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Chapter 996 Gu Changqing - died!
"Don't worry about the shadow! Attack his real body!"

Xuanwu's expression suddenly changed, but he heard Su Ye shouting in a low voice.

The Styx Patriarch laughed strangely: "Mr. Su is very knowledgeable!"

Before he finished speaking, his real body suddenly turned into blood mist and dissipated, appearing behind Xuanwu.

The Abi Sword stabbed towards the side of Xuanwu's neck like a poisonous snake, but it changed direction strangely when it touched the armor. The muscles under Xuanwu's heavy armor suddenly tensed up, and he used his backhanded mace to smash the Blood God Son into pieces, but he also deliberately left a flaw.

At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, after being blocked for a moment by Suzaku, Kong Xuan, who had reacted, approached Li Cunxiao again.

Li Cunxiao's eyes widened as his whole body suddenly surged with internal energy. The remaining chain of Bi Yanlao turned into a blood python that entangled Kong Xuan's sword. King Yu's spear was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea. The ten-foot-long internal energy directly cut the commander's flagpole in half!

Not far from the two of them, behind the stage, Gu Changqing, who looked like a lamb to be slaughtered, glanced at Kong Xuan who was barely holding on, and the high slope behind him that was already being shrouded in a blood mist. He suddenly realized something and a complicated look appeared on his face.

As a veteran minister who had defended the Daqian Dynasty for decades, how could Gu Changqing not recognize the iconic figure of the Minghe Patriarch? When thinking about the shocking bad news in the Daqian Palace not long ago, the old master finally realized that something was wrong.

But it's too late!
The old master sighed inwardly.

Even though he had tried his best, he was still unable to save Daqian from its decline.

"Master!"

Tan Mengjun rushed forward, covered in blood, his black tortoise shield had been broken into seven pieces, and behind him followed a hundred remaining soldiers, all of them injured.

"Don't mind me, old man!"

Gu Changqing drew his golden sword, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He looked at the left wing that had begun to retreat, and suddenly pulled out the black iron token under the commander's desk.

"Order the Wuxiong Guards to listen! Form the Tiangang Beidou formation and break out from the life gate! Evacuate the battlefield!"

Shortly after the order was issued, the remaining soldiers of the Wuxiong Guard in the front slowly began to change their formation. More than 10,000 elite soldiers were divided into units of seven, forming more than 2,000 small formations, and each small formation was arranged according to the direction of the Big Dipper.

The blades of the silver-armored cavalry weaved a web of light in the morning light, shattering the aura of the Blue Dragon Star Array.

"The Tianshu position is outstanding!"

A lieutenant general roared and charged forward. Seven cavalrymen formed an arrowhead and pierced through the Yellow Turban Army's shield wall. Their blades targeted the key points of the formation. Every time they broke through a layer, the formation would automatically fill the gap like a living thing.

"Tianxuan, provide cover!"

The crossbow carts of the Chongyan Guard were laid flat, shooting out ropes with iron claws. These ropes entangled the battle flags of the Yellow Turban Army. The crossbowmen worked together to twist them and pulled the seven-star flag to the ground.

"Grandmaster! Meng Zhang has prepared too many backup plans."

"Withdraw!"

Tan Mengjun was covered in blood, and only half of the heavy black iron sword in his hand remained.

Gu Changqing looked at the army formation that was beginning to waver, and suddenly pulled out the last command arrow.

"Generals, listen!"

His old fingers stroked the arrow feathers, and suddenly he placed the golden knife against his neck.

All eyes were focused on him instantly. The veteran's jersey had been torn into strips, and there were seven knife wounds on his chest so deep that the bone was visible. He looked at the rising sun that was beginning to set and suddenly laughed.

"Daqian has nurtured scholars for three hundred years. Today... we must sacrifice our blood for Xuanyuan!"

Jin Cuo's sword chopped down heavily, and the general's flag fell down. Gu Changqing took off his blood-stained cloak and threw it into the air.

This scarlet battle robe that had accompanied him in battles for forty years now turned into a bloody setting sun on the battlefield.

“All the warriors of Daqian, follow me…” The old general’s voice suddenly became hoarse. He looked at the third Yellow Turban Army pouring into the valley and suddenly shouted, “Go to die!”

Amid the flames rising into the sky, Gu Changqing took a last look in the direction of Qiandu.

He saw the Qinglong Tiansu Corps among the Yellow Turban Army breaking through the direction of Chongyanwei like a black torrent and heading towards the commander's flag. The cold light in the hands of Jiaomu Jiao, who was in the lead, streaked across the battlefield like a meteor.

The moment the bronze King Yu's spear split the blood mist, Gu Changqing's command platform suddenly collapsed half a foot.

This veteran of three dynasties looked at the morning light pouring down from the dome, and vaguely saw the battle flags fluttering on the city walls of Northern Frontier thirty years ago.

"Gu Qing's old legs are so cold that I'm afraid he can't even catch up with my dragon chariot."

At that time, the late emperor stuffed the black iron token into his hand and said with a smile.

"My old minister's horse lance is always faster than your majesty's dragon sedan chair."

His reply at the time caused laughter from all the civil and military officials in the court. Thinking back now, it was the most frivolous thing he had ever said in his life.

At this moment, Li Cunxiao's internal energy had transformed into a real blue dragon, and sparks flew when its scales brushed against the flagpole of the commanding platform.

The scarlet cloak that Gu Changqing took off was hanging in the air, and was nailed into a blooming blood peony by seventeen strands of energy - it turned out that the Qinglong Tianxiu Legion under Meng Zhang had arrived at the command platform.

His left sleeve suddenly exploded into powder, and the heavy halberd in Kang Jinlong's hand brushed past his arm armor, plowing out three-foot-long sparks on the armor.

This Azure Dragon was covered in blood, and the golden thread on his robe had long been torn into shreds by the strong energy. But at this moment, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of a Shura field, with dark green phosphorescent flames flickering in his eyes.

"Master Gu, surrender now."

Xiao Hanyi, a Jiaomujiao who also rushed up, pointed the dragon horn spear in his hand at the old commander, with the tip of the spear only three inches away from the old commander's throat.

The black flag of the Yellow Turban Army behind him had already flown over three deer barriers, and the four large cinnabar characters "Huang Tian Dang Li" on the flag had been stained into ink by blood.

Gu Changqing supported his body with the Jincuo Knife, and the tip of the knife carved a half-inch deep groove on the blue brick. Looking at the torrent of black armor surging behind Xiao Hanyi and others, he suddenly remembered that there was also such a dark mass of enemy troops on the top of Yunzhou City twenty years ago.

At that time, he led a team of 800 death-defying soldiers to escape from the city walls, burned down 30 miles of enemy camps, and returned with 27 arrows stuck in his robe. When the late emperor personally pulled out the arrows for him, he said, "Gu Qing, with your physique, I'm afraid you can live until my great-grandson succeeds to the throne."

"Yellow Turban bandits, I, Gu Changqing, have received the grace of three generations of the Great Qian Emperor. How can I work with such traitors and rebels?"

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up, and the golden sword turned into a sky full of sword shadows. It was the "Flying Star Seven Evil Swords" handed down from the ancestors of the Gu family. Xiao Hanyi took a step back silently. The seven sword marks on the Dragon Horn Spear were so deep that the bones could be seen.

But the old commander was finally exhausted, and he staggered and fell to his knees when his last strike missed the target. Tan Mengjun behind him was bloodshot, and he let out a sharp howl as he threw out the half-broken heavy black iron sword.

Xiao Hanyi swung his gun to block, sparks splashed on the broken plaque on the command platform, revealing the four large gilded characters "Qian Kun Zheng Qi" written by the late emperor himself.

"withdraw!"

Gu Changqing suddenly shouted loudly, and Tan Mengjun was shocked all over. He saw the old commander pierced his left palm with the tip of the knife, and blood dripped onto the black iron token on the commander's desk.

Then the black iron token suddenly flew into the air, and was carried away by the old commander's last bit of energy.

The seven remaining Big Dipper formations of the Wuxiong Guard in front suddenly burst out with a strong energy that tore a gap in the Yellow Turban Army.

"Your Majesty, this old minister... has done his best!"

The old general's murmurs disappeared in the shouts and cries. After issuing the last order, Li Cunxiao, who was not far away from him, finally forced Kong Xuan to retreat.

The bronze spear of King Yu came down on his head with a force that could overturn the sky!
Originally there were still many details to be written, but many people said it took too long, so I had to end it hastily.

Anyway, the result is the same, so if I continue writing, it will just be some battlefield details.
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