"That's the reason!" After hearing Zhao Hong say this, Taoist Xuanfeng was very excited and thought to himself: "My junior brother is worthy of being a talented person, but he actually coincides with the senior brother of the head! God bless me, Xueyutianling, and descend such a talent. In this way, my Xueyutianling can maintain prosperity for three thousand years!"

Thinking of this, Taoist Xuanfeng continued to ask impatiently: "It's just that junior brother, the southwest sects are gathered together to get rid of them. You can only get destroyed with just one battle. However, the Xuanbing Ocean evil is still lurking in various parts of the southwest and refuses to come out easily. It's not easy to defeat it in a short time. Please teach me about this matter."

"Senior brother is urgent." Zhao Hong smiled and said, "This is easy, I just ask my senior brother to reply to me - I wonder how my senior brother wants to fight against the various sects in the southwest?"

"Of course, the army is pressing forward with all their might." Taoist Xuanfeng said.

"—No, if the senior brother fights like this, he will definitely win. However, the southwest sects will definitely be defeated and not perished. It will be even more difficult to destroy them in the future!" Zhao Hong waved his hand and said.

"I would like to ask my junior brother to teach me." Taoist Xuanfeng continued.

"Senior brother is so serious, my solution is simple - just use only 70% of the strength to divide the sects in the southwest to wait for the labor."

"Junior brother - but, is this 30% of the strength prepared for the Xuanbingyang bandits?" After hearing Zhao Hong's words, Taoist Xuanfeng understood, but he understood, but he was still a little confused in his heart:

"Junior brother, do you think that the remaining bandits in Xuanbingyang will send troops to support the southwest sects and get their chestnuts from the fire? These evil spirits may not have that kind heart, right?"

"It's not about taking the chestnut from the fire, but about the fisherman's benefit... Senior brother, let me ask you. Is it easy to defeat the southwest sects?"

"Simple, no effort." Taoist Xuanfeng replied.

"I'll ask again, will the southwest sects fight to the end when facing our army's thunder, or will they flee in a panic?"

"This... there may be people who will fight to the death, but most of them will run away."

"Yes... Senior brother, let me ask again, if the remaining bandits from Xuanbingyang sent troops to respond when the other party fled, what would the situation of the battle become?"

"Senior brother knows."

Having said that, why does Taoist Xuanfeng still not understand?

"If Xuanbingyang responds, the southwest sects will feel at ease. If you join forces with one another, you can rely on the familiar terrain to escape most of the time. The remnants of the southwest sects will be incorporated by Xuanbingyang bandits and continue to hide and not fight head-on with our army. In this way, our army will win, but cannot do its best, and the southwest will never have a peaceful future. The junior brother said before that to be quick to fight and decisive, and the strategy to shock the little ones is to be defeated. At that time, my Xueyu Tianling will fall into a completely passive state."

When Taoist Xuanfeng thought of this, he couldn't help but sweat. He then adjusted his clothes and bowed to Zhao Hong. He said:

"Thanks to my junior brother's reminder, otherwise I would be the sinner of Xueyu Tianling."

"Senior brother, never have to perform this great gift." Zhao Hong quickly stretched out his hand and wanted to help Taoist Xuanfeng up. However, Taoist Xuanfeng's thousands of years of practice could not be supported by him? Zhao Hong only felt that his hands were holding Mount Tai upward, and he did not move at all. As a last resort, Zhao Hong bowed ninety degrees and bowed to Taoist Xuanfeng. The two of them bowed to each other, raised their heads and smiled at each other. They felt that their friendship was much better.

"As far as attacking the coalition forces of the southwest sects were concerned, I kept the three-point soldiers ready as I said. Apart from that, what else can I teach me?"

After hearing Taoist Xuanfeng said this, Zhao Hong thought for a moment and said, "If things go well, our army will destroy the coalition forces of the southwest sects, and will also severely defeat the Xuanbingyang remaining bandits who came to support. Such a big victory should be enough to shock the little girl. We will successfully implement our Xueyu Tianling strategy. However, it is not so simple to completely defeat the remaining bandits hidden in it..."

"Yes..." Taoist Xuanfeng was a little disappointed when he heard Zhao Hong say this. But he soon smiled again:

"My junior brother's strategy is enough to make me a great contribution throughout the army. If I can't do my best, I can't do it. I'm too impatient for me."

"Where, in the final analysis, I am not practicing enough to help my senior brother." Zhao Hong said so humblely. Taoist Xuanfeng praised him again. At the end, Zhao Hong said a "reluctant request" with a hint of embarrassment. Taoist Xuanfeng thought for a long time and agreed. Zhao Hong then breathed a sigh of relief, and the two brothers and brothers came out separately.

Then, until the door, Zhao Hong's humility looked gone.

"The senior brother compares Gu Wang with the leader. Although his meaning is not obvious, it is obvious that Gu Wang is still not as good as the leader's senior brother... He is such a literary and martial arts strategy, and he is the best choice for Xuanyu Taoist... Humph."

Zhao Hong hummed softly in his heart, and his face turned back to the look of not being shocked. He went back to the room leisurely, sat upright on the couch to meditate, and then did not mention it when he was asleep. The time for him to open his eyes was the next morning.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Hanshui! Wake up quickly, the Bai Miasma Forest has arrived!"

As soon as Zhao Hong opened his eyes, before he could finish his hair, he heard the loud voice of the Taoist in Xinhu outside the cabin door. When Zhao Hong heard this, he cast a curse for purifying the body to drive away the filth. He did not comb his hair, and walked out with long hair floating.

The Taoist in Xinhu saw Zhao Hong walking out with his hair disheveled, and was stunned at the time, and then repeatedly accused him:

"I'm really sorry, uncle, I'm upset, I'm upset." After saying that, he was about to leave, which meant that Zhao Hong had finished washing and came out to see people again. However, Zhao Hong didn't think so - after finally having such a chance, he could loose his hair like he used to, and what could he do if he was occasionally arrogant? Feeling the fighting spirit spreading in the air, Zhao Hong was slightly affected and took back his usual cautiousness a little.

That's right, the fighting spirit. It's not just the 100,000 people who dare to fight with armor, nor is it just the strong men who fired the war drums that were shocked by a hundred miles. But in this air, indeed, there is an indescribable and invisible aura. The fighting spirit - the grand fighting spirit that bursts out when the Xueyu Tianling Zhou Army arrives at the coalition forces of various sects in the southwest. Two soldiers and horses meet!
Chapter completed!