Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 438: Just because no one on Qingtianzhou can do something doesn’t mean he can’t do it
"furious--"

On the top of Xuyang City, the Bone-Eroding Demon Lord roared angrily, and demonic energy surged from his body.

He took a step forward, then paused.

Turning around, I saw that no one on the city wall showed any intention of taking action.

Elder Mingu's expression remained unchanged.

The Bone-Eroding Demon Lord's expression changed constantly, and the demonic energy within him continued to surge, surging. Even as the war cavalry below the city turned and galloped away, the demonic energy was still surging...

Seeing Lu Jiuyuan leading the cavalry away, Elder Mingu shook his sleeves and crushed the scroll in his hand.

He waved his hand, and a map of the earth vein array covering an area of ​​fifty miles appeared in front of him.

With a light tap of his dry finger, seventy-two scarlet spots of light appeared on the formation diagram.

"The Demon Blood Guards will be divided into small groups tonight and hide in the three hundred array centers of the Nine-Bend Yellow Springs Array—"

"All Blood Soul Heavy Cavalry, assemble and defend the city."

"Tonight's blood sacrifice will keep the power of the Netherworld Blood Sea at its peak."

"Tomorrow, I want Zhang Juzheng and those 50,000 ants to die in Xuyang City."

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Xuanji Mountain.

More than ten instructors sat around. The old man who spoke had white hair and beard and looked very old.

"The first push is strong, the second weakens, and the third is exhausted. Zhang Juzheng stopped his army at Mount Fuyue. Isn't he afraid of morale failing?"

"After all, they are young people, and their actions lack a bit of stability..."

The old man's words made the other white-haired instructors around him nod their heads.

"In fact, seven thousand miles a day is already the limit. Even if he wanted to lead the army to attack the Demon Sect camp in one go, I'm afraid he couldn't do it..."

Across from him, Guo Chang, who was wearing a green robe and attending such a gathering for the first time, sat up straight and spoke in a low voice.

Can't do it.

Just because Zhang Juzheng could travel 100,000 miles a day by himself, it didn’t mean that his 50,000-strong army could do the same.

For most armies, seven thousand miles a day is really the limit.

The army that arrived at Mount Fugaku probably no longer had the strength to fight.

"Humph, young people always act without thinking. He sent 50,000 troops right under the nose of the Demon Sect in Xuyang City. Isn't he really afraid of being directly attacked by the Demon Sect—"

Before the white-haired old man finished speaking, Guo Chang looked up and said loudly, "How about directly?"

"Zhang Juzheng can single-handedly slay 100,000 demons, and even suppress immortals and Buddhas, who dares to raise their heads? With 50,000 troops at his side, who among the Demon Sect dares to go to Mount Fuyue?"

"Are you going to die?"

There was a gleam in Guo Chang's eyes and a strange glow on his face.

"If I were him, I would either camp at Mount Fuyue and not move for three days, forcing the Demon Sect of Xuyang City to lose their composure."

"Or we can march a hundred miles a day, making the Demon Sect's army in Xuyang City nervous and exhausted from dealing with them."

At the top seat, a hint of joy flashed in Kong Lingjun's eyes.

In the hall, everyone looked at Guo Chang.

The white-haired instructors all opened their mouths, looked down at the map, then looked at Guo Chang, and were speechless for a moment.

After a long time, someone finally sighed: "Ah, the young are to be feared, the young are to be feared..."

The Demon Sect's army advanced like a hot knife through butter, attacking three thousand miles outside Xuanji Mountain, and Xuanji Academy was powerless to fight back.

Even if other Confucian and Taoist academies took action, they could only resist the offensive of the Demon Sect.

In this situation, who on Xuanji Mountain would dare to think of counterattacking, or who would dare to force the Demon Sect to do something?

What Guo Chang said was that they could not imagine the scene.

Being at a disadvantage, they actually forced the Demon Sect to lose its composure?

But after hearing what Guo Chang said, they had no way to refute it at all.

The one who led the troops stationed at Mount Fuyue was Zhang Juzheng.

Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain, Zhang Juzheng who killed 100,000 demons alone.

It won’t work if we replace someone else, but can we replace Zhang Juzheng?
Looking at Guo Chang, many people sighed in their hearts.

Perhaps only Guo Fengxiao, the son of the headmaster, a descendant of the Nine Nether Demon King, who has lived in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons since childhood, can understand the state of mind of people like Zhang Juzheng?

On Xuanji Mountain, who else would not be afraid when facing the Demon Sect’s army?

"Mr. Guo, in your opinion, are these really the only two options for Zhang Juzheng to station his troops in Fuyue Mountain?" Zuoqiu Ren, who was sitting not far away, looked up and looked at Guo Chang.

If Zuo Qiuren didn't know Zhang Yuan's past performance, he would have thought the same as Guo Chang.

But the Zhang Yuan he knew was the Marquis of Qingyang in the Great Qin Dynasty, the Black Tiger who had killed his way through the enemy lines, defeated 20,000 with 800 men, and even slew the Grandmaster in battle formation.

With Zhang Yuan's leadership ability, will he choose to take it step by step and force the Demon Sect to fall into chaos?
Guo Chang looked down at the map in front of him. No one in the hall spoke. Half a minute later, Guo Chang slowly raised his head, his face flushed, and his fists clenched.

"There is a third option."

"Tomorrow we will march forward and capture Xuyang City."

Guo Chang's breathing was heavy, his eyes flashing with brilliance: "I can't think of any chance of success by doing this."

"But I'm not Zhang Juzheng."

"Just because no one on Qingtian Continent can do something doesn't mean he can't do it..."

"Om-"

In the distance, a green light flew over and turned into a paper crane and landed on the map.

Kong Lingjun reached out and held the paper crane, her eyes widening.

"Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy has issued a declaration of war against the Demon Sect's army in Xuyang City."

"Tomorrow, the decisive battle..."

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Spring Mountain Cave.

Zhang Yuan, holding a folding fan, stood on the hill, and next to him was Zhao Yu, wearing a green Confucian robe.

On the other side were Kong Lingjun, Marquis Xichang, and Sun Qi, who were temporarily summoned by Zhang Yuan.

At the foot of the hill, there is an illusory city, and outside the city, an army of 50,000 is gathered.

It was the first time for Xichang Hou and Sun Qi to meet Zhang Yuan.

The last time we met in the Spring Mountain Painting, we couldn’t see each other.

"Black Tiger?"

"Scholar?"

"I didn't expect that the broken gun was you, Lord Hou."

"Bai Shi, you are eating for free, Sun Xue Shi, you might as well just live off your reputation. I already know your great name in the Imperial City."

Xichang Hou Yu and Sun Qi joked with each other for a few words, then slowly turned to look at Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu.

At this time, Zhao Yu was holding a stack of paper pages in his hand, and Kong Lingjun beside him also had a scroll unfolded in his hand.

"This is the city plan of Xuyang City."

Kong Lingjun handed over the scroll.

Zhang Yuan opened the folding fan in his hand, and the city at the foot of the hill began to change, transforming into the appearance of the city on the scroll.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand again. In front of him was a long table with an unfolded scroll and an ink brush held in it.

"According to the information from the Northern Great Wall, as well as the information gathered by the Black Ice Platform's spies and the information gathered by the Confucian and Taoist factions in recent days, the Netherworld Demon Sect's Demon Flame Army is currently stationed in Xuyang City."

"The leader is the Supreme Elder Mingu of the Netherworld Demon Sect. He has already refined a blood pool and can control the sea of ​​blood."

"Xuyang City has an army of 350,000, including 210,000 elite members of the Demon Flame Army. Their leaders are..."

Zhao Yu quickly read out the information in his hand, and Zhang Yuan wielded his brush, and various demonic figures appeared on the scroll in front of him.

"The ink becomes a demon. This is the Confucian and Taoist calligraphy and painting skills have reached enlightenment..."

Sun Qi's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at Zhang Yuan who was sitting there painting quickly.

"It is said that Zhang Juzheng became a disciple of the Master because he was inspired by Confucianism, Taoism, calligraphy and painting..." The expression of Marquis Xichang on the side also changed.

Zhang Juzheng, who was about to kill his way through Qingtianzhou, was a painter.

Zhang Yuan stopped writing with his ink brush and looked up at the two of them.

"You two, please stop being idle and start deducing the tactics."

"Later, you two will attack and defend, and lead them in a few drills."

"Oh, right. I can bless the power of Yunmeng Cave Heaven to Chunshan Cave Heaven, slowing down the flow of time tenfold. One night can be used as five days and nights."

"However, the consumed immortal jade must be reimbursed by the Northern Great Wall."

Zhang Yuan spoke.

"Of course I will. I will record the military exercise footage and bring it back to the Northern Great Wall. This military exercise will be included in the budget of the Grand Council." Marquis Xichang nodded and said with a smile.

"How can I just report the loss of my immortal jade?"

"How do we calculate our mental damage?"

"Also, if you want to use the jade pendant to record the military exercise scenes for the people on the northern border of the Great Wall to observe and comprehend—"

"You have to pay more."

Zhao Yu put his hands on his hips and spoke loudly.

(End of this chapter)