Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Watching Zhong Yu's departing figure, especially seeing Ju Li's barely suppressed excitement, Li Shundao shook his head.

Seeing them reminded me of my own past, when I was just as ignorant, but I wasn't as fearless as they were.

If sheer numbers could win a war, the demon race wouldn't have suffered repeated defeats in the war between humans and demons.

He sat comfortably on the futon, slowly closing his eyes, wanting to see what tricks Zhong Yu would pull. No matter how cunning a fox is, it will always show its tail eventually.

"Marshal, when shall we begin?" Juli followed behind Zhong Yu, his eyes already filled with excitement. He himself felt that the greatsword on his body was getting restless.

Zheng Yulin Hua couldn't help but look at Zhong Yu at this moment. After all, this was something that could cost them their heads, and it would have endless consequences. They had to be extremely careful.

Zhong Yu looked at the three people behind him, smiled slightly, and patted Juli on the shoulder: "Soon, you'll have your chance to vent your anger."

He had no doubt whatsoever about Juli's reckless question; he didn't think Juli had the brains to ask it.

Juli is a reckless, loyal, and righteous man. This is why he is so tolerant of Juli, after all, such a good fighter is rare in the prehistoric world.

However, Zhong Yu was still cautious and didn't give any specific details, only saying that he would make proper arrangements and that we should wait for further notice.

Zheng Yu and Lin Hua both lowered their heads and didn't say anything more. Ju Li, on the other hand, had a look of disappointment on his face and muttered something from time to time. Zhong Yu chuckled and didn't mind.

Lin Hua glanced at Ju Li with some envy, but he also knew that he could never gain Zhong Yu's trust like Ju Li did, after all, he wasn't stupid enough.

Zheng Yu slowly raised his head and glanced at Zhong Yu: "Marshal, what about the Ninth Army Corps Commander..."

After thinking for a moment, Zhong Yu said slowly, "Transfer him to Canyon No. 3."

Zheng Yu's eyes lit up, and he nodded. Lin Hua hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhong Yu, and said tentatively, "Marshal, Canyon No. 3 is right next to the abyss. His legion alone certainly can't hold it off. Once the deep-sea demons are released, it will definitely attract the attention of the Heavenly Venerable. At that time, we..."

Zhong Yu raised his hand to stop him from continuing, his expression turning cold: "General Lin, I know Canyon No. 3 myself. What I do is none of your business."

With that, he turned and left. Juli watched Zhong Yu leave, scratched the back of his head with a puzzled look on his face, and slowly left as well.

Zheng Yu watched the two leave, then gave Lin Hua a cold look and said, "I know you and Yuwen Lei have a good personal relationship, but don't drag us into this."

You know the Marshal's personality; he really dislikes people who disobey orders.

Lin Hua watched Zheng Yu's retreating figure, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He was now beginning to understand Shi Mo's feelings.

However, he was already on a sinking ship and there was no way to get off. Thinking of his good friend Yuwen Lei, Lin Hua hesitated for a moment, but still went back to his room.

As for Yuwen Lei, he could only hope that he would have better luck and hold on for a while longer.

However, thinking of Canyon No. 3, Lin Hua shook his head, feeling somewhat pessimistic. Although the garrison in the North Sea was supposed to be defending against the North Sea demons, these demons were actually divided into several factions.

The largest demon force is the demon race under the command of the Kunpeng Ancestor. They spend most of their time in the depths of the North Sea and rarely appear in the outer sea.

The Beihai garrison mainly monitors them. As long as they don't leave the deep sea, there's no need to interfere. The principle of "minding one's own business" applies.

The second force is the North Sea Dragon Clan. Before the East Sea Battle, half of the North Sea garrison's efforts were devoted to defending against them. After the Dragon Clan's defeat and surrender in the East Sea Battle, the North Sea Dragon Clan withdrew directly from the inner sea and stopped opposing the human race.

The remaining groups are various ethnic groups in the North Sea, some large and some small, with complex and intertwined forces behind them. However, they do not have the courage to confront the North Sea garrison.

Finally, there is the Abyss Demon Clan, which is currently the primary defensive target of the North Sea garrison.

The Abyss Demon Clan is mostly composed of powerful, independent demon cultivators from the North Sea who command lower-level demons. Their greatest backer is the Demon Court of Beiju Luzhou.

Since the start of the war between humans and demons, the abyssal demons have been attacking every few days, and the Grand Canyon is the only passage to the inner sea.

The Abyss Demons can only obtain the human race through the Grand Canyon. There are three canyons leading to the Inner Sea, which the North Sea garrison has designated as Canyon No. 1, Canyon No. 2, and Canyon No. 3.

Canyon No. 3 faces the exit of the abyss, and the abyss demons usually choose Canyon No. 3 for their attacks.

Therefore, in Canyon No. 3, the North Sea garrison usually has two or even three legions stationed there year-round, while Canyon No. 1 and Canyon No. 2 only require one legion each.

But now Zhong Yu has left Yuwen Lei's Ninth Legion to defend the area alone. How could they possibly hold out? It's obvious he wants the Ninth Legion to be sent to their deaths.

Lin Hua knew this was the case, but there was nothing he could do, since he was now barely able to protect himself.

If the assassination attempt on Li Shundao fails, he will face accountability and pursuit from the Heavenly Court, the most powerful force in the Three Realms. Whether he can survive is another matter. As for Yuwen Lei... he can only wish to but not do anything about it. After all, it's better to die for a friend than for oneself.

……

“General Shi Mo, Zuo Siming requests your presence,” Zhou Zhi said to Shi Mo in a respectful yet assertive manner.

"Does Zuo Siming have any urgent business? I still have training to attend to. Before the Marshal left, he repeatedly told me that the daily training volume must not be reduced in the slightest."

"Why don't you go first, and I'll go later?" Shi Mo looked at Zhou Zhi and the other two, sensing that the situation was not good, and tried to decline.

Zhou Zhi's face immediately turned cold. He and another Vice Commander stood on either side of Shi Mo and said coldly, "General Shi Mo, I advise you to go there yourself. Don't make things difficult for us brothers."

Shi Mo's heart sank. Looking at the two who had already activated their magic, his expression changed, but he finally nodded: "Alright, I'll make the arrangements and then I'll go with you."

"The army won't cause any trouble if we stay put. General, why don't you come with us to see Zuo Siming first?"

"Then... let's go!"

Seeing that Shi Mo agreed, Zhou Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to be careless. He and another Vice Commander followed closely by his side as they walked towards the main hall.

Wang Chong stood in the center of the hall, watching the generals inside occasionally turn their heads and exchange glances, but he did not stop them, calmly looking out of the hall.

When he saw Shi Mo being overpowered by Zhou Zhi and the other man, he felt relieved but also anxious, knowing that this tough battle had only just begun.

Seeing that all the generals were present, Shi Mo seemed to gain some confidence and asked Wang Chong in a gruff voice, "Left Commander, I wonder why you are in such a hurry to summon us? We have military orders to carry out, unlike you civil officials who are so leisurely."

The other generals, upon hearing Shi Mo's words, began to whisper among themselves, glancing at Wang Chong and Shi Mo from time to time.

Wang Chong didn't mind Shi Mo's provocation. He sneered inwardly and gave Zhou Zhi and the other man a wink.

Zhou Zhi nodded, turned around and slowly closed the door, then stood directly behind it.

"Wang Chong, what do you mean?" Shi Mo asked, drawing his longsword as soon as Zhou Zhi closed the door.

The other generals also stood up, cautiously on guard.

Wang Chong smiled slightly: "Please don't be nervous, everyone. It's just that the Commander gave some confidential instructions before he left, and it's safer to talk about it behind closed doors."

Upon hearing this, the generals were slightly less tense, but they still stood still and stared intently at Wang Chong.