Xuanxia

Chapter 819: Qiansui Army

One is Murong Xuan, the other is Wu Yan. The two had almost no interactions before, but when they returned to Luoyi and sneaked in quietly, they were surprisingly tacit in understanding each other.

One was a "female ghost" who had penetrated deep into the Northern Yi tribes and carried out assassinations alone countless times; the other was a killer who had carried out assassination missions countless times and sneaked behind enemy lines as naturally as drinking water. They took advantage of the falling night and silently climbed over the city wall and returned to Luoyi.

The two of them skillfully entered a private house, changed into civilian clothes, lowered their heads, and walked along the small street towards the direction of Xuanmeng.

But after walking a few steps, they both stopped at the same time.

There was a dull and rhythmic vibration on the ground.

Wu Yan and Murong Xuan looked at each other.

"I'll go and watch."

Murong Xuan said, "You go to Xuanmeng."

"After the Xuanmeng War, there is no way to know whether your brother is still alive."

Wu Yan said calmly: "Zhu Mei... may not be alive."

Murong Xuan replied in the same calm tone: "Find a way to find them. If they are dead, check their bodies to see who killed them."

Wu Yan nodded.

Although they spoke calmly, there was a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

"How to contact?" Wu Yan asked again.

Murong Xuan said softly, "The magpie is calling."

What she meant was that they could confirm each other's location by imitating the calls of magpies.

Wu Yan had no more questions, he flashed into the shadows and disappeared.

Murong Xuan watched him blend into the night, then turned her head, bent down, and pressed the ground lightly with her hand, feeling where the vibration came from.

Soon, she confirmed the direction, jumped up, and like a ghost, floated lightly to the roof and explored silently.

After a few leaps and shuttles, she covered a distance of more than a hundred steps and finally landed at the entrance of an alley, with her back against the wall, looking quietly.

Upon seeing this, Murong Xuan's pupils shrank instantly!

Troops.

Lots and lots of soldiers!
The first to come were the infantrymen, all of them wearing golden armor, even covering their faces. They held long spears in their hands and walked in steady and orderly steps. When they landed on the ground, there was a loud iron sound, almost crushing all the tiles on Luoyi Street.

But what was truly suffocating was the cavalry that lagged far behind the infantry phalanx.

Those were real heavy cavalry, and their horses were also covered in golden armor. The landing steps of these well-trained war horses were exactly the same as those of the infantry. They snorted and their horseshoes landed heavily on the ground. The cavalry on horseback were also covered in armor, and a strong murderous aura was overwhelming.

Murong Xuan was once a princess of a country and had been deep into the Northern Barbarians' camp countless times. Her understanding of military formations and soldiers was beyond the reach of ordinary people in the martial arts world.

She could tell at a glance that these soldiers had no blood in them.

This is strange.

They had obviously undergone extremely rigorous training - they were able to wear such heavy armor, march in such orderly steps, and even have a consistent breathing rhythm. It would be impossible to train such an army without extremely strict and sophisticated military management methods.

However, they are different from the Northern Frontier Army.

The Northern Frontier Army has experienced countless fights on the battlefield. The blood energy they have absorbed from practicing military tactics is extremely strong. In a one-on-one fight, they may be similar to ordinary powerful people in the martial arts world, but once they form an army formation, even if they do nothing, they are enough to suffocate real masters!

Murong Xuan had once seen the Northern Frontier Army charging.

In that Beiyi tribe, there are two Cave Heaven Realm shamans, which can be considered a large tribe in the entire Beiyi. Together with the rest of the shamans, generals, and soldiers, the tribe has more than 10,000 people. If it were to reach the Central Plains, it could be said that 90% of the sects in the world would not be able to withstand a charge from them!
But that time, the Northern Frontier Army only sent two thousand cavalry.

Not even heavy cavalry.

While they were still charging, their vigorous blood had already condensed into a ferocious tiger, which rushed into the enemy camp roaring before them!

What shamans, what cave realms, under the charge of the Northern Frontier Army, they were all scared to death, and their strength was only one tenth of what it was! Two thousand cavalrymen trampled a tribe of ten thousand people to the ground.

Of course, the Northern Barbarians also have their terrifying aspects. If they are prepared in advance, such a tribe cannot be broken through by two thousand cavalrymen... Of course, this is what he said again.

Murong Xuan pressed her back against the wall of the alley, quietly looking at the army passing by the street.

The high-flying flag fluttered in the wind, with two words written on it in heavy strokes.

Thousand years old!

"It's King Xishuo's Thousand-Year-Old Army."

Murong Xuan suddenly realized.

This is a powerful army that has never been on the battlefield.

According to the laws of Dayan, vassal kings can have their own private army, called the Qiansui Army, but the number cannot exceed three thousand.

But it is obvious that the group of people at the moment is definitely more than three thousand... and Murong Xuan firmly believes that King Xishuo's thousand-year-old army is definitely more than just those in Luoyi.

"He really had made preparations. The distance from Xishuo to Luoyi is more than a thousand miles. He mobilized troops on such a large scale, but there was no news along the way."

Murong Xuan felt a little depressed.

She didn't really care about Dayan's affairs, but King Xishuo had remnants of the Demon Cult under his command, and they were her enemies.

She also participated a lot in Fu Qingzhou's plan this time... She knew that Fu Qingzhou had been sending people from all over the place to spy and eavesdrop, but even to this extent, this huge army came from afar and was not discovered by anyone!
how did you do that?
It seems that King Xishuo has other means and preparations, and Dayan will surely face chaos in the future.

Murong Xuan's brows sank slightly, and she began to think about what to do next... In the past, these things were all thought about by her younger brother, but if he died, these things would have to be done by herself.

Just then, a soft and slightly ethereal "chirp" sound floated from a distance, quite crisp and pleasant.

Murong Xuan's ears moved slightly.

The magpie is calling...it's Wu Yan.

She no longer looked at these thousand-year-old soldiers - they were obviously heading towards the Luoyi government office, which would not affect her for the time being, and of course she could not do anything about it.

Then, she once again slipped away quietly, following the dark shadows like a ghost.

The call of magpies could be heard from time to time. Murong Xuan followed the sound, but found that the call did not come from the direction of Xuanmeng, but from a place where residential areas were concentrated.

She had a blank expression on her face, but her mind was a little alert. However, she still moved in the direction of the sound.

Soon, she landed outside a private house. There was no light in the house, and the sound of magpies came from inside. Apart from that, she could faintly hear people breathing.

Murong Xuan narrowed her eyes slightly, slid along the wall to the window like a ghost, and suddenly broke in through the window!

Zheng!
A pointed iron rod stood up and pointed directly at her. She suddenly showed her ghost claws and grabbed the iron rod.

"Sister! Is that you?"

Murong Yu's surprised voice was heard in the darkness.

Murong Xuan's expression moved slightly.

"Fortunately, it's you."

The pointed iron rod retracted, and Wu Yan's calm voice rang out: "We are lucky. Your brother found Zhu Mei. Zhu Mei left a mark according to the method I taught her, and they escaped."

As he spoke, the flames flickered and a small oil lamp lit up.

Murong Yu held the oil lamp and looked at Murong Xuan with a smile in the firelight. Wu Yan also took a few steps back and gently hugged the somewhat confused Zhu Mei.

Murong Xuan let out a light breath.

Then, she said slowly: "Let's leave as soon as possible, this place... is very dangerous."

(End of this chapter)