Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 605 My fate is in my own hands, not yours!
"That is, Young Master Jiyang."

Beside the head of the Xu family, the Xu family elder, dressed in a martial robe, smiled.

He had once given Xu Jiyang pointers on his martial arts skills, and now he felt honored to have done so.

In everyone's eyes, Xu Jiyang, dressed in black scale armor, held a spear and rode a black horse, followed by eight armored soldiers also on horseback.

Further behind were two squads of armored soldiers carrying long spears.

Although they had only been training for three days, their military bearing was already quite imposing.

"Is Young Master Jiyang's team a sure winner?"

"That's right, look at their momentum."

The members of the prominent families who were standing nearby spoke with a hint of arrogance.

Aristocratic families have their own pride.

"Are those martial arts practitioners over there? Why are they all wearing leather armor?"

Not far away, some people whispered in confusion.

"Yes, didn't they say that Marquis Qingyang made arrangements, with no restrictions on the type of soldiers and armor? Xu Jiyang even rode a warhorse." Someone said, looking at the group of soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying swords.

“What do you know? Chang Gu and the others are all from the martial arts world. They are skilled in close combat and are agile. Naturally, they can move even faster when wearing leather armor.” An old man in a blue cloth robe shook his head. “Look at those soldiers who are from commoner families.”

Before everyone's eyes, the soldiers were dressed in heavy armor, carrying large shields, and surrounded by swords, spears, bows, and crossbows.

They moved slowly, as if they simply couldn't carry so many weapons.

"Hehe, having more weapons doesn't necessarily make a difference. Although the Qin army's armor and weapons are superior, they aren't arranged like this." Someone below the city chuckled.

At this moment, on the mountain ridge more than ten miles outside Yunming City, many martial arts masters stood tall.

Holding a long sword, Chen Jiuyue stood atop a pine tree, with several young elites from the Eastern Territory beside him.

“Brother Jiuyue, what does Marquis Qingyang mean by this? If this battle is a contest between scions of aristocratic families and martial artists from the Jianghu, it is quite interesting.”

Beside Chen Jiuyue, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a moon-white martial arts robe and carrying a green-edged longsword, spoke up.

"It's really not very interesting to bring out these commoners who have been trained for three days."

The thirty-year-old man on the other side looked impatient: "Does Marquis Qingyang want these commoners to understand that they have no right to participate in important military affairs?"

Chen Jiuyue shook his head, his expression grave.

He recalled the scene outside Yuncang City, where three million soldiers gathered in a bloody ferocity, and the Marquis of Qingyang killed Grandmaster Yuwen Jue with a single punch.

He had witnessed the might of the Qin army.

However, how much combat strength can a soldier who has undergone three days of training have? How can they compete with martial arts masters and scions of noble families?

Imperial City.

Chongwu Hall.

Today, Chongwu Hall is the permanent residence of the Grand Council, where Grand Councilor Sun Qi and several other officials of the Grand Council reside.

Inside the Chongwu Hall, Emperor Yuankang, dressed in black casual clothes and wearing a golden crown, stood with his hands behind his back.

Before him was a phantom light screen, reflecting the scene outside Yunming Prefecture.

Inside the main hall, Duke Cao, Fang Jue, Duke Cheng, Lu Jun, Duke Chen, and several other dukes stood solemnly.

Beside him were several war marquises stationed in the imperial city, as well as several military officers from the Ministry of War.

Inside the main hall, no one spoke; everyone watched silently as the images on the light screen appeared.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

As the war drums sounded, three squads of soldiers slowly advanced.

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Holding a spear and riding his horse, Xu Jiyang looked up and saw his family head, elders, and other members of the Yunming Mansion families in the distance.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

The patriarch has sent a message: do not achieve a great victory.

Don't want to win?
Is this what you mean?

I, Xu Jiyang, am afraid this is the only chance I'll ever have in my life. You're telling me not to win?
My fate is in my own hands, not in yours!
His gaze shifted to the opposite side.

Chang Gu, clad in light armor, also looked up, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. Both Chang Gu and the martial artists behind him were filled with excitement and a thirst for victory.

In the martial arts world of the Eastern Frontier, these lowly martial artists yearn to be seen by the world!

Two days ago, the Songyuan Martial Sect Master behind Chang Gu, along with dozens of grandmasters and half-step grandmasters from Liuyang Prefecture, had already arrived.

They practically taught Chang Gu's team step by step.

For martial artists like Chang Gu who are at the Acquired Realm, this kind of opportunity was something they never dared to dream of before.

Those seniors also promised that if they could win, each of them would take on a disciple.

Disciple of a Grandmaster!

In Chang Gu's eyes, there was a burning flame.

"Relax." Chen Wu stopped a short distance away.

"I will not participate in this battle." Chen Wu said calmly, his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist. He imitated Zhang Yuan's posture and said loudly, "so as not to win unfairly."

He shook his head and whispered, "It was already an unfair victory."

Behind him, the thirty heavily armored soldiers, armed with swords, shields, and spears, nodded. Their faces were hidden by visors, but the tension in their eyes was obvious.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

War drums sounded.

Behind Xu Jiyang, cavalry and soldiers gathered and formed a triangular formation with him.

It wasn't very well-organized, but it already resembled a military formation.

On the opposite side, Chang Gu and the lightly armored soldiers behind him quickly dispersed, their figures shifting and scattering within a radius of a hundred feet.

The group, armed with swords and knives, bent slightly and moved with the agility of rabbits.

"kill--"

Xu Jiyang swept his spear horizontally, his warhorse leaped out, and the battle formation behind him followed closely.

Chang Gu remained silent, then leaped forward, and the other scattered soldiers followed him out.

Their two teams' goals—

They were all soldiers in heavy armor!
The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves obscured half of the training ground. Xu Jiyang's twelve-foot steel spear tore through the dust, and the bronze patterns flowing on the spearhead emitted a three-inch cold gleam under the scorching sun.

This twenty-year-old eldest son of the Xu family of Yunming Prefecture was striking the Xuanlin rhinoceros hide waist guard heavily with the butt of his spear shaft, making his warhorse even faster.

"Run it over!"

As he roared, the veins on his neck bulged like a coiled dragon, and the warhorses behind him suddenly spread out in a double-wing formation, leaving trails of dust in their charge.

A crisp sound, like metal clashing, came from a hundred feet away.

Chang Gu swung his long sword in a backhand motion, the blade scraping across the blue bricks of the training ground, sparks flying out in arcs.

The scattered lightly armored soldiers ran quickly, their swords dragging on the ground, adjusting themselves to the most suitable stance for attack.

The battlefield situation can change in an instant!

"Xu Jiyang, what is he going to do..." Beside the Xu family head, the Su family head, dressed in a gray robe, stared wide-eyed.

We had already agreed that we couldn't win a major victory; we had to save face for Marquis Qingyang...

"Alright, let's deal with the ordinary soldiers first, then we'll settle things with the aristocratic families. Today, let the world see the splendor of the Eastern Jianghu." The sect leader of Songyuan Martial Sect clenched his fist and spoke in a low voice.

The disciples of Songyuan Martial Sect beside him, as well as the martial artists from Liuyang Prefecture, all had flushed faces and their qi and blood were surging.

The surrounding people, watching the galloping warhorses and their fleeting figures, couldn't help but cheer.

Who fights whom, who wins and who loses, is not important to them.

As long as it's played, it'll be a good watch.

On the city wall, Zhang Yuan remained calm, as did everyone else around him.

Are heavily armored soldiers arrayed in formation so easy to break through?

(End of this chapter)