I'm afraid no one would think of the political plan.

In a patrol camp on the north bank, the people stationed in Taoyuan were from a patrol camp.

This is a bit long ago. Before the Black Death broke out, the forces of Taoyuan had already sneaked into every corner of the continent, especially the intelligence members, princes, ministers, and peddlers and barracks who were affiliated with the Shadow Force. As for the Holy Fire Sect, there were naturally people from Taoyuan who were involved in it.

At that time, Yang Zheng certainly did not think about overthrowing the rule of the Holy Fire Cult, but just expanded the underground forces in Taoyuan as much as possible.

The outbreak of the Black Death caused the situation to take a sharp turn for the worse. By chance, the Holy Fire Sect had to be destroyed.

Yang Zheng’s secret chess has an incredible effect.

The Holy Fire Sect itself has only four major demon knight legions, with a population of only 20,000. The remaining 210,000 troops are all ordered by all parties, with complex components, and it is not difficult for Taoyuan people to get involved.

There are also some Taoyuan people who have been operating in the Holy Fire Sect for several years. Their status has increased and their highest status even reached the position of the legion commander after the army gathered.

These people are Yang Zheng's secret troops, and the coalition forces do not know that it is even more impossible for the spies of the Holy Fire Army to find clues.

The Twenty-Three Thousand Holy Fire Army did not set up a long front by the Niam River.

First, they were the attacking party, and they did not believe that the coalition forces dared to cross the river to stroke the tiger's beard. Second, they did not have the same geographical location as the coalition forces, and had no city to defend. It was not a wise move to lengthen the front line and disperse their troops.

However, this does not mean that the coalition forces can easily land on the north shore. The Holy Fire Army has a large number of patrol troops and countless masters. They used many magical means to form a powerful surveillance network on the north shore. A tree, an eagle, and a groundhog, anything may be their tool for monitoring the movements of the north shore. It is almost impossible for a large force to attack the north shore.

Of course, almost, not absolute.

With long-term training, the shadow troops have become the strongest weapon in Yang Zheng's hands. Their various detection methods combine the tactics of modern scouts, and each of them is a first-class spy.

It can be said that Yang Zheng’s understanding of the Holy Fire Army is far more than that of Kaiwo and others, and it is also an unimaginable part of the Holy Fire Sect.

He knew where the front line of the Torch Army extended. He knew their patrol locations and time intervals.

Yang Zheng arranged a very detailed plan when he had a large number of secret lands.

He did not disclose this plan to any of the coalition forces. Only a few senior executives in Taoyuandi, such as Yulei, who could know the inside story of the plan, were responsible for the most critical part of the entire plan.

The Holy Fire Army has enough power. Even if the coalition forces land on the north shore, they will be humiliating themselves if they want to attack them. The huge difference in combat power makes the two armies almost unsurprisingly ending.

But this does not mean that Yang Zheng gave up the sneak attack.

This opportunity is only in a moment. That is when the Holy Fire Army attacks the South Bank.

At that time, the Holy Fire Army Camp on the North Bank will be the most vulnerable, although this vulnerability is only relative. Yang Zheng believes that this is the only opportunity for the coalition forces to win quickly.

He doesn't want to fight a war over the years. It's not that he can't afford it. It's that the entire northern continent cannot afford it. It's that the Black Death is rampant. He doesn't want the entire human society to crush the last hope in the internal strife. Unless a way to cure the Black Death can be found, humans will fall into a long and severe winter period. But after this dark period, it depends on whether humans are united.

The Holy Fire Cult does not have this ability to lead mankind out of the severe winter, so he must perish.

Yang Zheng no longer retained his strength. After careful planning, he determined a route for sneak attacks. Even if the Holy Fire Army was not dispatched, it would be extremely safe to land on the north shore from this route.

He did not hand over this strong attack mission to the coalition forces. Because there was no mistake, Yulei and Legolas, the two super-sacred powerhouses, became the best choice. They led the most elite group of warriors in Taoyuan, with a number of 3,000, only 3,000, because this is the maximum number limit for Yang Zheng to hide this underground force.

Since the number cannot be large, only equipment can be used to increase the bargaining chips.

It is conceivable how terrible the equipment that gathered the material resources of Taoyuan, a huge organization, was for these 3,000 people.

Everyone is made into war machines by countless gold coins.

Besides, there was another last move. He looked into the sky from afar, and a black dot flashed in the clouds.

...

Meng Zhuoer was one of the earliest members of the Shadow Force and the first to enter the Northern Continent from Taoyuan.

His original job was just a tavern owner, and his task was to organize the information collected in the tavern every day and send it to his next level Taoyuan organization.

After working in this position for half a year, by chance, he rescued a blue-clothed priest of the Holy Fire Sect who was framed, but he did not expect

The priest was later rehabilitated and became a success. He achieved his position within a few months and became the chief priest of a small country at that time.

In order to repay this, he saved the young man in times of crisis, the great priest in red took Mengzhuo as his children and asked Mengzhuo to give up the tavern to obtain a position in the Holy Fire Cult.

After obtaining the approval of his superiors, Mengzhuo entered the Holy Fire Cult. His work was similar to that of a tavern. He just collected information regularly and reported it to his superiors.

At that time, Taoyuan had no intention of attacking the Holy Fire Sect, and Mengzhuo did not need to risk his life to obtain some secret information. Of course, there was no risk of revealing his identity. He was very loyal, and he was very smart, and he was deeply loved by the great master in red, and his status was gradually improved.

The outbreak of the Black Death ushered in a terrible disaster, and of course this small country did not escape.

The red-clothed priest was unfortunately infected with the black death virus. When everyone fled, Meng Zhuoer did not leave the red-clothed priest out of kindness.

He took care of the great priest in red until he died. The priest was extremely moved. Before his death, he wrote a letter to the Pope, praised Meng Zhuoer, called him a role model of the believer, and had the most firm heart of teaching, begging the Pope to pass on his position as the young man.

At that time, the Black Death was rampant in this small country and everyone was in danger. Where could the Archbishop in the Clothing of the Reds be willing to take office? With a stroke of the Pope, Meng Zhuoer became the youngest master in reds in history.

When the Holy Fire commanded the world, the three major priests were conquered in the south.

As a red-clothed priest, Meng Zhuoer naturally could not escape the matter and recruited a group of soldiers and believers to gather in the holy city.

At this time, he was already the battalion commander of the Third Cavalry Battalion of the Seventh Legion of the Southern Expedition Army.

Today is him patrolling the upstream of the North Line.

At this time, a group of more than a hundred soldiers were shouting there.

The army advanced to attack the southern line, but they still had to patrol this barren land. These soldiers were deeply resentful.

"Fuck it, it's this unlucky errand. It's not profitable for military merits, and it's so cold." A soldier shouted while jumping.

"That's right, our hundreds of thousands of troops are here. How could those turtles on the other side come to die? What a destructive way to patrol the patrol." Another soldier was also complaining.

"Battery Commander, the South Bank must fight. We don't have to go out on patrol in the afternoon. We are almost frozen to death. If there is wine in this bird's weather..."

"liquor……"

"Wine..." Suddenly, the camp became quiet. Someone twitched his nose and said softly and puzzledly: "Do you smell it..."

Because the wind was cold and his nose was red again, several soldiers tried hard to twitch their noses, but the smell was still faint.

A guy with a thief-eyed look went to the camp secretly. After a while, he suddenly came in, waved his hand vigorously, and whispered: "Everyone, come and see..."

The soldiers leaned out of the camp gate and saw their battalion leader huddled in a corner, sneaking and wondering what to do.

Several soldiers quietly touched over and suddenly shouted: "Okay, battalion commander, you can keep the wine in private, come, come quickly."

With a bang, a nest of more than a hundred soldiers rushed out of the camp gate and surrounded Meng Zhuoer.

Because Meng Zhuoer is not old, this red-clothed priest has little prestige. These soldiers have always been not afraid of him. They shouted with laughter: "Battery Commander, this is not enough brother. I have been so guilty of drinking wine alone. I will be more serious. I will give it to wine and not kill it!"

Meng Zhuoer laughed and scolded: "You dogs have a sharp nose."

"Ah, I can't stand it anymore. Battalion Commander, please let me take a sip." A guy snatched the wine bag from Mengzhuoer's hand, and just took a sip, and immediately stretched out seven or eight paws to grab the wine bag.

The Holy Fire Army has always been very strict in military discipline. Apart from festivals, it is difficult to drink wine. It is even more impossible for the troops on duty to drink wine. Only those with the status of Mengzhuer can get some wine.

At this time, he saw the soldiers fighting fiercely and shouted, "Hao, okay, I have hidden a few bags here. Today, I have a portion of them. Everyone can drink a little, but this is only once, and no one is allowed to tell me about my private wine."

"Battery Commander, you are such a great man!" The soldiers were so happy.

Meng Zhuoer dug a few times with his sword according to the ground under his feet. Sure enough, five bags of fine wine were hidden underneath. Each soldier could not get enough, but he was able to get drunk. Everyone rushed to grab the wine and drank it. In a few minutes, the five bags of wine were empty, and Meng Zhuoer poured the wine himself without touching it.
Chapter completed!