Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 18: Forming a formation and charging

It turned out that Mr. Ouyang was the son of Ouyang Shucai, the commander of the Yan State's Zhenxi Army.

Even though he was in the Qin Dynasty, Zhang Yuan had heard the story of how Ouyang Shucai, with his late Xiantian realm cultivation, led 3,000 Zhenxi troops to fight against the Qin Dynasty's martial arts master.

The commander of the Zhenxi Army is said to be a powerful man who is bound to become a master.

In the five countries and three regions, Zhang Yuan knew of no more than thirty to fifty Grandmasters, scattered across the various countries, with less than ten Grandmasters in each country.

A quasi-grandmaster is also the top figure in a country.

No wonder the Yan army launched a night attack tonight. It turned out to be because of the identity of Master Ouyang.

"Hmph, who cares about who he is? If you have the guts, just take over Toyota County first." Zhao Changming pointed the spear in his hand and shouted loudly.

He knew Zhang Yuan couldn't speak.

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his long sword and pointed it downwards.

The two Xiantian realm masters looked at each other and turned away.

But a moment later, the sound of a bugle call came from the direction of the Yan army camp.

Seeing Yu Lin, they no longer needed to attack forcefully.

Only the southern city remains in Toyota County, and the five hundred remaining soldiers are obviously fighting to the death. The Yan army is not willing to attack now, as the lives of their own soldiers are also lives.

What's more, there are two Xiantian realm masters in the city. If they really join forces to fight, the Yan army will find it difficult to resist, whether it is fighting or escaping.

"My Great Qin is mighty—"

As the Yan army retreated, shouts from the Red Scale Army soldiers were heard from the city.

Morale is very important when going into battle.

If the soldiers lose their will to fight, they won't even be able to lift their swords.

Zhang Yuan watched the Yan army retreat, then turned around with his long sword in hand. Zhao Changming's eyes flashed, and he followed him down the city wall.

The two returned to the courtyard. Zhang Yuan removed his visor and whispered, "The Commander-in-Chief once taught me the Mountain Sword Technique. Before his death, he used a secret method to seal his innate true essence within me."

"These innate true essences are reduced every time they are consumed."

"And my actual combat power is far inferior to that of the true Xiantian realm."

Zhang Yuan knew what Zhao Changming was going to ask.

His cultivation, his fighting power, his swordsmanship.

So he spoke upfront.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhao Changming nodded and looked at Zhang Yuan: "True essence can indeed be passed down through secret methods, but your swordsmanship..."

After a pause, Zhao Changming said softly, "I understand why the commander-in-chief wanted to let the wounded soldiers and civilians leave."

"He wanted to send you away."

Zhao Changming had long ago proposed that the civilians and wounded soldiers be allowed to leave first, but Commander-in-Chief Yu Lin had never agreed.

This time, after teaching Zhang Yuan the martial arts, Commander-in-Chief Yu Lin suddenly went to Zhao Changming to arrange for the wounded soldiers and civilians to leave the city.

The Qin Dynasty emphasizes the inheritance of martial arts.

Yu Lin sent the wounded soldiers and civilians out of the city because he had found a good candidate to inherit his martial arts skills.

Are you selfish?

Have.

Who in this world doesn’t have selfish desires?

Even if it was Zhao Changming, if he met a younger disciple with extraordinary talent in cultivation, he would be selfish and want him to survive, right?

Looking at Zhang Yuan, Zhao Changming had a complicated expression.

Zhang Yuan, whom General Yu Lin was trying to send away at all costs, returned to Toyota County.

"I don't know if I have a talent for cultivation, but I feel like Lord Commander-in-Chief's Mountain Sword Technique is something that I was born to practice." Zhang Yuan said in a low voice.

He was still the sixteen-year-old ninth-rank guard.

But the experiences of the past few days, coupled with his awakened memories and his experience of meditation and enlightenment, made his mind no longer that of a sixteen-year-old boy.

He already knows what to say and how to say it.

But some things are ingrained in him, and he can't change them.

For example, the passion and the glory of the Qin military guards.

"By the way, was that Young Master Ouyang killed by the Commander-in-Chief?" Zhao Changming recalled the words of the Yan army Xiantian realm. "At that time, there were four Xiantian realm masters fighting each other, and there were only three energy emanating from the forest..."

Zhang Yuan did not hide the fact that he had seriously injured Ouyang Ming and asked Duan Hong to take him away.

Such an arrangement made Zhao Changming's eyes light up.

"Ouyang Ming's identity is extraordinary, perhaps..."

After looking at Zhang Yuan, Zhao Changming didn't say anything else. Instead, he changed the subject and told Zhang Yuan to have a good rest and not to let the soldiers recognize his identity, and then left the courtyard.

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After a series of fierce battles and bizarre experiences, Zhang Yuan was already exhausted. He didn't dare to take off his armor, so he put on the war puppet, covered his face with the mask, and lay on the bed.

By now, Master Tao and the others should have escaped danger, right?
Duan Hong should have also brought Ouyang Ming to catch up with Master Tao and the others, right?

The scene of Yu Lin using his swordsmanship to fight three enemies at once kept appearing in his mind.

The scene of Chen Youde leading two soldiers to turn around and stop the enemy, the scene of Chen Wuxiong dragging his battle axe and pushing himself away, and the light and shadow of the cavalry's scimitar...

……

The fierce shouting and screaming made Zhang Yuan jump up from the bed.

The sun is glaring outside.

It was already noon.

Reaching out and grabbing the long sword, Zhang Yuan stepped out of the courtyard, and the soldiers guarding the door hurriedly bowed.

"General, Deputy General Zhao said that you were injured yesterday and cannot be disturbed. The Yan army's offensive has been fierce since this morning and has not stopped..."

The two soldiers followed Zhang Yuan forward and reported the battle situation.

Zhang Yuan stepped onto the top of the city wall. The Red Scale Army was scattered on the hundred-foot wall, and longbows were thrown, and rolling logs and rocks were thrown non-stop.

There are ladders and catapults under the city.

Nearly three thousand Yan troops charged like a swarm of ants, being pushed back and then charging forward again.

Now the Qin army is only defending this southern city, and the Yan army can only deploy 3,000 troops to attack.

However, they can fight in rotation and wear down the defenders.

"Sir, you've come at the right time. I'm here on the city wall. Please check if there are any dangerous gaps in the streets and alleys behind." Zhao Changming, who was guarding the city wall, spoke in a clear voice when he saw Zhang Yuan coming.

If it was the real Yu Lin, Zhao Changming would not say that.

But Zhang Yuan's cultivation level was not at the true Xiantian realm, and if he attacked from the top of the city wall, someone might notice it.

It would be better to let Zhang Yuan go to the city. As long as Zhang Yuan goes there, the morale of the garrisoned soldiers will surely be boosted.

Zhang Yuan nodded and walked away with his knife.

When they reached the streets not far from the city gate, the Red Scale Army soldiers blocking the entrance to the alley straightened up.

"Your Excellency the Governor!"

"Greetings, Lord Commander!"

Zhang Yuan nodded slightly and looked forward.

The streets and alleys were blocked by rocks and wooden stakes, and a broken bridge was visible. Soldiers on both sides were shooting at each other with bows and crossbows in the narrow space.

The reason they retreated to the South City was because there was a river running through the city. By guarding the river and several small bridges, the Yan army could not attack.

"Pingmaqiao can no longer be defended!"

Not far away, a soldier shouted.

Zhang Yuan turned and left, and the guards behind him quickly followed.

After turning the streets, they saw a group of Yan soldiers wearing black armor had crossed the bluestone bridge and pushed the Qin soldiers down.

These Yan troops held heavy shields and advanced in layers, with crossbows in the back, suppressing the Qin troops at the bridgehead and preventing them from moving forward.

The Qin and Yan armies had similar tactics, but unfortunately the soldiers defending the city were short of weapons and did not have many crossbows and arrows that were useful for close combat.

"Bam—"

Two Qin soldiers holding short shields stepped forward under the crossbow arrows, but were hit hard by the heavy shields in front of them and staggered backward.

The shield-bearing soldier who led the Yan army to attack had already reached the late stage of the acquired realm. He formed a battle formation and, with the help of the power of the battle formation, one strike could weigh two thousand pounds!

The two Qin soldiers retreated, their shields unable to protect their bodies, and crossbows from the Yan army in front shot out, piercing their bodies and spilling a string of blood.

Several Qin soldiers rushed out roaring.

Zhang Yuan gripped the long sword tightly in his hand, stepped forward, and ran away.

"Formation——"

"Stop him—"

"Be careful--"

The Yan army on the stone bridge saw the identity represented by Zhang Yuan's armor and cried out in surprise. The heavy shields were linked together layer by layer, and a fiery red firework rose into the sky.

When encountering a strong enemy, seek strong support.

"call out--"

"call out--"

When Zhang Yuan was five feet away from the stone bridge, a barrage of arrows from bows and crossbows was already flying towards him.

"Form a formation to help the adults charge into the battle--"

There were soldiers shouting behind Zhang Yuan.

(End of this chapter)