Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Zhang Fei led the Xiliang cavalry in an unstoppable rampage through the Qing army.

The eighteen-foot spear swept across, and the dense black evil energy turned into a storm, engulfing the surrounding Qing soldiers and tearing them to pieces.

Whether ordinary soldiers or junior officers, no one dared to face Zhang Fei's imposing presence.

All the soldiers who got close to Zhang Fei were consumed by fear, and some of the more psychologically fragile ones were even scared to death.

"These Qing soldiers are indeed soldiers of the Qing court, but they can no longer be called imperial soldiers. Their fighting spirit is really too poor!"

"Is this what it's like without the support of the imperial will?"

Cheng Yu stroked his chin. They knew what the imperial will was, but not why it was so.

We can only deduce some rules from the performance and then make use of them.

The performance of the Qing soldiers and their past experiences allowed them to roughly deduce the imperial will.

The most important of these is the constant support of the imperial will.

The imperial will itself is the sublimation and embodiment of the collective essence of all the people of the empire, and it is only natural that it is attached to each and every one of them.

Soldiers in an army that bears the attributes of war will bear more, and these enhancements will subtly improve their willpower, making the imperial army determined and mentally resolute, and not easily swayed.

The significance of imperial will was fully revealed at this moment.

Without the support of the imperial will, the Qing army would have been no match for Zhang Fei.

Even though their quality was no less than that of the Imperial Army, their backbone had been completely broken, making it impossible for them to gain a foothold on the Imperial battlefield.

Before those small kingdoms, they were an army on the scale of an empire.

But in the face of Xinghan, they had long since been reduced from great enemies of the Xinghan Empire to mere roadside fodder.

Zhang Fei, leading the Xiliang cavalry, seemed poised to directly breach the entire Qing army camp.

The second line of defense was quickly breached as well. Led by Zhang Fei, the Xiliang cavalry moved like bulldozers, clearing away all obstacles in their path.

Seeing that the Qing army, which was being used as cannon fodder, was about to be defeated in one fell swoop, the main force deep in the camp finally couldn't sit still any longer.

They hadn't expected the Qing army to be so incompetent. Their fear prevented them from unleashing their full potential, turning them from elite troops into cannon fodder.

During previous training, most of the soldiers were even able to fight on par with their elite troops, and they looked quite respectable.

But now they have encountered a real enemy, and tens of thousands of people are about to be swept away by Zhang Fei and his Xiliang cavalry.

They were terrified of the Xinghan Empire from the bottom of their hearts, terrified of this vast empire that had single-handedly brought down the entire Qing Dynasty.

So much so that they lost their will to fight just by hearing Zhang Fei's roar, and the fear born from the aura of fear lingered in their hearts.

What a tragic thing.

It's absolutely infuriating.

But at this point, they had no way to deal with these cannon fodder, so they had to step forward to salvage the situation.

If so many Qing soldiers were to collapse, they would suffer heavy losses when the defeated Qing army overwhelmed them.

"Don't be so arrogant, you black barbarian! I'll teach you a lesson!"

A roar erupted from the camp, and a burly man as tall as an iron tower charged out.

A large number of soldiers exuding an aura of iron will followed behind the burly man, radiating an aura that was out of place with the surrounding Qing troops.

"Wow, these people are really cautious!" Xi Zhicai scrutinized them for a long time but still couldn't discern their identities from the transmitted light and shadow.

They wore armor of the same style as the Qing army, and their faces were almost identical to those of the Qing soldiers, except that their faces were filled with intense fighting spirit.

A single glance is enough to distinguish them from the Qing soldiers.

It's absolutely the difference between elites and cannon fodder.

"Order Ma Chao, Lu Junyi, and Cao Ang to attack, while Sun Ce, Lu Zhishen, and Hou Tu's army advances to protect the cavalry's rear!"

"The Crimson Blood Guards and Yellow Turban Guards released illusionary warriors to charge the enemy's lines amidst the chaos following the cavalry charge!"

Guan Yu glanced at him and estimated that the opponent was not weak. Zhang Fei's fear was effective against the weak, but not against the strong.

The Xiliang cavalry are better at defense than offense, and will most likely be intercepted by the enemy.

If we are trapped in the enemy lines and surrounded, something terrible is likely to happen.

Therefore, Guan Yu did not hesitate to send more troops to rescue Zhang Fei, while increasing the contact area and forcing the other side to invest more energy and manpower to deal with him.

"State your name! No nameless bastards will die under the eighteen-foot spear!"

Zhang Fei looked at the burly man who had blocked his eighteen-foot spear and asked solemnly.

"I am Wanyan Aguda!" the burly man roared, announcing his name.

Zhang Fei relayed the name directly to the rear, but no one recognized the name, so the message was passed back to the rear.

While Jia Xu, who was busy pushing forward the rules of the gambling match in the rear, received the news, he immediately found information about Wanyan Aguda in his mind.

"Wanyan Aguda...the founding emperor of the Jin Dynasty?"

"According to Qing Dynasty records, they can be considered ancestors of the Manchu people..."

"Could it be that it also crawled out of the underworld?"

Jia Xu immediately realized that there was a mysterious and complicated story behind this.

Wanyan Aguda was active during the Song Dynasty, and the closest dynasty to the Song was the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, which was indeed the closest to the Song Dynasty.

All clues pointed to the Mongol Yuan dynasty, but Jia Xu sensed something was amiss.

After all, this clue came too easily.

If the Mongol Yuan dynasty was truly supporting them from behind, perhaps they shouldn't have been so high-profile.

"Interesting, Wanyan Aguda..."

Jia Xu passed on the information he knew to Guan Yu, and then took the newly acquired intelligence to the officials in charge of the Ming and Mongol Yuan dynasties respectively.

However, it is unclear whether the two were genuinely unaware or if their disguise was so flawless that they even fooled Jia Xu, managing not to reveal any flaws.

Jia Xu even activated his mental talent, but still couldn't detect anything unusual.

This only made Jia Xu more suspicious of the conspiracy brewing behind it.

But no matter what the rear plans, the war at the front continues unabated.

Zhang Fei and Wanyan Aguda were locked in a fierce battle at the front lines, their eighteen-foot spears and wolf-tooth spears clashing repeatedly in mid-air, producing sounds of metal and stone shattering.

Zhang Fei fought with increasing ferocity, while Wanyan Aguda grew more and more terrified.

He couldn't understand why Zhang Fei was so strong. He used to think that his descendants were too useless, but after he actually faced Zhang Fei, he realized how terrifying Zhang Fei was.

Zhang Fei stood there, and when you looked at him, it felt like a rod was stuck in front of your eyes. Just looking at him made you feel uncomfortable all over, and you wanted to run away as fast as you could. You felt incredibly scared.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Fei laughed heartily. He had finally met a worthy opponent, and his fighting spirit was surging. He even felt that his long-standing bottleneck was beginning to loosen.

Wanyan Aguda faced Zhang Fei's increasingly heavy spear with a dark expression. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before Zhang Fei defeated him.

That's impossible. He's already one of the top experts in the world. Even if someone is stronger than him, there's absolutely no way there would be such a huge disparity in strength under the clouds.

"No, that's not right. It's not that he's getting stronger, it's that I'm getting weaker!"

The next moment, Wanyan Aguda suddenly realized something and used his divine will to look inside his body, discovering that his mind was shrouded in an indelible shadow.

Under this shadow, he couldn't fully unleash his strength, which is why he was suppressed by Zhang Fei.

"Unforgivable!" Wanyan Aguda's rage erupted, his monarchical talent fully unleashed, and a burst of purplish-black light shone forth.

The shadows on Wanyan Aguda's body were instantly dispelled by the purplish-black light. He casually slashed his palm, leaving a bloody mark on his face, and his entire aura underwent a dramatic change.

Seeing such an exaggerated scene, Zhang Fei's face became more solemn.

No matter who they are or how they overcome fear, they are all admirable.

"This is more interesting!" Zhang Fei licked his lips, and the black mist around him became even thicker, with a continuous stream of fear gathering on him from all directions.

Wanyan Aguda's judgment was largely correct, with only one minor error.

That is, while he was getting weaker, Zhang Fei was not standing still, but steadily getting stronger.

Even more critically, the moment Wanyan Aguda raised his head, he discovered that the balance of power on the battlefield was tilting completely towards Xinghan.

He was also a commander of a large army, but he was forced to appear by Zhang Fei.

In Wanyan Aguda's judgment, probably none of the officers and soldiers in the camp could match Zhang Fei.

It wasn't that they couldn't break through the boundary, but rather that their divine will couldn't guarantee stability in front of Zhang Fei.

After actually fighting, even Wanyan Aguda himself was greatly affected. If it were anyone else, they would most likely have been killed by Zhang Fei at this point.

Under Guan Yu's command, the various legions advanced in turn, making the battle lines appear extremely long, but overall, they were still centered around Guan Yu's main force, forming a unified whole.

A blue glow enveloped the army, and from high above, it looked like a winding blue dragon, its head held high, exuding a majestic aura that suppressed the Qing army.

Wanyan Aguda's face turned pale. Before the war, he boasted that he had an army of 100,000 and could contend with any powerful enemy.

However, when they encountered the brothers Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, they were completely overwhelmed and offered almost no resistance.

He's no match for him in one-on-one combat, nor is he a match for him in command and coordination; in fact, he's now deeply entrenched in one-on-one duels and can't extricate himself from them.

If he retreats in front of Zhang Fei, their entire army might completely collapse.

Whether it was because Zhang Fei's legion talent was too powerful or not, Wanyan Aguda felt a vague sense of fear of defeat.

Scenes of failure kept flashing through my mind.

"Kill!" Guan Yu coldly waved his command flag, and arrows rained down like locusts. The elite troops of Danyang unleashed tens of thousands of arrows in a frenzy.

The key points of the frontal battle line were directly destroyed, and the entire defensive line was torn apart by the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

The Qing army's seemingly solid defenses have been torn to shreds by the various legions of Xinghan.

"Hurry up and make your move! If they fall, you won't be able to hold out in the front either!" Wanyan Aguda shouted loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, several legions rushed out from the depths of the camp.

Each legion carried an aura similar to that of Wanyan Aguda's main force—an aura emanating from the empire.

It's an arrogance and superiority that emanates from the very core of one's being.

"Pass on my order: Xiang Shaoyu's troops are to launch a full-scale attack!"

Guan Yu glanced at the overall situation, too lazy to get entangled with the other side, and directly ordered Xiang Shaoyu to lead his troops to attack the weakest point of the camp.

Today he's going to lift the lid and see what's hidden inside.

With nearly 20,000 soldiers with three talents, plus almost 80,000 soldiers with two talents and the Imperial Guard, this is no small force.

What it is protecting must be extraordinary.

Since they don't want them to see, then they'll force it open and see what they're up to.
"Follow me to break the formation!"

With a loud shout, Xiang Shaoyu led his elite troops in a charge toward the spot marked by Guan Yu.

The mark of Guan Yu's divine will was quite conspicuous in the eyes of experts like them, and they could also sense Guan Yu's commands from it.

Even without the support of a legion like the Fifth Skylark, Guan Yu's command and dispatch speed was almost on par with that of a military genius.

After all, compared to other military geniuses, Guan Yu was far too strong.

This is both an advantage and a weakness; overly strong individual abilities can lead to a skewed judgment of the situation.

The more confident a general is in himself, the more likely he is to make mistakes in judgment because of his own strength.

Han Xin also had a story of fighting with his back to the river, but Han Xin chose to fight with his back to the river only to defeat his opponent more quickly, rather than being truly driven to a dead end by the enemy.

"Do you need my help?" Sima Yi, who had been keeping a low profile all along, suddenly spoke up.

As a prince, he came with the army this time.

However, he kept a low profile, rarely spoke, and never showed his face in the military camp. He usually just observed the training missions of the powerful troops under Guan Yu and other generals, intending to bring these things back to the Great Jin Dynasty.

"Not needed for now!" Guan Yu shook his head, rejecting Sima Yi's suggestion.

Guan Yu was a proud man. If he was confident that he could control the situation, he would never rely on others.

Wanyan Aguda and his men fought desperately against Xinghan's offensive, but they were forced to retreat one after another.

Their momentum had been completely overwhelmed by Guan Yu, so even if they rushed out to make amends, they had already lost the most likely opportunity to resist the army.

"The central army is advancing; I want to see just what kind of monsters and demons they are!"

Guan Yu gave the order in a low voice, and the entire central army marched forward.

The army's momentum was now even stronger, and the power that the central army had accumulated while waiting for orders was almost entirely projected onto the front.

Even the strong and robust Xiliang Iron Cavalry soldiers immediately felt a heavy burden. This was the enhancement brought by the army's projection, which even exceeded their own limits.

However, the Xiliang cavalry withstood this boost and immediately picked up their broadswords to slash at the enemy.

He unleashed his full power, and the soldiers who couldn't parry were instantly cleaved in two by the sharp blade. (End of Chapter)