Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1062 - 1060: Crushing Defeat! The Army’s Morale Collapses!

No matter what the matter is, or the original intent, once personal thoughts and desires are mixed in, it changes.

Swish!

The gaze of a million troops shifted away from Lin Fan.

Turned to Mo Qian!

Those pairs of eyes were like sharp blades, keen and cold.

Piercing into Mo Qian's heart, making his body flinch.

Even though he was accustomed to big scenes, at this moment, he couldn't help but be startled inside.

Lin Fan's questioning voice.

Resonant and powerful!

"You, are you trying to sow discord?!"

Mo Qian's voice trembled involuntarily.

Whether from guilt or anger.

The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

"My brothers have followed me through life and death for many years, traversing the seas, fighting on the battlefield! How could you sow discord with just a few words?! I'd advise you to..."

"General Mo Qian, you misunderstood!"

Lin Fan shouted sternly, interrupting Mo Qian's weak arguments.

At this time, bringing up brotherhood was obviously intentional!

Mo Qian knew he was at a disadvantage and had no way out. He could only bring up brotherhood to cover up and pull back the hearts that were drifting away.

"I have no such intentions! As I said, the General should focus on capturing Wentian City, not on me! I guarantee I won't meddle in military affairs anymore!"

Lin Fan snorted, no longer paying attention to Mo Qian.

No matter how much he talked, it was just quibbling.

"If you want to kill me, I'm here any time! But I'm afraid you'll lose something."

Leaving these words, he walked away grandly under the eyes of the million troops!

No one dared to stop him!

Charming!

Detached!

An aura of dominance over the world!

Mo Qian stood there blankly watching Lin Fan's departing figure, saying nothing.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Soundless!

Everyone's heart seemed to have stopped beating!

No one had ever dared to defy General Mo Qian in public!

Lin Fan was the first.

The silent Mo Qian exasperated Mo Mo beside him.

He looked at Lin Fan, then at Mo Qian, so anxious that he forgot about his wounds and almost jumped up.

The slight tearing of the wound made him break into a cold sweat, so he had to lay back down obediently.

"Brother! What's up with you?! Stop him quickly, don't let him get away!"

Mo Mo pointed at Lin Fan's back, burning with impatience.

If they let Lin Fan go, wouldn't his own injuries be for nothing?!

However.

Mo Qian said nothing, his eyes changing from blank to clear.

"Brother! What's wrong with you?! Just let Lin Fan go? You can't just let him go! Have you forgotten..."

"Shut up!"

Mo Qian shouted angrily, like thunder piercing the ear.

Mo Mo was stunned, left speechless.

"First take Wentian City, other matters later."

Mo Qian took a deep breath, his eyes always fixed in the direction Lin Fan left.

Lin Fan's words echoed in his mind.

There's more between the lines!

What he could lose was not just life, but possibly status!

Terrifying!

Bone-chilling terrifying!

Ingrained fear!

He had witnessed the formidable reputation of the reputed Lin Fan.

Truly extraordinary!

On the entire Sumeru Continent, daring to challenge Mo Yunsheng, except for him and Dongmen Nu, there wasn't a third person.

If he had said one more word just now, if handled improperly.

The million-strong army might have been disheartened, causing an internal strife and a coup.

His position as commander might not be secure.

He knew, though he kept saying they were brothers through life and death.

But who doesn't like power?

How many were coveting his position, just waiting for the day he'd fall from grace to seize the opportunity!

Thinking of this.

Mo Qian realized that his back was already soaked with sweat, the chill was pervasive.

"Conceal the camp! Perform patrols to prevent surprise attacks!"

"Yes!"

Mo Mo was dumbfounded!

Unexpectedly, brother Mo Qian adopted Lin Fan's suggestion!

What... happened?

A night.

Nothing happened.

...

The second day. Before dawn.

The morning sun had not yet risen.

The horizon was a fish-belly white.

A million Xuan Clan troops were ready to go.

Just waiting for Mo Qian's order to launch an attack!

"Lin Fan, are you really not going to meddle in military affairs? Father agreed to your involvement."

Mo Ningxiang couldn't resist asking Lin Fan, who seemed indifferent to the imminent movement of the million troops.

"I already said yesterday, I won't meddle."

Lin Fan answered with a lazy stretch, as if he hadn't slept enough.

"And the Clan Leader didn't ask me to join, only to take you temporarily away from the Xuan Clan, ensuring your safety. As for helping to retake Wentian City, that's just an excuse."

Lin Fan spoke drowsily, then flopped onto the ground, yawning and closing his eyes.

"They've set out."

Diwu Yun'er, holding her sword, leaned against the tree trunk, looked into the distance, and spoke coldly.

The earth shook!

Magnificent momentum!

A million soldiers marched in perfect formation, mighty and proud, heading towards the forward post of Heavenly Falling Canyon.

Just hearing from afar would make one's heart skip, losing courage at the sound.

"What a mighty army! With such a stance, they will surely achieve a great victory," Mo Ningxiang exclaimed.

"Not necessarily," Lin Fan retorted.

"Not necessarily? Can't a million troops take a forward post?"

Lin Fan smiled slightly, not answering.

Instead, he winked at Diwu Yun'er.

Diwu Yun'er shrugged helplessly, "Alright, I'll go check it out."

Lin Fan smiled, "Thanks for the trouble!"

Mo Ningxiang blinked her curious eyes, looking at Lin Fan and then at Diwu Yun'er.

"Where are you going, Yun'er?"

"To check the battle, see if it's as I said."

"Could they really lose the battle..."

"Possible. But if they do lose, we'll have to retreat first to avoid the pursuers harming you." Lin Fan stretched lazily again. "So sleepy, I'll nap first, let me know when Yun'er returns."

Not long after.

Diwu Yun'er hurriedly returned.

"That fast?"

Lin Fan had already heard Diwu Yuner's footsteps, got up, and looked surprised.

"Back."

Diwu Yun'er said lightly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"A great defeat!"

Mo Ningxiang's pure face instantly turned ashen, gasping in disbelief at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan predicted it!

Could he possibly see the future?!

"They, they lost?" she stuttered perplexedly.

"Yes, they're retreating, soon they'll be here," Diwu Yun'er nodded.

"Alright, then let's get ready to retreat."

Lin Fan jumped up from the ground, patted the dust off, and reached to help Mo Ningxiang up.

They retreated ten miles ahead, waiting for the troops there.

As Lin Fan expected!

The million-strong army was already in disarray! Pursuers chased for ten miles before stopping!

The soldiers came scattering in threes and fours.

Each face looked despaired, sweaty.

When reaching Lin Fan, they couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing onto the ground, gasping heavily.

Mo Ningxiang watched Lin Fan in shock.

While Lin Fan looked expressionless at the army.

Mo Qian was also helped over, arrows in his body, blood dyeing his armor.

He glanced at Lin Fan.

Surprised and awkward.

Suddenly!

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of drawing swords, clear and resounding!

Turning around!

Several soldiers surrounded Mo Qian, pointing blades at him!

Lin Fan's premonition, precisely accurate!