the counterattack. But Bahanke didn't think so. He had fought for many years and had rich experience. He always felt that there was something wrong with it. Instead, he slowly recovered. Nanjiang won but did not chase, and waited and watched. This behavior was obviously delaying time. He was very sensitive to two possibilities. One was that Nanjiang had already done a good job of consuming it.

The preparation for going down is to fight with Yuan Meng until the day the food and grass is exhausted; the second possibility is even more terrifying, that is, they join forces with the Han people and wait for the Han people to sneak attack their old nest in Guizhou. Although this possibility is very small, if this is true, it will be a huge disaster. No matter which of these two possibilities comes true, it will be a bad thing for them. The most basic requirement of the war is to not let the enemy get what they want. Since the battlefield on the left and right wings is currently calm and there will be no big progress in the short term, then the final decisive battle will be decided to wipe out the thieves in one fell swoop.

For this reason, he specially contracted all the troops who could arrive, which was also an obvious signal before the decisive battle. Miao Buyan also issued news, allowing Shen Yan and Dong Yaoshiyong to know that their troops should also approach the middle lane. In fact, in Dong Yaoshiyong's opinion, it seemed too anxious to agree to the decisive battle so easily. If you want to win this battle with the court, it would be the best and the stupidest. The most direct way is to drag it on. It will take three or five years to see what you do. In fact, he does not know the matter of the Han people, nor does he understand the war. Since Yuan Meng has played the battle, it means that no matter what you do, they will be united in a large army. The strategy of dragging time has long been seen through by Bahanke.

Nanjiang is also urgently mobilizing people. Because Muranting died, the four people who fought against the four great Lazhang changed. It would be best if Shama's Oliri returns temporarily and he is the best. However, Dao Yuxin and he are the strongest beings, and they have certain hope. Dao Yuxin repeatedly reminds him that if he has the opportunity, he must lead others away and let himself find an opportunity to one-on-one with Lazhang. He is extremely sure to kill the enemy level and offer it to his command. As long as he kills one person, Guru Rinpoche will defeat him without attacking. Everyone knows that this matter is easier said than done, so he can do his best.

Three days are coming in a flash. On the tenth day of May, the main forces of both sides gathered on Xuanwei Road, with only a small mountain range between them. Everyone knew in their hearts that this valley would become the main battlefield. Nearly 50,000 Yuanmeng and beautifully dressed in military uniforms, and 60,000 soldiers in southern Xinjiang were waiting for the battle. Bahanke stood on a slightly higher mountain in the Central Army and looked at the southern Xinjiang team with disdain. The team formation could only be said to be barely explained, after all, there was no one who understood the soldiers; the southern Xinjiang knew this truth well, so he had to make up for it with the number.

"Don't be afraid!" Miao Buyan's thin body was also wearing iron armor and riding a Dian horse. She waved the long sword in her hand vigorously, and stood at a high place and shouted to cheer for the soldiers: "People, soldiers, I teach thousands of teachers, Yuan Meng used the dispute with the Han people to betray the Southern Xinjiang and poisoned the Southern Xinjiang. We have lived on this land for thousands of years. They want to snatch it. Do you think you agree?"

"No!" Thousands of soldiers roared together.

"Don't be afraid!" Miao Buyan pointed his sword at the enemy's camp, "pull out the sword and gun, shoot out the sharp arrows. We fight hard and defend our relatives and land with blood. The great god Panhu inherits our craft and protects us at all times. They want to break through our land in the southern border. Will you let them in?"

"No!"

"Don't be afraid!" Miao Buyan waved his long sword, "For freedom, for our own descendants, we will no longer be exploited by others, but also for our dignity, let the enemy bathe in blood to welcome death. The battle is at the bottom-"

"Fight to the end-" The three soldiers shouted, and the clouds in the sky were hiding.

Bahanke was not afraid of the scene opposite. He just waved the flag. A Yuanmeng master beside him roared with a spirit: "Punishment to heaven - start a war--" The Yuanmeng army immediately changed its formation. Thousands of soldiers pressed their swords and blew the horns, pouring out like a flood, and rushed over with deafening fighting sounds.

Ten thousand arrows were sequel to the southern Xinjiang camp. After three arrows, Nong Xuke waved his sword, and the war drum sounded, shouting: "War--"

The men and horses of both sides rushed across the hills desperately and collided violently in the mountains of nearly a hundred miles. The flesh and blood grinding wheel ruthlessly crushed life. Thousands of Yuan Meng in the air set up a formation in a thousand-leaf lotus shape, and ruthlessly bombarded the enemy. Master Nanjiang also rushed over with all the birds and beasts without fear...
Chapter completed!