"The Count is finally willing to walk out of the room?"

When Mo Xiaobai met with Cao Yi, Uncle Cao Guo quipped: "Is it a different taste to hide in the house and watch the play?" ”

"This play has just begun, and how to sing it next depends on what Uncle Guo means." Mo Xiaobai pursed his lips and smiled, and then said: "The changes in the war in the south will be transmitted to the city in half a day at most, and we should also discuss the specific battle plan." ”

Unfolding a volume of maps, Mo Xiaobai pointed to the southwest of Baekje: "The entire southwest coast of Baekje is full of large and small islands. Although there is no heavy army in Xiongcheng, many territories have also emerged in recent years, especially Zhendao and Wando, which are controlled by some big lords. Previously, we had only decided on the offensive route, but the exact target of the attack had not yet been agreed. Now that the battle in Silla is gradually unfolding, we have to follow suit. ”

From Wanshi Island to the east, the nearest offensive route went straight to the southern islands of Baishan. Mo Xiaobai looked for Cao Yi this time to determine the final tactical arrangement.

Cao Yi looked at the map and pointed on his right hand to the northeast of Zhendao, "I want the whole of Luozhou in the Great Song Dynasty." ”

It didn't seem to answer Mo Xiaobai, but the answer was also given. Cao Yi was more inclined to attack Zhendao directly, and then took advantage of the situation to go north.

Mo Xiaobai showed a look that was as expected, nodded and said, "Then Gwangju will be handed over to the big man to fight." ”

It is normal for Cao Yi to ask for Luozhou, because there is no second Wanshi Island suitable for sending a large number of garrisons, so if the Great Song Dynasty wants to bite off a piece of fat from Baekje and not let go, the closer port must not be allowed out.

In contrast, Dahan has a pedal, which can naturally put the target a little farther.

Cao Yi didn't object to this, but he was more curious about another point: "What about the Earl himself?" ”

"I don't want any big city, Zhendao and the surrounding islands will be handed over to me to clean up the big dream city to ensure that the back road is unblocked. In addition, I will send a force to the northeast of Jeolla Province, and if Baekje wants to withdraw its troops from the eastern battlefield, I will help you deal with it. ”

Mo Xiaobai smiled and said his own task, and added at the end: "As long as we can occupy Naju and Gwangju, Jeollanam-do will have eighty percent of the start, and as long as we continue to attack north, and Silla will advance in the east, we will not worry about Baekje not admitting defeat." ”

At this time, Baekje was not the Korean that unified Samhan, except for the southern islands, there were only three territories in Chungcheong-do, Jeollabuk-do, and Jeollanam-do, and if one Jeollanam-do was lost, and Silla would occupy half of Jeollabuk-do, what else would Baekje fight?

If you don't want to destroy the country, you have to surrender.

Of course, now is definitely not the time to destroy the national war, and Mo Xiaobai has never thought about which country must be destroyed.

The most important thing is the vested interest in war.

After all, war is only a means of plotting interests.

It's just that the war hasn't fully started yet, Mo Xiaobai's calculations are actually no different from painting cakes, but Cao Yi ate this set, and after listening to it, he also laughed: "This plan is led by the earl, don't you want to only occupy some marginal interests?" ”

"The little interest in Uncle Guo's eyes is already a big cake for me." Mo Xiaobai shook his head with a smile, his goal was very clear from the beginning, not to occupy any city, and to ask for special resources that the Han did not have.

This is also a helpless move, with the current scale of Big Dream City, high-end talents are indeed enough, but the backbone is still stretched, and it is not suitable to rule a big city in a hurry.

Mo Xiaobai said this, and Cao Yi bowed his head happily at the moment: "This time the coalition army and my Great Song Dynasty will definitely do their best to attack a big city of Baekje, and we will definitely be able to take it within a week." ”

"With the general's words, then everything will be easy." Mo Xiaobai also smiled, looking forward to the end of this battle in the United States.

………

Half a day later, Wanshi Island.

At this moment, warships outside Wanshi Island gathered.

On the Longxiang, Guo Jia hurriedly came to the front cabin: "Mao Gong, the lord is here." ”

"What does the lord say?" Li Ji, who was in a daze in front of a sand table, raised his head suddenly, walked in three or two steps, and Guo Jia picked up the handbook.

Guo Jia didn't wait for Li Ji to finish reading it, and said: "Notify the whole army and set off immediately." ”

"Good!"

Li Ji swung his right fist heavily, he was waiting for Mo Xiaobai's final order to be issued.

Just wanted to talk about the matter of the order, Li Ji suddenly paused: "The lord is now in Goryeo, do you want to reply to the lord to withdraw first, and then we will attack?" ”

"It doesn't matter, the more fierce we attack, the safer the lord and General Cao Yi will be." Guo Jia waved his hand indifferently, looking not worried about Mo Xiaobai's safety at all.

In fact, Mo Xiaobai himself was not very worried.

When Li Ji, on behalf of the Great Dream City, met with the generals of the Great Song Dynasty and the Great Han Dynasty to discuss further details, Mo Xiaobai was training some horse skills in a good way.

As the second and final round of the Ten Nations Tournament gets closer, Mo Xiaobai began to show his presence again to prove that he really attaches great importance to it.

The next day, the sky was clear.

The news that 50,000 soldiers and horses of Silla had gone into battle and had directly crossed the border and even attacked Cheongju, which was located south of Chungcheong-do, finally reached Goryeo.

Immediately after that, Baekje began to hastily deploy troops. However, because Silla came prepared, it directly interfered with the stability of spatial teleportation from the outside, and Baekje was forced to have no choice but to dispatch from surrounding towns.

Silla was able to suppress Baekje!

The time card is just right, too!

This sudden intensification of the war trend made the members who watched the excitement a little stumbling.

No one is a fool, and now they all know that all kinds of quarrels and face-turning between Silla and Baekje must have been fanned by the Silla people themselves, otherwise it would be impossible to send troops at this time, let alone carefully arrange for the sake of sending troops.

In contrast, Baekje suffered a big loss.

At this moment, the Baekje envoys no longer wanted to quarrel with Park Chang, and quickly found their allies.

Goryeo Yuan.

It was in this case that the first round of the Ten Nations Tournament ended in the early morning of the fourth day.

The rearranged horse farm has finally been lifted from the perimeter.

As soon as you enter, you can see that the racecourse, which was still relatively regular, has become potholes. Farther away, there are also various trigger-type Vitality Rune Traps.

"This is called the second round?" The corners of Xia Yun's eyes twitched, which was a little different from the picture she imagined that Bajie could win the first place by running casually.

Those trigger traps are not closed at the moment, and they are fire and electricity. Cordyceps Xia Wan has a hunch that after a lap, there must be unlucky eggs to be roasted.

However, her complaint did not get a response from Mo Xiaobai, and the insects Xia Wan turned her head sideways at this time and looked in the direction of Mo Xiaobai's gaze: "Boss, what are you looking at?" ”

"The one with the mask over there looks familiar."

As soon as Mo Xiaobai's words fell, a participating rider who was only a dozen meters away from him pulled off his mask.

Sure enough, a very familiar face was revealed.

Yuanlong!

Although he hadn't seen him for half a year, Mo Xiaobai could still sense the other party's undisguised hatred from such a long distance.