69novels Chapter 37 Predicting Their Predictions
Chapter 37 Predicting Their Predictions
Chapter 37 Predicting Their Predictions
"stop!!"
The second elder was so angry that his beard trembled and he stomped his foot hard.
Looking at Tang Xiao's resolute back, he knew that his nephew's temper was just like Tang Hao's stubborn mule; once he made up his mind, not even nine oxen could pull him back.
If Tang Xiao were to go alone and were to perish at the hands of Bibi Dong, the Clear Sky Sect would be without its sect leader and its only titled Douluo. Even with its natural defenses, it would be close to destruction.
"Come back! Who said we're not going to save them?!"
The Second Elder shouted, stopping Tang Xiao, who had already reached the door.
Tang Xiao paused, turned around, and looked at his second uncle, who had been blocking him, with a complicated expression.
"Second Uncle————"
"Sigh—" The Second Elder sighed deeply, "Why are you so impatient, child?"
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He glanced around at the elders with their varied expressions, and finally gritted his teeth and compromised: "Since the Min Clan is already surrounded, and that's the main force led by Bibi Dong herself, if we rush over directly, facing two Title Douluos, an unfathomable new Pope, and thousands of Soul Masters, even if we can save them, we'll be in serious trouble."
"That's so stupid."
The Second Elder walked to the map and pointed heavily at three other locations: "Since we're going to rescue them, we need to be strategic."
"Since the Min clan is the bait and the main force, it means that the forces besieging the other three clans must be weak! Or even just bluffing!"
"We won't go to the Min clan!"
Tang Xiao was taken aback: "Not going to the Min Clan? Then where to go?"
"Go save the Power Clan! The Defense Clan! The Destruction Clan!"
A glint of cunning flashed in the Second Elder's eyes, and his tone became resolute and ruthless: "We'll do the opposite!"
"Isn't Bibi Dong trying to lure us into a trap using the Min clan? Then let's not touch that tough nut for now! Let's first sweep away the three surrounding clans with overwhelming force!"
"As long as we are fast enough, we can save these three races first, gather their strength, and add our Haotian Sect's elite troops."
"By then, we will have enough leverage and manpower!"
"Then, riding high on our victory, we will join forces to relieve the siege of the Min clan!"
"This is the safest and most effective way to preserve our strength!"
At this point, the Second Elder looked at Tang Xiao, his tone carrying a hint of admonition: "Sect Master, this is also a gamble."
"Bibhi Dong is arrogant and overconfident, concentrating her main forces on the Min clan while neglecting the other three clans!"
"If we can take out her divided forces first, the situation will turn around!"
"this----"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao fell into deep thought.
It must be said that the Second Elder's plan, although somewhat roundabout, was much more rational than simply running headlong into Bibi Dong's arms.
If we can first save the Destroyer Clan, known for their offensive power, and the Guardian Clan, known for their formidable defensive capabilities, it will indeed be a great help in the subsequent battles.
Moreover, this can be seen as giving the elders a way out: it's not that they won't help, but that they will help the easier ones first, thus avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.
"good!"
After a long silence, Tang Xiao nodded heavily, the red light in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a calm and murderous intent.
"We'll do as my second uncle says!"
"Immediately muster your forces and divide them into three groups—no! Concentrate your forces!"
After a moment's thought, Tang Xiao rejected the idea of splitting up the forces. "If we're going to avoid the enemy's strength and attack their weakness, then we need to ensure absolute superiority!"
"Let's go to the nearest Power Clan first!"
"If we save Titan and the others, our strength will increase!"
The Min clan's residence.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the once tranquil forest was now a scorched wasteland.
Bibi Dong looked at the battle damage report in her hand, her face extremely grim.
"Two thousand elite troops against a Min clan of less than five hundred, most of whom are old, weak, women, and children —"
Bibi Dong's voice suppressed rage, "One hundred and thirty-six were killed and one hundred and twelve were seriously wounded?!"
Bibi Dong slammed the report in her hand to the ground.
Is this the Spirit Master Legion that the Spirit Hall is so proud of? Facing a group of Agile Clan members who only know how to run away and have almost zero attack power, how could they still achieve such a shameful casualty ratio?
If this were the Po clan with its explosive attack power, or the Yu clan with its amazing defense, wouldn't more than half of these two thousand people have been lost?
Within the sea of consciousness, Nan Feng watched this scene and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this casualty ratio has truly redefined my understanding of the word 'trash'."
"I've long heard that the Spirit Hall's Spirit Masters are used to being pampered. They're all loud and boisterous when they're winning, but once they encounter any decent resistance or the other side fights desperately, these guys just sit there and randomly throw out their Spirit Skills."
"Five hundred squishy characters who can only run away can take away more than a hundred of our lives. If our forces are evenly matched, or if we encounter those hammer-wielding lunatics from the Haotian Sect—"
"What's the point of fighting this war?"
Nan Feng shook his head, his tone full of disdain, "Alright, stop looking at that embarrassing report, hurry up and pack up, the army is setting off."
"Set off?"
Bibi Dong was taken aback. "Where are you going? Back to Wuhun City?"
"Go back to what city? This is just the beginning of the warm-up," Nan Feng said.
"Of course, we're going to support the other three."
"support?"
Bibi Dong frowned, somewhat unable to follow the old spider's train of thought. "Wait, wasn't our plan to besiege the enemy and ambush their reinforcements? Shouldn't we be lying in wait here, waiting for Tang Xiao to bring the main force of the Haotian Sect to rescue the Min clan, and then using the terrain and ambushes here to severely damage them?"
"What if we leave, and Tang Xiao comes only to find it's not there?"
"What a load of crap!"
Nan Feng rolled his eyes. "If he weren't brain-dead, he would never have run here!"
"Why?" Bibi Dong was even more confused. "Didn't you confidently say in the Elder Hall that the Haotian Sect would save the Min clan first for the sake of face and family ties? You even said it was their weakness?"
"Sister, that's just a way to fool those old fogies!"
Nan Feng gave him a look that said, "Are you stupid?" He continued, "If I didn't say that, would they have left the Elder Hall? Would they have agreed to this plan to divide their forces? Would they have let you bring two thousand men to fight in this kind of sure-win, crushing battle?"
"If I didn't portray the Min clan as a strategically vital location that must be contested, would they feel comfortable and dare to dabble in the other three routes?"
Bibi Dong:
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"And think about it too." Nan Feng pointed to the ruins outside. "First of all, why did they attack the Min clan? It was to provoke the Haotian Sect and force them to leave Haotian Peak, which is like a tortoise shell. That's correct."
"However, two thousand Soul Masters, two Title Douluos, and an unfathomable Pope are besieging a small Min Clan."
"And what happened? A few scouts just happened to run out and, coincidentally, brought back news to the Haotian Sect that we had split into four groups to attack the four major clans simultaneously."
"What is this?"
"This is an open secret! It's like they have the word 'trap' etched on their foreheads!"
"Those elders of the Haotian Sect may be selfish, but they're not fools. Would they fall into such an obvious trap?"
"The people of the Haotian Sect care about their reputation, but they don't want to die."
"If they really come directly to rescue the Min clan, it would mean giving up their geographical advantage and facing our main force. This is a very poor strategy."
"As long as there is even one person in the Haotian Sect who understands the situation, they will never choose this path."
Bibi Dong frowned, as if she had grasped something, yet also seemed not to fully understand: "So you mean—"
"The reason I had you spread the news that the four major clans were attacked at the same time was to show them a way out," Nan Feng said.
"Look, the Min clan is a trap; their main force is here. As for the other three clans? That's a feint attack; their forces are weak."
"If I were Tang Xiao, or an elder of the Haotian Sect."
"I will definitely choose to avoid the enemy's strength and attack their weakness!"
"Let's go save the Power Clan, the Defense Clan, or the Destruction Clan first!"
"These three races are strong in combat. If we rescue them, they can be used as cannon fodder to strengthen our own forces. Moreover, there are only feinting troops over there, so the risk is low and the reward is high."
"Wouldn't it be much easier for them to challenge us once they unite these three tribes and have a strong army?"
"It can save face, since troops have been sent out, and reduce losses by letting the affiliated clans take the blame."
"This is the kind of choice those hypocritical old fogies would make."
At this point, Nan Feng shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Therefore, Tang Xiao will definitely not come to the Min Clan."
"His current marching route is 100% heading towards the Power Clan or the Royal Clan, which are closest to them."
"What are we doing here? Starving?"
"Of course, we should anticipate their predictions and intercept them!"
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