Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1300: Xuanniao Legion
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The Shero Mountains are like a winding dragon, and its lower reaches are located in the territory of the Barak Kingdom.

Within its territory are the three counties of Danya, Fenghuang and Jiuhua, which are like three shining pearls inlaid on the jade belt of this continent.

At this moment, the camera focuses on Phoenix Mountain in Phoenix County and the famous Phoenix Terrace.

It is not only a viewing platform standing proudly on the mountainside, but also a strategic pass that was once impregnable.

Looking back to the past, there was a constant flow of merchants and travelers here, and the soldiers guarded the place strictly, making it a prosperous scene.

However, fate tricked people.

During the last catastrophe, a sudden soul beast frenzy came like a violent storm, and the ferocious group of soul beasts flooded the pass like a black tide.

When the smoke cleared and the prosperity was gone, only broken walls remained, silently telling of the past glory and present vicissitudes in the wind and sand of time, and Phoenix Terrace became a ruin.

Where the iron plaque with the inscription "One Man Guarding the Pass" once hung, only half of a rusty copper nail remains.

Today, a group of tall and straight figures stand like steel on the ruins of the pass.

They are not ordinary people, but brave and skilled soldiers of the Barak Kingdom.

The leader was wearing a flame-like red armor. Under the moonlight, the armor shone with dazzling light, like a burning flame of war or flowing blood.

His face was as if chiseled by a knife, and the firm lines outlined the vicissitudes and tenacity of time. His eyes were deep and bright under his thick eyebrows, revealing the courage and determination of having experienced battlefields. He looked to be in his fifties, but in fact he was in his sixties, but he had the calmness and majesty that young people could hardly achieve.

He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the mottled ruins beside him, his rough fingers sliding across the cold and weathered stone walls.

The knife-like wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and his fingertips ran across the mottled arrow marks on the weathered rock wall - that was clearly the mark left by the unique three-edged armor-piercing arrows of the Xuanniao Guards sixty years ago.

At this moment, a half-broken black iron flagpole was inserted diagonally on the broken wall, and the rusty "Xuan" battle flag was fluttering in the north wind.

After a long while, he whispered softly. Although his voice was low, it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart: "Sixty years... 100,000 soldiers of the Black Bird Guard..., we are finally back."

The Xuanniao Legion is one of the most elite legions of the "First Kingdom on the Continent" - the Kingdom of Barak.

A commander-level general next to him, Lie Feng, clasped his fists and said, "Marshal Chang Yuan, the current situation is not good for us."

Everyone looked forward in the direction he was looking, and the scene before them was horrifying.

It was only a few miles away, but it felt like hell on earth.

On the vast land, smoke filled the air, shouts of killing were deafening, swords flashed, and blood dyed every inch of the land red;
The winding river was surging with waves. It was no longer clear water, but had been dyed dark red by the interweaving of blood and soul power. Broken weapons and broken limbs were floating on it.

In mid-air, soul power surged, brilliant and deadly skill lights flashed like meteors, and the roars of soul beasts and humans intertwined.

The diffuse smoke was like a thick curtain, obscuring the entire battlefield, but it could not hide the brutal fighting.

The soldiers of the Barak Kingdom looked at the scene in front of them with solemn expressions. Their hands gripping their weapons unconsciously tightened a little bit, and their knuckles turned white from the force.

The leading soldier wearing scarlet armor was none other than Xia Changyuan, the commander-in-chief of the Xuanniao Army and the marshal of the Barak Kingdom!
His eyes were sharp as torches as he scanned the battlefield situation, quickly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

There were many kinds of soul beasts, including giant rock rhinos that were as big as mountains and had rough skin and flesh. They were like moving fortresses, charging around. Wherever they went, the soldiers' defenses collapsed instantly.

There were silver-clawed wolves with sturdy bodies and lightning speed. They shuttled among the crowd, their claws flashing with cold light, and every attack brought a splash of blood;
There were also soul beasts that could control elemental forces, spewing blazing fire, sharp wind blades, or violent lightning from their mouths, turning the battlefield into a living hell. Although the soldiers on our side were well-trained, they gradually became unable to resist the soul beasts' tidal attack.

There were gaps in the defense line in many places, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Xia Changyuan knew very well that if he continued to defend passively like this, he would surely be defeated.

He suddenly drew out the marshal's sword, which flashed with dazzling light, like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness.

He shouted the order: "Liefeng, you lead the archers to form a high formation, fire arrows to suppress and disrupt their formation; Yuchi Gang, you shield soldiers fill in the gaps and form a formation to defend; Bing Ruibo, the heavy armored cavalry stand by on the flanks, and when the soul beasts are slightly disordered, attack from the flanks!"

The order spread quickly among the army like thunder.

The archers moved quickly, climbing up to the remaining heights of Phoenix Terrace like nimble monkeys.

They held strong bows with flaming arrows on them, and their eyes were fixed on the group of soul beasts below.

With General Liefeng taking the lead with the Scarlet Flame Bow in hand, thousands of arrows were fired. The rockets streaked across the sky like meteors and fell into the herd of soul beasts with blazing flames.

In an instant, a sea of ​​fire broke out among the soul beasts, thick smoke billowed, the soul beasts screamed one after another, and the formation was instantly in chaos.

The burly Yuchi Gang, holding the Red Scale Shield Martial Spirit, and the shield soldiers were like solid rocks, quickly filling the gaps in the defense line.

They stood back to back, linking their huge shields tightly together to form an indestructible barrier.

The attacks of the soul beasts came like a rainstorm, hitting the shields with dull sounds, but the shield soldiers gritted their teeth and stood still.

The heavily armored cavalry could no longer suppress their desire to fight. They sat astride tall war horses, wearing heavy armor, shining red cloaks, and holding sharp spears, like a group of steel beasts.

When the soul beasts' formation was disrupted by the rockets, they rushed out from the flank like arrows.

The sound of the red-scaled horse's hooves was like rolling spring thunder, shaking the earth.

They pointed their spears forward, piercing the soul beasts' vital points. Wherever they went, the soul beasts fell to the ground.

Under the impact of the cavalry, the defense line of the soul beast group began to waver.

Bing Ruibo led the way and rushed into the group of soul beasts like a flash of red lightning.

He swung the flaming spear in his hand, and wherever it passed, the blood and flesh of soul beasts flew everywhere.

Seeing Bing Ruibo so brave, the soldiers' morale was boosted and they shouted and rushed towards the group of soul beasts.

However, the soul beasts are numerous after all, and there are many powerful ones.

A gigantic red-flame demon tiger leaped out from the group of soul beasts, its entire body burning with flames. Every step it took left a charred mark on the ground.

Holy King level!
It let out a long howl towards the sky, shaking the whole area, and then pounced towards General Bing Ruibo.

The demonic tiger roared, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out a stream of blazing flames with a diameter of tens of meters, like a rainbow piercing the sun, enveloping Bing Ruibo.

At this moment, even Bing Ruibo, a high-level Soul Saint, is facing a life-and-death crisis.

(End of this chapter)