Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 301 What I want to do is to kill the dragon and elephant and shock the world
Zhang Yuan held a long knife in his hand, blood flowing from the blade.

He handed the head in his hand to Yuchi Feng who was standing beside him.

Yuchi Feng's expression changed, and he whispered, "Brother Zhang, this is your military achievement—"

Zhang Yuan shook his head and held down Yuchi Feng's hand.

"Marquis Jingyun died in battle, leaving the Red Scale Army leaderless. You deserve to be in charge of the Red Scale Army because you killed Murong Tong."

"Two hundred thousand Red Scale Army, you don't want all your brothers to be scattered, do you?"

Zhang Yuan's words made Yuchi Feng look solemn and he nodded heavily.

Marquis Jingyun died on the battlefield, and the fighting spirit of the Red Scale Army collapsed. If the army cannot regroup, it will be destroyed.

Moreover, he had the military merit of killing Murong Tong and avenging Marquis Jingyun, which allowed him to gain the support of the soldiers of the Red Scale Army and be qualified to lead the Red Scale Army.

For the sake of the Chilin Army and Marquis Jingyun, he must have this military achievement.

"Brother Zhang, I, Yuchi Feng, and my Chilin Army will repay your kindness today one day." Taking a deep breath and lowering his voice, Yuchi Feng spoke in a deep voice.

After saying this, he grabbed Murong Tong's head, galloped away on horseback, and shouted, "Chi Lin—"

The blood and energy in his body surged, and the true energy column of a half-step grandmaster was magnificent.

With the head held high in his hand, Yuchi Feng galloped forward on his cavalry, followed by the gathered Chilin cavalry.

The soldiers of the Red Scale Army, whose fighting spirit had already faded and were on the verge of collapse, now clenched their fists unconsciously as they watched the war cavalry galloping.

"Red Scale—"

"Red Scale—"

Ten thousand Red Scale Cavalrymen galloped forward, and the Red Scale Army soldiers gathered at the rear naturally formed a formation and followed closely, smashing and dividing the helpless Jubei Army formations.

The fighting spirit rose, and murderous energy surged like a long blood-red dragon.

The shadow of a blood-red tiger condensed.

The Jubei Army was established too recently, and all its combat power relies on Murong Tong and his 1,000 Dragon Armor Guards.

At this time, Murong Tong was killed, all one thousand Dragon Armor Guards died, and even the thirty thousand guards were dispersed. The Jubei Army had no combat power at all.

The Red Scale Army rushed forward, and the Jubei Army dropped their weapons one after another.

Even the generals at the Xiantian realm did not dare to resist at this time.

The army without battle formation and fighting spirit can only surrender when facing the army led by a master. Otherwise, they will be swept away by the chaotic army and die without a burial place.

The Red Scale Cavalry made a circle and found that most of the Northern Army had surrendered, with only a few people fleeing into the distance.

"Uncle Yunlei."

Yuchi Feng raised his head and looked at Lei Ming, who was being protected by soldiers not far away and had a pale face.

Lei Ming clashed with the Dragon Armor Guards led by Murong Tong, blocking the Dragon Armor Guards from attacking the Qin army crossing the river. If Zhang Yuan and his army had not arrived, Lei Ming would have been killed by now.

Seeing Yuchi Feng holding Murong Tong's head in his hand, Lei Ming's face showed some excitement.

"It's worth it. Marquis Jingyun's sacrifice is also worth it..."

Lei Ming sighed and whispered.

It is inevitable that the general will die in battle.

Both he and Li Jinyun were determined to die today in order to defeat the Anti-Northern Army, turn around to rescue Gubei City, and defend the northern border.

This was originally a battle to the death.

Although Marquis Jingyun died in battle at this time, the Jubei Army was completely defeated.

"Woo——"

The horn sounded, and the originally swirling Red Scale War Cavalry gathered.

Zhang Yuan looked at Lei Ming and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Yunlei, we cannot stay here. We need to lead the army back to Gubei City."

"Leave 30,000 troops here, and ask Yun Leibo to gather the remaining troops of the Northern Defense Army and resist Ouyang Shucai's 80,000 Western Defense Army. Can Yun Leibo do it?"

Wearing black armor and tiger-patterned iron armor on his face, Lei Ming recognized Zhang Yuan's attire at a glance.

Hei Hu, the commander of the military forces at the Black Ice Platform in Zhengyang County.

Only this person can kill the master in one battle.

Lei Ming had just witnessed that it was Zhang Yuan, not Yuchi Feng, who had actually killed the Grandmaster in battle. "Don't worry, Commander Black Tiger. Not to mention 30,000 troops, even 10,000 would be enough."

Lei Ming laughed loudly, and the blood in his body surged.

Thirty thousand troops plus the remnants of the army that were gathered together, barely made up to sixty to seventy thousand soldiers.

Although their combat power was not great, in Lei Ming's opinion, Ouyang Shucai's Zhenxi Army would never dare to attack again in such a situation.

The Jubei Army had been defeated, and if Ouyang Shucai did not retreat, he would not be able to return to the western border.

Zhang Yuan and Yuchi Feng looked at each other, nodded, and led the army slowly back to the camp on the shore from the floating bridge on the river.

In just half an hour, 30,000 cavalry and 30,000 soldiers headed towards Gubei City.

In the distance, Ouyang Shucai stood on the river bank for a long time with a solemn expression, as if he had made a very important decision. Then he took a deep breath and turned to leave.

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Two hundred miles outside Gubei City.

Zhenxi Army Camp.

The tent was dark in the night, and there were snoring sounds coming from all directions.

With the training of the march in the past few days, under the command of Murong Zhao, the 70,000 Zhenxi Army finally gradually became combat-ready.

In the central military tent, Murong Zhao sat upright with an extremely gloomy expression.

In front of him, on a faint light screen, a line of blue-gray words flowed.

"Duke Yu died in battle, and the Northern Army was defeated."

Behind Dayan is the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Although Murong Zhao was wary of the Heavenly Demon Palace, his relationship with the Heavenly Demon Palace has always been cooperative.

People from the Heavenly Demon Palace were stationed in the court and the army.

These people practiced some magic, one of which was to use it to transmit messages.

The words in front of Murong Zhao at this time came from the Jubei Army camp.

Unfortunately, after just these few words, the secret agent from the Heavenly Demon Palace who delivered the message was already dead.

Murong Zhao didn't know why the Jubei Army was defeated, but he knew that with Murong Yi's death, the Jubei Army no longer had the strength to fight.

At this moment, he felt a little regretful. If he had gone directly to Linghe Camp and taken over the Jubei Army, with his cultivation level, together with Murong Tong and the Jubei Army's formation, he could have easily defeated the Chilin Army and the Northwest Army.

He led 70,000 Zhenxi troops to Gubei City in order to reduce casualties and divide the Zhenxi troops so that Ouyang Shu would no longer have the power to rebel.

Everything was planned so well that as long as he moved forward slowly and steadily, the situation would change as he wished.

However, he did not expect that the Jubei Army would be defeated.

"Ouyang Shucai..."

Could it be that Ouyang Shucai betrayed and joined forces with the Chilin Army to besiege and kill the Jubei Army?
will not.

There are also people from the Heavenly Demon Palace in the Zhenxi Army.

The 80,000 Zhenxi troops on the banks of Ling River did not move.

Looking up at the rising fire in the big tent, Murong Zhao's eyes were deep.

He has already lost this round.

Even if he could capture Gubei City, he would not be able to lead the 70,000 Zhenxi Army far away.

Without the Jubei Army, Ouyang Shucai and his Zhenxi Army would become extremely important and must not be moved.

So the only thing he could do now was to capture Gubei City and lead 70,000 troops back to the western border before the coalition forces in Linghe camp turned back.

If Ouyang Shucai was not stupid, he would lead his 80,000 troops back to the western border to join him, and then deploy defenses to deal with the attack of the Red Scale Army.

In that case, Ouyang Shucai would be too busy to deal with the situation and would need the support of the court, so he would not have the intention to rebel.

"Then what I have to do," Murong Zhao's eyes flickered with flames, "is to slay the dragon and elephant and shock the world."

　The next chapter will be a little late, and will be posted before 12:.

　　
　
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