Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 442 My dear ministers, do you think Zhang Juzheng can win this battle?

"Set up the formation!" The voice of Elder Mingu rang out from the top of Xuyang City.

The Blood Sea Demon Lord, who was in charge of the central army, responded and waved the blood flag in his hand.

Thirty thousand Blood Soul Cavalry stepped on the blood waves, came out of the city, and moved slowly.

"That's the Blood Soul Heavy Cavalry of the Netherworld Demon Sect. Its combat power is quite good."

Standing in front of the light curtain of the parade ground on the Northern Great Wall, Zhao Yu pointed at the shadow of the war cavalry faintly reflected in the light curtain and spoke loudly.

On and off the stage, everyone looked at the blood-red warhorse that was obscured by the blood-red mist and could not be seen clearly.

Everyone waited for Zhao Yu to explain.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yu just stood there, showing no intention of speaking.

"Ahem," Sun Qi shook his head and coughed lightly, "The Netherworld Demon Sect's Blood Soul Heavy Cavalry is one of its core combat forces."

"The war cavalry uses the Skinning Corpse Demon as its mount, and the knight wears heavy blood marrow armor forged from resentful souls."

"The warhorse's eyes are inlaid with soul-devouring crystals. When charging, its pupils burst into a soul-stirring bloody light, which can paralyze the souls of cultivators below the Xiantian realm."

Sun Qi's voice echoed across the training ground.

The elites sitting upright all had solemn expressions as they looked at the bloody army formation gathered outside Xuyang City.

"The most terrifying aspect of the Netherworld Blood Soul Heavy Cavalry is their 'Ten Thousand Bones Blooming' battle formation – every time they march a hundred feet, poisonous bone spikes burst forth from the ground, stringing the enemy troops together as flesh and blood sacrifices. In exchange, a bloody aura entwines them, forming a Soul-Devouring Bone Field that combines both offense and defense."

On the stage, a black-armored warrior spoke loudly.

"This army once broke through the thirty-mile Xiandao Yungang Formation in half a day during the Battle of Qingtianzhou's North Sea. Wherever they passed, the grass and trees turned to ashes, and the mountains and rivers wept blood."

The general's voice was loud and transmitted through the formation on the platform.

"Thirty thousand Blood Soul Heavy Cavalry are definitely a formidable enemy."

The training ground was silent.

On the stage, Xu Lu glanced at Zhao Yu in front of him, then looked at Xichang Hou and Sun Qi beside him, and shook his head slightly.

The expressions of several other generals from the Northern Great Wall also changed slightly.

The Northern Great Wall is the backbone of the Qin Dynasty and the place with the greatest military achievements in Yongtianzhou.

In terms of military formations and ranks, no place can compare to the Great Wall in the north.

"Woo——"

Above Xuyang City, rotten dragon heads emerged from the clouds, and the poisonous flames spewed out by each rotten dragon swirled, forming a black poisonous cloud in the sky above the city.

"The Netherworld Demon Sect's rotting bone flying dragons are made from the skeletons of dragon-type demon beasts from the demon race. They can breathe out poisonous mist and demonic flames, but their combat power is average."

Zhao Yu's voice sounded again.

Average combat power?
The elites below all had their eyes twitching.

The power of a flying dragon is comparable to that of a master. Even if these rotten bone dragons do not have extremely strong combat power, they are still flying dragons.

Is this what you call average combat power?
On the stage, Yuanshanbo Feng Ji frowned.

"The Netherworld Rotten Bone Flying Dragon is the overlord of the Netherworld Demon Sect's skies. Rumor has it that it was reborn from the remains of a fallen true dragon, refined through the sect's heirloom, the 'Demon Feeding Sutra.'"

"When this bone dragon flaps its wings, it scatters poisonous scales that corrode metal and iron. Most deadly of all, it spews out poisonous fire. Within this fire floats the power of the devil, and upon contact, it can cause chaos in a cultivator's qi, blood, and true essence."

Feng Ji's voice was loud and solemn.

"The Rotten Bone Flying Dragon once tore apart thirty-six Qingyuntai of Confucianism and Taoism during the battle of Tianqiong Pass, and killed three great Confucian masters."

"The Qingyun Academy on Qingtian Continent, which had been passed down for 30,000 years, also collapsed during that battle."

The warrior with green armor and black beard sitting nearby added with a serious expression.

"This Rotten Bone Flying Dragon's reverse scale contains a hidden demon-feeding contract. Only by shattering the dragon crystal can it be completely destroyed."

"If we can't destroy their dragon crystals, these bone dragons will remain immortal."

After saying this, he turned to look at Sun Qi and Xichang Hou beside him, narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and spoke in a deep voice.

"My Lords, is this flying dragon considered to have average combat power?"

"Whose noble lady is this? She even looks down upon the Netherworld Demon Sect's Rotten Bone Flying Dragon?"

Marquis Xichang looked at Zhao Yu. He also felt that the Rotten Bone Flying Dragon was indeed extremely powerful.

However, in the Chunshan Cave, the flying dragon did not even have a chance to attack in front of the army led by Zhao Yu.

The army led by Zhang Yuan directly fought back against these flying dragons.

In Zhao Yu's eyes, this flying dragon is probably nothing.

"Lord Jicheng, this Miss Zhao, her surname is Zhao." Sun Qi said softly, pressing his palm lightly on the long table.

Zhao?
Yuanshanbo Feng Ji narrowed his eyes and hummed softly.

The old man who asked the question twitched his lips and said calmly, "There are only generals and soldiers on the Northern Great Wall. Even if the royal family comes, they have to speak with their own abilities."

The other generals looked calm and just turned to look at the scene on the screen.

Sun Qi laughed and said nothing more.

Above the light curtain, 50,000 troops were moving forward at a moderate speed.

In Xuyang City, flying dragons were circling, heavy cavalry were lined up in battle formations, and the military formations of the Demon Flame Army had been deployed outside the city.

Not only that, there were long banners on the city walls and a huge flag fluttering in the sea of ​​blood in the city.

In the center of the city, there is an altar with dark demonic flames rising.

Beneath the city wall, a giant mechanical beast covered in magic patterns was waiting quietly.

On the top of the city wall, dozens of great masters of the Demon Sect gathered with demonic light surrounding them.

Such a strong city, such a large army assembled, and the various means displayed made the Northern Great Wall army generals on the stage in front of the parade ground light curtain look extremely solemn.

In the audience, all the elites also had tense expressions.

Regardless of whether they knew about military affairs or not, the combat power and military deployment displayed by Xuyang City were the strongest they had ever seen.

For these young elites in Yongtianzhou, such a scene had never been seen before.

"This city is not easy to attack..." On the stage, Yuanshanbo Feng Ji's expression changed and he whispered softly.

"The leader of the Netherworld Demon Sect is definitely a veteran on the battlefield. This ironclad layout has almost no flaws." Ji Chengbo said from the side.

"Zhang Juzheng, I'm afraid you've been too arrogant." Xu Lu said in a deep voice with worry in his eyes.

Too big.

Even if Zhang Juzheng could kill 100,000 demon cultivators by himself, he should not underestimate the army of the Netherworld Demon Sect.

Being able to suppress the demonic sect in Qingtian Continent for tens of thousands of years and to suppress the immortals, Buddhas, Confucianists and Taoists from making a move lightly, how could the Netherworld Demon Sect have no foundation?

Can such a large quantity be underestimated?

Taking a deep breath, Yuanshanbo stared at Xuyang City, where the demonic energy was surging in the light and shadow. "Without two hundred thousand veteran soldiers of the Northern Great Wall, we will never be able to capture this city."

"What I'm worried about now is no longer attacking the city."

"Marquis Xichang, you have the authority to report directly to His Majesty, right?" Yuanshan Bo turned to look at Marquis Xichang and whispered, "Those 18,000 trial-takers are all the elite of the Great Qin. If necessary, our Northern Great Wall will rescue them."

Xichang Hou Ji Liang frowned slightly.

Sun Qi's face was calm.

"Woo——"

Within the light curtain, the fifty thousand troops that had gathered a hundred miles outside Xuyang City had slowly dispersed.

Golden and red light and shadows flowed on the light curtain, covering the army and reflecting the formation and scene of the 50,000-strong army.

"It's too late..." Ji Chengbo gritted his teeth and spoke softly.

At this time, in the Qianyang Palace far away in the imperial city.

Emperor Yuan Kang held in his hand a jade pendant that was sent by Marquis Xichang and Sun Qi from the northern Great Wall, recording the ten-day attack and defense process of Chunshan Cave Heaven.

His eyes swept across the pale golden light and shadow in front of him, which was the same as the light curtain on the parade ground of the Great Wall in the north. Emperor Yuankang smiled lightly and looked at the more than ten Qin war marquises and dukes in the hall who were wearing armor and had solemn expressions.

"My dear ministers, do you think Zhang Juzheng can win this battle?"

(End of this chapter)