"Fan'er, what shall we do next?"

Jian Zhantian greeted him and asked. He was now throwing the ground at the five bodies that Chen Fan admired. He had anticipated everything before the start of the war, and he had a magical strategy to turn corruption into a miracle.

This one person can be worth a million masters!

Chen Fan looked at the corpses around him and sighed, "Collect the corpses of the same robe, let's withdraw."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Qing said with some doubts: "If we pursue victory at this time, can we completely annihilate Wu Xiu's army?"

In the previous battle, the rebels strictly followed Chen Fan's instructions and did not attack Wu Xiu's soldiers.

The result of this is that now the enemy troops are scattered among the corpses on the battlefield, all of them brought by Gong Dahai from behind.

All the hundreds of thousands have been left behind!

Although not all of Wu Xiu's soldiers were dead, it was almost negligible compared to the number of 100,000.

At this moment, the rebel army suffered more than 50,000 casualties, and 150,000 cultivators directly lost their lives in a battle.

It is already a monstrous victory if the resistance can do this.

In this way, Meng Qing gave birth to aggressive ideas.

Chen Fan had already anticipated this and replied indifferently: "If we pursue the pursuit, we may be 30% sure to wipe out Wu Xiu's 300,000 troops, but Patriarch Meng, how many people will we have left?"

"What are we going to compete with Gong Dahai's remaining 600,000 troops?"

Every time Chen Fan said a word, Meng Qing's face turned pale, which he had never thought of.

But who knows that even so, Chen Fan has not finished.

"And this is just thinking on the bright side. If we continue to chase at this moment, Wu Xiu's soldiers know that they are unavoidable, and they are unavoidable. Patriarch Meng must know that the soldiers will win the four characters!"

"After all, we won this way before."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, Meng Qing took a deep breath and bowed to Chen Fan.

"Thank you Chen Xiaoyou for reminding me, otherwise my Meng Qing will almost make a big mistake!"

It can be seen that Meng Qing is really scared. After all, a wrong decision caused the resistance to lose all the games, and no one can bear the charge.

Thanks to Chen Fan for awakening Meng Qing, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Jian Zhantian on the side saw that everything was open, and immediately rounded up a few sentences, bringing the topic to the right track.

"Then what shall we do next?"

Chen Fan's gaze shifted, and he thought for a moment and said, "Next time, separation!"

"How to implement it?" Jian Zhantian showed an interesting look on his face. He knew that this war was designed by Chen Fan himself for his divorce plan.

In other words, the subsequent strategy is definitely more exciting than this war.

"Let's go back first, we still need to talk about the following things in detail."

Chen Fan didn't want to stay here any longer, and turned around to leave. At the same time, a person who was responsible for collecting the corpse of a fellow who died in the battle responded.

"Tell the two Patriarchs, what should we do with the corpses of the enemy monks?"

The cultivator proposed to Jian Zhantian and Meng Qing, but they couldn't help looking at Chen Fan.

Just listen to Chen Fan's faint voice: "I know, you think that seeing these corpses thrown here will affect Wu Xiu's mind. After all, they chose to leave their colleagues behind."

"But we can't do this."

Chen Fanyu said earnestly: "After the war, there will be a major epidemic. If this group of corpses is allowed to rot in this place, this place will be a million li in the next few hundred years, I am afraid it will become a barren land."

"Dongwaizhou is already riddled with holes. We must not thirsty and fish, otherwise it will always be ourselves who will suffer retribution."

After speaking the last words, Chen Fan waved his hand and sighed: "It's all burned, I hope they will not be monks in the next life."