These big shots are actually me - #67 - Chapter 67

But when a simple word ‘men’ is added, the effect produced is infinitely greater than that of a simple word ‘I’.

Because we represent Mozo and the soldiers are together, and we work hand in hand with everyone like the old wolf master. And I severed the relationship between Mozo and the soldiers, clarifying that this was just for him, working for the benefit of the big shot.

Therefore, the difference between the two is also the reason why the Lang family is so loved in the North!

This is something that the disciples from the side branch will never learn.

As a result, the crowd once again fell into a huge carnival. The soldiers once again put Mozo on their shoulders, surrounded him in the center of the crowd, and marched majestically towards Storm’s End Castle.

–

It was Gebu who had just moved into the hall of Storm’s End from the camp, and he hadn’t even had time to have a proper lunch yet. He was shocked to hear that Mozo had not only recruited his ‘personal guards’, but was also heading towards Storm’s End with the soldiers who should have belonged to him.

Such changes and the fatigue of traveling suddenly made Gebu panic.

“How is that possible? Why should he?!”

Gebu really couldn’t understand why his ‘personal bodyguard’ would choose to betray him?

The princes in the north below were also caught up in discussions that were difficult to suppress.

The doubts that had finally faded away reappeared in the minds of the princes.

Fortunately, the old fox helped out as before:

“I understand your doubts, and I also understand that I am just a side branch who has benefited from the glory of the old wolf lord, but please think about it, how can the old wolf lord’s pure blood descendants be wandering outside?”

“To put it bluntly, even if it is true, why would you, the old people in the north, not know about it?”

These two simple sentences completely suppressed the doubts and denials that had arisen.

Seeing that the scene had calmed down again, the old fox continued to drive Gebu and said:

“But this tyrant’s lackey does have some skills. In order to prevent more soldiers who don’t know the truth from being deceived by him. And to prevent further civil strife among the people of the North due to his inducement.”

“I hope to be able to send an army strong enough to suppress the tyrant’s lackeys!”

The old man didn’t believe that with the fickleness of people’s hearts, after the number surged, Mozo could still use his sweet words to lure those northern soldiers to surrender as before!

This reasonable proposal was quickly accepted by the northern princes.

Half the army at Storm’s End will be sent out to kill that Mozo with one blow!

As for the leader, the most suitable candidate is naturally Gawain, but Gawain is the commander in chief, so he gives up. Governor Morris, on the other hand, took the initiative to avoid suspicion because of his identity.

Therefore, the leading general who went this time was Gebu’s “carefully selected” loyal minister!

112 Turn over as many as you come!

Countless Northern soldiers marched out from Storm’s End. This time, not only was the ground covered with cavalry, but the sky was also densely packed with airships of various colors.

The leading noble stood confidently on the airship. The soldiers in the north were brave and good at fighting and could command such a number of soldiers. He believed that even if he ran into the tyrant’s main force, he would still be able to fight back and forth.

With such power, it is easy to deal with a tyrant’s lackeys and a small group of troops that were bewitched by him!

No, it should be said that they are overqualified for their uses!

In this way, the equally proud nobles led this mighty army to block the path forward of Mo Zuo and others.

The noble glanced at the sky, asked the adjutant again, then came to the ground from the airship, and began to manually command the troops to get into formation and prepare for battle.

After he estimated that the other party had entered the airship’s firing range, he planned to direct the airship to shoot sideways for a round.

The airships that received his instructions all pushed out their specially equipped light cannons sideways. The leading noble raised his hand with a proud face, ready to order the cannon fire, but before he could take action, a scout hurried over and whispered to him:

“Sir, that, that Mo Zuota is riding the old wolf master’s red wolf!”

“?!”

The noble was suddenly shocked.

“Did you see clearly?”

“It’s absolutely true! Sir, he is really riding the old wolf master’s red wolf! And both ends are there!”

Upon hearing that this was true, the leading noble turned around quickly, raised his hands and shouted towards the airship above:

“Don’t fire! Don’t fire!”

In fact, even if he didn’t say anything, the airship troops above, who had already seen the situation in the distance through the extraordinary magnification mirror, would not dare to fire a shot.

Because after the captains and first officers of each airship saw Mozo riding on the back of a wolf with extraordinary magnification, they all looked up in astonishment at first, and then looked down with confirmation.

Finally, he suddenly raised his head in fear, and immediately ran into the cabin and pushed away the gunners who were aiming and adjusting their positions one by one:

“Can’t fire, can’t fire!”

Under the actions of the captain and first mates, not only the gunners moved away from the gun position, but even the cannon that was pushed out was pulled back by them and then closed the muzzle again.

The panic from above quickly spread to those below.

More and more mid-level and low-level officers heard the whole story from their superiors, and then they couldn’t help but tell the story to their subordinates.

When Mozo’s troops surrounded Mozo and came to the army. Almost all the ‘enemy troops’ knew about Mozo’s situation.

They did not raise their weapons high, but all put down their guns and sharp blades. They stood on tiptoe in the queue and looked at the young man riding on the back of the red wolf.

It was obviously a battlefield where a battle was imminent, but the soldiers showed no intention of fighting, and even their formations became unconsciously loose.

Opposite them, the team that surrounded Mozo with constant cheers had no intention of fighting.

Not only did they not have any hostility, they didn’t even maintain a formation, they just gathered around the young man.

It can be said that both sides are very unqualified as armies, but so what?

At this moment, no matter which side they are from, after seeing the young man riding on the back of the red wolf, they feel from the bottom of their hearts that this battle is impossible to fight!

The leading noble was riding on a war horse, watching the young man being surrounded by people moving forward, and kept swallowing to relieve the tension in his heart.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do at the moment. He was Gebu’s ‘confidant’, so he should immediately command the troops to kill Mozo, but he didn’t have the heart to kill the pure blood of the Lang family. At the same time, he knew that he was probably I can no longer command this army.

So he should surrender? But as a result, his self-esteem was a little unacceptable. And he is also worried that his family and his own interests will be seriously damaged.

But wait until the leading nobles come up with a reason.

I just heard a voice shouting from nowhere:

“Long live the Young Wolf Lord!”

The next moment, his battle front collapsed completely with this cheer. Countless soldiers cheered and rushed forward.

Even the captains of the airship in the sky grinned at the excited crowd below, and then hurriedly directed the gunners to push out the cannon.

But instead of shelling Mozo at this time, they used non-explosive illumination bombs as a salute.

Amid countless cheers, Mozo was once again carried on the shoulders by the soldiers.

Then he was carried all the way to the leading noble by these fanatical soldiers.

At this moment, the other party neither escaped nor cheered with the soldiers. The whole person looked extremely isolated and helpless.

Although Mozo, who was carried on the shoulders by the soldiers, was still a head shorter than the nobleman riding on the horse.

The condescension on the visual line not only did not bring any comfort to the nobleman, but instead made him lower his head in even more shame and fear.

Seeing such a nobleman, Mozo also asked the soldiers to put him down. Then he walked up to the other party with his hands behind his back:

“Are you the commander of this unit?”

The other party’s eyes became more and more evasive, and he stuttered and tremblingly replied:

“Yes..Yes, young. Big…man.”

Mozo nodded, then smiled and picked up an exquisite saber from the ground, raised it with both hands and handed it to the other party and said:

“Then please take your troops to Storm’s End with me!”

Looking at the saber handed to him by Mo Zuo, the nobleman was surprised to find that he had dropped the saber on the ground at some point.

But compared to the surprise brought by this episode, he was more surprised by Mozo’s words.

He quickly bowed humbly and took the saber, then raised the saber and shouted to the soldiers:

“Follow the real Young Wolf Master!”

The soldiers also took advantage of the situation and shouted:

“Follow the real Young Wolf Master!”

The atmosphere at the scene reached a climax again.

–

The two demigods on the other side, including Halls and Genus, arrived belatedly at this moment.

Standing on the hillside, they all felt great absurdity and astonishment at the reveling army below.

They were initially worried that the young master would be attacked by his own army in the north. That’s why I traveled all day and night to get here.

When they arrived at the place, they were shocked to hear that the young master effortlessly accepted every troop that came to attack him? ? ?

113 The Collapse of the Lion (4K)

After staring in surprise for a moment, the two demigods accepted this fact that seemed very absurd and unbelievable to normal people.

After heaving a sigh of relief, Halls Demigod smiled at the bald man Genus beside him and said:

“I’m afraid this will become a miracle in military history in the future, and it is a miracle that cannot be replicated!”

Young Wolf Lord accepts as many soldiers as the enemy sends. This is probably something that will never happen again in the whole world.

Genus also smiled and said:

“More than that, this will be a miracle that the whole world will be amazed by.”

“I estimate that people from the Wuxiang Courtyard will come here soon to find the Young Wolf Master, hoping to use the method of copying memories to preserve and witness everything at this moment!”

Halls nodded in agreement, but how did they know that the leader of Wuxiang Courtyard was their young master?

But compared to this, the fact that the young wolf master is actually the old wolf master must be even more surprising and incredible.

Of course, few people should be able to guess this day.

After a short conversation, the two demigods led the knights down the horse and joined the carnival crowd.

–

In Storm’s End, Gebu, who had barely finished his lunch, heard the new battle report in disbelief.

After hearing that the army he had sent surrendered to the enemy again, and that the loyal ministers he had carefully selected also turned against him, Gebu, who was still the Young Wolf Master, almost drew his breath away.

Leaning on his chair, Gebu covered his chest with difficulty, and muttered to himself in an incredible and extremely spiteful manner:

“Why, why on earth is this? I am the Young Wolf Lord, I am the Young Wolf Lord!”

As he spoke, he stood up suddenly and wanted to overturn the table in front of him to express his anger, but because the table was made of too solid materials, he could not turn it over in his rage.

This situation made him look more and more like a clown at this moment.

An incompetent and furious clown.

After trying hard several times, Gebu, whose face was reddened, could only let go of his hand and lower his head, not daring to look at the princes’ eyes. He pulled out the sword of the knight next to him and slashed hard at the prince. on the table.

After taking this step, he seemed to have found some confidence and calmness, raised his head, looked directly at the princes and said:

“Can anyone tell me why this is?!”

This sentence caused the princes below to fall silent for a while and stare at him with an indescribable but extremely panicked look.

Such a scene made the old fox sigh.

This chess piece is really useless except for its bloodline, and now even his bloodline seems to be useless.

But fortunately, he is really a member of the Lang family, and these princes have also sworn allegiance to him. Otherwise, the old fox would have been worried that these princes would immediately rebel and arrest him.

At the same time, the old fox was constantly thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

After the second unit also rebelled, the old fox almost knew the outcome.

But even if he was asked to admit defeat like this, he was a little unwilling to do so. So when Gebu sent him a look for help, he once again connected with Gebu:

“Dear Young Wolf Lord, please don’t panic. You are the foundation of the North. If you panic, the foundation of the North will be shaken.”

“That’s just a clown trying to impress people. You are a descendant of the Wolf family with pure blood. When you two confront each other, the balance of victory will naturally tilt towards you.”