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Chapter 1464 Clearing the Redundant Battlefield of Luzhou

Meanwhile, a commotion arose on Jiang Xiaobai's side of the allied forces. Seeing that Zhu Jiuyin had not returned for a long time, Jiang Xiaobai assumed that Zhu Jiuyin had been detained by Zhu Yuanzhang and immediately planned to take the opportunity to lead the allied forces to forcibly cross the river.

As a result, they were met with a barrage of fire from Tang He's archers, resulting in numerous casualties among their soldiers, forcing them to retreat in disarray.

Then they saw Zhu Jiuyin riding his steed, Ta Guang, back into the allied forces. When Jiang Xiaobai saw him return unharmed, he seemed to have guessed something, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"Our lord has agreed to let you go and allow you to return to Da Xuan."

Zhu Jiuyin glanced at Dijiang next to Jiang Xiaobai and sighed.

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned for a moment. Although he knew he couldn't keep the talented Zhu Jiuyin, it was still a pity that Zhu Yuanzhang had poached him right in front of him.

But now, the allied forces of Wuzhou had no choice but to accept this reality. Zhu Jiuyin personally escorted the allied forces to the ferry. Tang He, following Zhu Yuanzhang's orders, had the soldiers put down their bows and crossbows and bring the ferry across.

"Mr. Candle"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Zhu Jiuyin with a complicated expression, wanting to say something, but in the end he just sighed, turned around and boarded the ferry.

Meanwhile, at the border between Qianzhou and Luzhou, a group of Yellow Turban soldiers wearing yellow turbans and blue armor were fighting against a group of Imperial Guards soldiers wearing white armor.

Several months have passed since Su Ye personally came to the place where the Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou clashed with his Qianzhou Imperial Guard.

The two sides were clearly divided: on the Luzhou side, there were tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers with yellow turbans on their heads, half of whom wore blue armor—these were Meng Zhang's core Azure Dragon Legion, while the rest were ragged soldiers carrying crude weapons.

On the Qianzhou side, the Imperial Guards were all dressed in white armor, their silver armor gleaming in the sun. Their ranks were orderly, with standard ring-pommel swords hanging at their waists and powerful crossbows slung on their backs. They were clearly elite troops who had been resting and recuperating. However, there were also some old Qianzhou soldiers with incomplete armor mixed in with the troops, which corresponded to the "miscellaneous troops configuration" of the Yellow Turban Army.

On the battlefield at this moment, the shouts of battle were deafening, yet there was a strange tacit understanding between them. Dozens of cloud ladders were being pushed towards the camp of the Imperial Guards in front of the Yellow Turban Army. They seemed to be charging forward with great momentum, but the soldiers pushing the cloud ladders were unsteady on their feet, and no one was really charging forward.

On the Yulin Army's camp, crossbowmen lined up to fire arrows. The dense rain of arrows blotted out the sky and looked terrifying, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that these arrows either hit the open ground next to the ladders or grazed the hem of the Yellow Turban Army's clothes. Only one in ten actually struck people, and most of them were those routed soldiers who were not wearing blue armor.

"Put down the stones! Don't let the Yellow Turban rebels get up here!"

The captain of the Imperial Guard shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming.

"Brothers, charge! Take the camp and we'll have wine and meat!"

The Yellow Turban Army was equally formidable, with a leader of the Azure Dragon Legion, clad in blue armor, brandishing a large sword and roaring.

But he himself shrank back, only daring to command the fleeing soldiers to charge forward, while his own blue-armored soldiers followed slowly behind, occasionally raising their hands as if charging, but in reality, they didn't even draw their weapons.

This has been the norm for both sides for months – much ado about nothing, the scale of the battles more grand than a real life-or-death struggle, yet the casualty rate is astonishingly low. Moreover, those who die or are wounded are almost entirely deserters from other Yellow Turban armies recruited by Meng Zhang, or former Qian Army soldiers incorporated by Wei Qing. Both sides are once again clearing out their redundant forces on the battlefield. Even Li Cunxiao, the top Yellow Turban general of Luzhou and also the number one on the World's Heroic Ranking, was firmly held back by Zhuque's Vermilion Bird Burning Heaven Bow.

The two had been working together for months and had developed a tacit understanding. Every time they fought, the battle was fierce and intense, yet they couldn't even scratch each other's heads.

The clamor of the battlefield gradually reached the central command tent of the Imperial Guards. The guards outside the tent stood tall and straight, holding long halberds, watching their surroundings vigilantly. Inside the tent, however, there was complete silence, a stark contrast to the raging battle outside.

The central command tent is located in the very center of the military camp and is the command core of the entire Imperial Guard. There are three layers of guards outside the tent, and the inside is covered with thick woolen felt, so that you can walk on it without making a sound.

Su Ye sat upright on the main seat of the Hu bed, dressed in a black brocade robe, with the Chun Jun sword hanging at his waist. His expression was calm. On the table in front of him was a map of Luzhou and Qianzhou, with the formations of both sides drawn in cinnabar, and several chess pieces representing their respective elite troops.

Dongjun Feiyan sat to Su Ye's left, gently preparing tea for him. As she lifted the teapot, her wrist twisted slightly, and warm spring water flowed slowly into the teacup. The tea leaves were from Qianzhou.

She wore a dark blue long dress with a three-legged golden crow pattern embroidered on the hem. Her long hair was tied low and secured with a hairpin inlaid with a dark blue gemstone. The gemstone was engraved with obscure runes of the Yin-Yang School, making her look understated yet luxurious.

Fei Yan's gaze was focused, fixed on Su Ye the entire time, as if there were only the two of them in the tent. She was an early-stage Celestial Realm cultivator and the Eastern Lord of the Yin-Yang School, holding a prestigious position and a deep mind. To outsiders, she was a ruthless and vicious character, but in front of Su Ye, she was filled with tenderness and loyalty.

On the right side of the main tent, the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit sat motionless, dressed in a magnificent Taoist robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, wearing a purple-gold crown, and holding a dragon and tiger ruyi scepter. She exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

As the head of the five Holy Mothers of the Jie Sect and a leading figure among the female Daoists, her cultivation level, approaching the peak of the Celestial Realm, created an invisible pressure within the tent.

At this moment, the Golden Spirit Mother's gaze fell on Fei Yan, carrying a hint of obvious disdain.

In her view, the Yin-Yang School people have always been unorthodox and scheming. Fei Yan's excessive attentiveness to Su Ye was nothing more than an attempt to curry favor with Su Ye's power, which was truly beneath her dignity.

Especially when she saw Fei Yan adjust her posture and show a gentle smile in order to serve tea to Su Ye, Jin Ling Shengmu frowned slightly and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

Fei Yan naturally noticed Jin Ling Shengmu's gaze, but she didn't care at all. Moreover, she was too lazy to care what the Guan family thought of her. Even if Jin Ling Shengmu was just disdainful, or even if she mocked her to her face, she could tolerate it as long as it didn't affect Su Ye.

However, despite her forbearance, she couldn't help but feel contempt. In Fei Yan's eyes, Jinling Shengmu was a typical hypocrite. She was clearly sent by the Queen Mother of the West to assist Su Ye, but she put on an air of superiority, as if no one could catch her eye. It was ridiculously hypocritical.

The Yin-Yang School and the Taoist School have long been at odds, with their ideological differences deeply rooted. In addition, both Fei Yan and Jin Ling Shengmu are proud and arrogant, so it is natural that they cannot stand each other.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is obvious. Fei Yan is at the early stage of the Celestial Realm, while Jin Ling Shengmu is at the late stage of the Celestial Realm and close to the peak of the Celestial Realm. If a conflict were to break out, Fei Yan would not even have a chance to fight back.

So whenever the two met, Fei Yan tried her best not to provoke them, but Jin Ling Shengmu's disdain was always undisguised, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

(End of this chapter)