Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 296: King Ying Chongxiao of the Qinling Lan Dynasty is here. Does Marquis Yanbei dare to fight?
"Murong Zhao is cautious and will not accept the challenge."

Zhang Yuan shook his head and whispered.

He had seen Murong Zhao's style of doing things from the memory of his clone: ​​cautious yet fierce, planning before acting, and killing with one strike.

Murong Zhao, who led an army of 70,000, could not accept the challenge of Linglan King Ying Chongxiao.

With 70,000 troops at his side, concentrating the energy and blood of the military formation, it was impossible for King Linglan to charge into the formation to challenge, as that would be courting death.

Previously, Zhang Yuan and his men had planned to defend Gubei City to the death and lure the Zhenxi Army to attack.

When Gubei City was breached and street fighting broke out, King Linglan led the other city masters to attack together and surround and kill Murong Zhao.

But now the Zhenxi Army has been divided, and Murong Zhao is advancing slowly, so there is no rush at all.

He was waiting for the outcome of the battle in Linghe.

"Not urgent……"

Looking at the map, Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up.

His gaze followed the map upstream of the Ling River, towards the direction of the Jubei Army camp.

"The ferry and bridge above Ling River have all been destroyed, right?" Zhang Yuan said softly.

"Yes, since the arrival of the Jubei Army, the seven ferry bridges in Pingtan, Guling, Sanyuan and other places have been completely destroyed." said Gao Xingzhou, the co-magistrate, next to the prefect Li Duanfang.

“If we had rejected the Northern Army, we wouldn’t have had to cross the Yellow River to attack the Northern City.”

The attack on Gubei City by the 10,000-strong Jubei Army was a long-planned undertaking, and took more than a month to complete before and after they dispersed and crossed the Ling River.

Most of these soldiers were from the former Beiyuan Army, and there were also some garrison troops. Their combat effectiveness was not very strong, but they were quite familiar with this place.

"I remember that Xiao Renguang, the governor of the northern border, once ordered his army's craftsmen to forge a batch of pulleys. Ultimately, they were too durable to be reused, so they were left in the city's warehouse."

Zhang Yuan turned and looked at the prefect Li Duanfang.

Li Duanfang thought for a moment and nodded, "Indeed, such a thing exists. It is said that it was made to facilitate the smooth flow of trade routes. Unfortunately, this pulley is far inferior to the pulleys used on the Luyang Prefecture trade route."

"Alright, Lord Li, please arrange to have all the pulleys delivered to the main camp in the city, including the iron chains and pulleys," Zhang Yuan said, then looked at Princess Fengming. "Princess, I will lead the army out of the city. I will leave behind one thousand armed guards and five thousand surrendered soldiers. Please lead them."

"There's no need to defend Gubei City to the death. Just take a defensive stance."

Use Wuwei and surrendered troops to defend the city?

Everyone in the lobby looked at each other, with a trace of confusion on their faces.

"Are you planning to leave the city and fight?" Black Bear Yuchi Feng frowned and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid there's no chance of winning."

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in Zhang Yuan’s leadership skills.

But the person opposite him is Murong Zhao.

The Marquis of Yanbei, who had made great military achievements three hundred years ago.

"I'm not going out of the city to fight," Zhang Yuan shook his head and looked at the map. "I'm going to accompany King Linglan to challenge Murong Zhao, to wave the flag and cheer for King Linglan, to boost his morale."

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On the top of Gubei City.

Princess Fengming, wearing soft armor and with a long sword hanging from her waist, stood on the top of the city wall, watching the 10,000-strong army marching down below and roaring out of the city.

"Master Shangguan, Lord Guo, I'll leave the defense of the city to you two."

Princess Fengming turned around and looked at Shangguan Chenglin and Guo Tangyuan beside her.

Shangguan Chenglin smiled bitterly, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Zhang really thinks highly of me. I will give it my all."

He never thought that Zhang Yuan had just asked him to train the surrendered soldiers and then immediately asked him to lead the surrendered soldiers to defend the city.

He really didn't dare to imagine whether the newly surrendered soldiers of the Northern Army would directly open the city gates and welcome the Emperor of Dayan into the city when they were guarding the city.

"Don't worry, Princess. Many of these soldiers are originally from Gubei City. As long as the propaganda is done properly, they are willing to defend the city for their relatives." Guo Tangyuan on the side clasped his fists and said in a deep voice.

Princess Fengming nodded and looked in the direction where the smoke and dust were rising.

Can 10,000 troops really stop Murong Zhao's 70,000 troops?
……

Ten thousand war cavalrymen were galloping, Zhang Yuan was riding a horse in the front, and beside him were Du Chongjiu with two swords on his back, Li Tingyun with a sword hanging on his waist, and Lin Yutang.

Including Zhang Yuan himself, there are four masters.

Sitting on a warhorse not far away was the Dragon Elephant Grandmaster, Linglan King Ying Chongxiao.

In the rear, Duan Ta, He Jinquan, and the others, along with the renowned Red Scale Army general Black Bear and spearmanship instructor Du Ling, made up a total of seven Half-Step Grandmasters. One Dragon Elephant, four Grandmasters, and seven Half-Step Grandmasters possessing Grandmaster-level power.

There are nearly a hundred other people in the Xiantian realm.

This power is indeed powerful.

The cavalry galloped, and when they were a hundred miles away, they could already see the blood rising in the distance.

镇西军.

The Zhenxi Army is only two hundred miles away from Gubei City. Even if they move slowly, they will reach the city in one or two days.

If we march quickly, we can kill them in less than half a day.

Looking at the column of blood and qi in front of him, Zhang Yuan waved his hand.

"Woo——"

The horn sounded.

The murderous aura of a martial arts grandmaster rose from him.

Beside him, Du Chongjiu, Lin Yutang, and Li Tingyun all had the might of evil and the Grandmaster's Dao surging in their bodies.

On the other side, a mighty force rose from the body of Linglan King Ying Chongxiao, as if to knock away the clouds in the sky.

Duan Ta and others in the back also displayed the power of a master.

"boom--"

The master's aura was as vast as a torrent, mobilizing the strength of thousands of troops behind him, floating straight up and dyeing the sky golden red.

Pillars of light shot straight into the sky and could be clearly seen from a hundred miles away.

A hundred miles away in the Zhenxi Army camp, Murong Zhao, who was holding a chess piece in his hand, suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes.

Across from him, King Zhao turned his head to look at the sky filled with rolling clouds, a smile on his face.

"Did Marquis Yanbei see it?"

"This is the power of the Qin Dynasty."

"Even the entire nation of Northern Yan couldn't possibly produce such a grandmaster-like spectacle, right?"

He chuckled, rubbing the chess piece in his hand. "Actually, this kind of scene was no stranger to Yanbei Hou back then. Being there, his blood would have boiled over like a turbulent current..."

Murong Zhao turned his head, murderous intent in his eyes.

"If you wish to die quickly, I can grant your wish."

As the voice fell, a huge pressure of energy and blood pressed down on King Zhao's head, causing his face to turn red instantly and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

With a cold snort, Murong Zhao turned and walked out of the tent.

Blood splattered all over the chessboard, and King Zhao fell to the ground, exhausted.

He spread out his palm, and in it was a green bead with a faint spiritual light floating on it.

"The power of the dragon and elephant, it seems that this time, I am afraid I will really die in Yandi..."

With a light sigh, King Zhao leaned back on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the big tent, Murong Zhao looked up and looked forward.

The surging power of the Grandmaster came from the direction of Gubei City. The vast and grand scene seemed as if the heaven and earth were collapsing.

Grandmaster, the power of the grandmaster revealed by more than a dozen grandmaster powers, in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, is the grandmaster.

Murong Zhao could see the fear in the soldiers' eyes.

As King Zhao said, the power of the Qin Dynasty is indeed so great that people dare not look directly at it.

Among the five countries and three regions, only the Great Qin can easily gather so many masters.

In the land of Northern Yan, except for the priests of the Heavenly Demon Palace, all the masters gathered together, and the scene today was just like that.

"What do you want to do?" Murong Zhao whispered softly.

"King Ying Chongxiao of the Great Qin Linglan is here. Does the Marquis of Yanbei dare to fight?"

The mighty sound shook the sky.

(End of this chapter)