Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 562 Three million soldiers from the Eastern Territory gather in Yuncang City!
Ten miles.

Ten miles outside Yuncang City.

Yuwen Jue stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, a magnificent city came into view, with the great Daos of four Grandmaster-level experts pulling at the sky like a tornado.

That is the land of Wei.

Yuwen Jue slowly shifted his gaze from the top of Yuncang City to the figure blocking his way.

Ten miles outside Yuncang City, the river mist was trampled by thousands of troops.

Yuwen Jue's burnt remains, his body congealed from burning essence and blood, suddenly solidified—

Thirty thousand black-clad cavalrymen, their armor gleaming in the blood-red sunset, stretched like an iron wall across the riverbank.

Each warhorse's forehead was adorned with dazzling golden nails, and Tie Xing's halberd emitted a dragon's roar as three thousand Xuanjia dragon riders charged forward from behind the reefs on the left and right.

The dragon-scaled heavy armor crushed the frozen earth, producing a teeth-grinding roar.

Seven hundred Blood Dragon Crossbows rose from the bottom of the river, their lightning patterns resonating with the illusory image of the Zhen Tian Shan He Ding floating in the river mist.

Each crossbow bolt is engraved with a "warding off evil" talisman, which is coiled around a thunder python, and the sky is instantly woven into a net of purple lightning.

Yu Wanjun dragged his dragon-patterned halberd backwards as he rode the waves, the illusory image of the Azure Wave Dragon Vein protruding from the halberd's tip forming a chain with the twelve warships.

The Giant Spirit Guard Commander shattered the frozen earth, and the blood and qi of 20,000 Zhenyue Warriors solidified into a tangible mountain chain.

Yuwen Jue's pupils reflected an even more desperate scene—

Luo Hongxiu's three thousand elite warriors materialized from the burning shipwreck, their silver-scaled blades causing the river mist to condense into a torrential downpour of ice cones.

Twenty powerful cultivators from the Dongxuan realm stood in the Hall of Offerings, their celestial abodes behind them merging with the power of heaven and earth, causing the Yuncang River to overflow its banks.

"Zhang Qingyang—"

Blood seeped from Yuwen Jue's tattered robes, and the Soul-Devouring Flood Dragon's reverse scales peeled away piece by piece amidst the lightning. Gazing at the surging bloodthirsty aura before Yun Cang City, he suddenly let out a mad roar: "You ants, who dares to kill me, Yuwen Jue!"

Imperial Observatory of the Imperial City.

Silence reigned before the light screen.

Even seasoned warriors and seasoned officials of the court, who had weathered countless battles, looked solemn as they gazed at the Zhen Tian Si army assembled before Yun Cang City.

This is the Zhen Tian Si (镇天司).

The place where the strongest fighting force of the Qin Dynasty gathers, the place where martial prowess reigns supreme over the world.

The sword in the hands of the Qin emperor!

"Lord Qingyang, this is an attempt to establish your authority." Zhao Yu looked at the light screen, a faint expression on his face.

"The army of the Heavenly Guard surrounded and killed the Grandmaster."

"In front of a million martial artists in the Eastern Border."

Zhao Yu's voice slowly echoed in the hall: "After this battle, the might of the Zhen Tian Si will not dissipate for ten years in the Jianghu of the Eastern Border of Great Qin."

With this battle, we will restore the might of the Qin martial arts!

This is exactly what Marquis Qingyang was planning!
Inside the main hall, gazes slowly turned to Emperor Yuankang, whose face was solemn at the head of the table.

This, perhaps, is also something the emperor is plotting?

Amidst the light and shadow, the sounds of soldiers rushing about, martial artists shouting, the wind blowing back from the river, and thunder roaring echoed endlessly.

"Woo——"

The horn sounded.

Atop the walls of Yuncang City, crimson banners fluttered, the city gates opened, and squads of elite cavalry in crimson armor galloped out.

The qi and blood condensed and transformed into blood-red clouds as the army marched out of the city.

"Yes, Crimson Dragon Cavalry!"

Inside the main hall of the Imperial Observatory, the military marquis, clad in black armor, stared wide-eyed and let out a low gasp.

"The 150,000 Crimson Dragon Cavalry led by Yuwen Changkong, the Grand Commander of the Eastern Wei Border Garrison, are known as the top ten war cavalry in Yongtian Continent." Marquis Changning Su Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at the city wall of Yuncang City in the light screen.

"Yuwen Changkong, one of the three generals of Eastern Wei, has already taken up his post in Yuncang City."

The name Yuwen Changkong was familiar to everyone in the hall.

Yuwen Changkong was involved in most of the conflicts between the Qin Dynasty and the Eastern Wei Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, with 150,000 Crimson Dragon Riders and four Grandmasters, even if the Qingyang Marquis's forces are all elites of the Zhen Tian Division, I'm afraid they will have a hard time winning."

Inside the main hall, an elderly man with a white beard, dressed in a purple robe, bowed.

"Even if we could kill Yuwen Jue at this point, it would be meaningless."

"Your Majesty, I request that an imperial decree be immediately issued, ordering the Marquis of Qingyang to withdraw his troops and cease hostilities, lest—"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Zhao Yu's voice rang out from in front of the light array.

"If the goal is simply to surround and kill Yuwen Jue, why push the battlefield outside Yun Cang City?"

Zhao Yu's face showed excitement as he stared intently at the light screen in front of him: "Daoist Yunmiao, please illuminate the area within a radius of five hundred li around Yuncang City."

Daoist Yunmiao nodded, and the immortal light in his hand caused the light array in front of him to tremble, and streams of light turned into ripples.

The scene changes amidst the interplay of light and shadow, and the bird's-eye view recedes from a radius of tens of miles.

Fifty miles.

Hundreds of miles.

Three hundred miles.

Five hundred miles!
The scene in the picture has been blurred, and only endless crimson can be seen.

That's... malevolent energy!
Military formation, menacing aura!
Inside the main hall, everyone stared wide-eyed and held their breath.

"Lord Qingyang, he... he mobilized so many troops from the eastern border..."

Minister of Rites Wang Anzhi murmured to himself, his face showing bewilderment. A vast expanse of crimson stretched for five hundred li—that was the gathering of countless troops!

"The military prowess of these three men—Duke Han Qi of Ningguo, Vice Minister of War Zhou Chang, and Marquis Ji Liang of Xichang—is probably unmatched by many in the entire Qin Dynasty."

Zhao Yu looked at the light screen and smiled slightly.

"With just a letter from Marquis Qingyang, if these three military commanders stationed in the Eastern Territory cannot mobilize the three million troops of the Eastern Territory to Yuncang City, then they are not qualified to command troops in the Eastern Territory."

Ningguo Gong Han Qi represented military merit.

Zhou Chang, the Vice Minister of War, represented the Confucian officials.

Ji Liang, the Marquis of Xichang, represented the ministers personally appointed by Emperor Yuankang in the Grand Council.

These three were all top military strategists in the Qin Dynasty and were absolutely trusted by the emperor.

The three men's control over the battle, their grasp of timing, and their cooperation with Qingyang Hou were beyond the comprehension of outsiders!
Zhao Yu's voice echoed in the hall, and everyone's expression changed, becoming complex.

"They...wouldn't...be planning a war against Wei?" Zhang Hengqu, the headmaster of the Imperial Academy, asked in a low voice.

By gathering the army from the eastern border in one place, is it possible that they are really going to launch a war against the Eastern Wei?

Zhao Yu chuckled softly but remained silent.

The others' eyes gleamed.

Han Qi represents the Wuxun family. In this era of upheaval and the rise of countless geniuses, the Wuxun family also needs to demonstrate its strength and accumulate merits.

Zhou Chang had waited for many years for the position of Vice Minister of War. In order to take the next step and become Minister of War, he dared to do anything.

As for Marquis Xichang, Ji Liang, the Grand Council needs military achievements to prove that His Majesty's judgment was correct.

Inside the main hall, Emperor Yuankang's eyes were filled with endless depth as he remained silent.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The war drums thundered, and the warhorses galloped with a deafening roar.

When 150,000 Crimson Dragon Riders charged out of Yuncang City, the continuous war drums and the trembling of the galloping horses caused the Yuncang River to surge.

Yuwen Changfeng, who led the army out of the city, had a drastic change in expression and looked up at the sky.

Crimson clouds tore through the heavens and earth, and endless bloodthirsty energy surged forth, as if to engulf Yuncang City.

On the city wall of Yuncang, the four Grandmasters of Eastern Wei all changed their expressions.

The endless, sprawling army, the soaring aura of blood and killing intent, even made a Grandmaster feel a tremor in their mind and a chill in their heart.

"At least a million troops..."

Prince Tuoba Shanyue of Zhenhai had a grim expression. He gritted his teeth and looked at the large army that was gathering around him.

"Does Zhang Qingyang not only want to kill Yuwen Jue, but also seize Yuncang City?" Xiahou Zheng, a royal retainer, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

His gaze fell upon the slowly moving wooden carriage, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"If the four of us join forces and attack the central army, could we—"

Xiahou Zheng's voice stopped.

From within the wooden carriage, a figure clad in black armor, with his hand on a long sword, stepped out.

"Zheng——"

The sound of the long sword being drawn was slow and deep, yet it resounded through the sky.

Zhang Yuan drew his long sword, holding it at an angle.

Grandmaster Chu Chaoyang stepped out of the carriage, gripped the reins, and gave a long shout, and the two dragon steeds galloped forward.

Zhang Yuan stood on the vehicle frame, knife in hand, his aura and the power of his qi and blood condensing into an endless killing intent.

"boom--"

At this moment, all the great formations of the Heavenly Suppression Division were activated, with billions of lightning bolts rising and streams of light converging.

The bloodthirsty aura of three million soldiers poured in, transforming into towering mountain shadows that crashed down upon Yuwen Jue, who stood isolated before Yun Cang City.

Even a grandmaster at the height of his power would have his bones shattered and be unable to move an inch under such suppression!

Yuwen Jue's body trembled as he slowly turned around.

Galloping warhorses, rumbling carriages, and the cold glint of long swords.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

The gleaming blade sliced ​​across his neck.

Blood splattered, and the head flew high into the air.

A towering pillar of energy and light rose into the sky, accompanied by a trembling sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

The carriage spun around, and the two dragon-horse steeds reared up, their four hooves pounding down heavily.

The long sword dripped blood and was slowly raised.

"My Great Qin——"

Zhang Yuan stood on the frame of the vehicle and shouted to the sky.

"mighty--"

The roar of three million soldiers shattered the clouds!

His gaze shifted from the 150,000 Crimson Dragon Riders in front of Yuncang City to the four Grandmasters on the city wall.

Zhang Yuan slowly pointed his blade forward.

(End of this chapter)