That's right, these two people...there are a pair of patterned chessboards, and black and white chess pieces are scattered on them, and they are playing chess!

This scene made Yang Feixiang feel a buzzing sound in his mind. He didn't care about the news that he was spreading, and gasped, and rushed over: "Big boss! Boss! This won't work!"

Yang Feixiang seemed rough and fierce, but had a lot of combat experience. He returned to the central army in a hurry to persuade Murong Long City.

For two hours, Murong Longcheng has only put all the units of the Changshan Army into the battlefield, watching them fight to death, but has never gained the initiative. The current situation seems to be evenly divided, but it is actually extremely unfavorable to the Changshan Army.

Facing the enemy head-on is very common tactics. For many years, they have used the benefits of good horses to seek flaws and seek flaws. They have been attacking for a hundred miles, traveling thousands of miles, and entering and leaving without interruption. The rules are the dangers of Changshan Mountain, and the deep mountains and valleys that stretch thousands of miles are the best barriers. They do not often engage in such head-on battles with the enemy. Relatively speaking, the Jin army has more experienced officers, the Jin people are better at fighting formations, the Jin people have a more strict formation and more orderly mobilization.

Such a war of attrition caused heavy losses to both sides. But Yang Feixiang knew very well that no matter how weak China and North Korea were, after all, even if there were ten thousand or ten thousand people died, they would easily recruit more soldiers from outside Dai County. And the Changshan Army had almost all the forces that had been united for decades... To this extent, even if it was a victory, it would be a victory that Changshan Army could not bear!

Yang Feixiang was heartbroken, anxious, impatient, and also with anger that was almost uncontrollable. He shouted loudly: "It is not a solution to continue like this! We have to think of an idea!"

Surrounding Murong Long City are about 200 armored cavalrymen. Some of them have a very old face, while others have just grown up. Although their ages vary greatly, their fierce and fierce expressions are one or two hundred cavalrymen stand solemnly, except for the occasional horses sniffing, they are silent. Yang Feixiang's yelling looks particularly abrupt.

But Murong Longcheng looked leisurely in the distance, ignoring him at all.

Yang Feixiang didn't care about that much. He felt the arrow stabbing the lungs bring a sharp pain, so he coughed heart-wrenchingly, spit out thick phlegm with dirty blood, and yelled again: "Boss!"

Murong Longcheng still didn't see him.

The young man in white who was sitting next to Murong Long City sighed: "The sky is as round as a roof, and the place is like a chess game. People in the world all struggle and run on the chessboard. However, some are chess players, and some are chess pieces."

Murong Longcheng smiled: "Wen Changshi thinks I am a chess player or a chess piece?"

The young man in white smiled and said, "The chessman thought you were a powerful chess piece; and the chess piece thought you were a chess piece with great skills... Isn't that great? "

Murong Longcheng was silent.

"What are you talking about in a mess?" Yang Feixiang roared. He strode forward, and his heavy steps trampled on the dust: "Master, why do you have this leisure time? The people of Jin are good at fighting, and their brothers are suffering heavy casualties! We can't fight so hard..."

His words suddenly stopped. He widened his eyes in shock and took a step back. Unexpectedly, something was tripping under his feet, so he fell to the ground.

Yang Feixiang had clearly seen this young man in white! In the Changshan Army's main village, did Murong Longcheng make the decision to fight against the Jin army in front of this person?

"You guy! You guy... you're the official of the Jin people, you're the... that Wen Qiao!" He looked at Murong Longcheng ferociously: "The boss, how could this Jin dog be here?"

Murong Longcheng sighed, grabbed a handful of black pieces and threw them at the chessboard: "I've been in a mess these days. Forget it, forgot."

Murong Longcheng and Wen Qiao talked to themselves, thinking that he did not exist at all. What's wrong? What's wrong? Yang Feixiang suddenly felt like a fool. He instinctively felt that a terrible undercurrent was about to erupt. In these days, what happened seemed to be far more than what he knew. Cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body, but his mind became more and more drowsy and could no longer make a judgment.

Yang Feixiang subconsciously supported the ground with force, trying to stand up, but the thing pressed under her palm was a little uncomfortable. She casually threw her eyes, and waved her hand and pushed the thing away.

That thing must have been on the ground for a long time, and it was this thing that tripped me up...

When he suddenly realized what it was, Yang Feixiang screamed in extreme horror!

"Ah!...ah!..." Yang Feixiang let out an unbearable shrill cry. He suddenly threw the thing away, then chased it with his hands and feet, and picked it up again.
Chapter completed!