Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 607 My Lord, this humble servant... this humble servant is not satisfied.
The steel teeth that popped out from the edge of the black iron shield scraped across the ground, kicking up a cloud of gravel.

Xu Jiyang hurriedly rolled to dodge, but his armor was torn by the steel teeth, causing fragments of scales to fly up.

Five young noblemen who couldn't dodge in time were caught in the shield formation. Their steel breastplates were as fragile as paper under the rotating steel teeth, and their bodies were slashed open, blood splattering everywhere.

They had already been judged to be defeated, but now, just standing there, they were all drawn into the battle.

The martial artists who had gathered outside the shield formation were instantly felled to the ground by the shield's sharp blades, like wheat being harvested.

A tidal wave of gasps erupted outside the drill ground.

The ferocity of the armored shield formation left these unsophisticated civilians wide-eyed with astonishment.

The surface of the tortoise-shell-like shield array was covered with steel spikes of varying lengths.

When they were still, these weapons were all contained inside the shield. Now, as they rotated, they all popped out, and the entire shield array instantly turned into a steel hedgehog!
Chang Gu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, reached out and grabbed a long knife from the ground. His face turned red, and with a roar, he suddenly leaped more than two zhang into the air.

Seven lightly armored warriors behind him simultaneously threw out grappling hooks, attempting to break through from the air.

Martial artists in the martial arts world are not good at battle formations, but they excel at close combat.

As long as Chang Gu can charge into the middle of the shield formation, he dares to sweep through the army formation single-handedly!

"Bam—"

With one foot planted on a large shield, Chang Gu landed on the shield array in the blink of an eye.

"Good!" the disciples of Songyuan Wuzong roared.

Nearby, several martial arts masters finally showed some smiles.

In terms of battle formations, martial artists from the Jianghu are inferior, but once they get close, their skills are simply beyond the ability of ordinary soldiers to withstand.

Although this battle was full of twists and turns, in the end—

When Chang Gu's boots finally stepped into the shield formation, everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the formation.

"Scatter—"

A long shout rang out from the battlefield.

Thirty heavily armored soldiers, dragging large shields, retreated several steps, their formation dispersing into a circle, surrounding Chang Gu.

The scorching sun warped the training ground, but the thirty heavily armored soldiers remained as immovable as steel fortresses.

The sunlight reflected off the shield was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes; the only sounds were the constant hum of machinery.

"Heh, in the face of an absolutely defensive military formation, an individual's bravery is like an ant trying to shake a tree." On the city wall, Bai Shaoting, standing not far from Zhang Yuan, shook his head slightly.

"Surround."

Someone spoke up from within the army formation.

Ten soldiers charged forward, each wielding a large shield.

"Yu——"

The sound rose again, and the ten soldiers in the middle raised their spears.

The ten soldiers behind turned around, their crossbows pointing at the martial artists in light armor scattered outside the army formation.

Structured.

At this moment, the sounds around the drill ground gradually subsided.

Looking at the well-organized and layered military formation, whether they were ordinary onlookers, members of noble families, or martial artists, all wore thoughtful expressions.

From the very beginning of this martial arts exercise, this military formation was completely different from that of scions of noble families and martial artists from the Jianghu.

"A good soldier is one who obeys orders without question and can achieve this level of discipline." In the Chongwu Hall of the Imperial City, a lieutenant general of the Imperial Guard, clad in armor, said softly.

“Actually, soldiers from the Eastern Border are not prohibited from entering the Imperial City’s guard posts,” Grand Councilor Sun Qi suddenly spoke up from the side.

The others in the main hall looked at each other but remained silent.

The Imperial Guards were a privilege reserved for the sons of military merits in the Imperial City.

Under normal circumstances, there would certainly be people who voice their opposition.

But at this time, the eastern border was conscripting 50 million soldiers, clearly intending to unleash a massive wave that would sweep across the world.

When faced with a major trend, many things can no longer be done by sticking to the old ways.

"Bam—"

In the middle of the drill ground, Chang Gu threw a punch, knocking a soldier with a shield back four or five steps.

He slashed horizontally with his sword, striking the three large shields on either side of him, sending sparks flying.

Four soldiers retreated, while soldiers on the other side charged forward with shields.

Chang Gu held a knife in one hand and a fist in the other, smashing and slashing with his fist.

His martial prowess is beyond question.

His combat prowess is truly remarkable.

But while a sword can repel an enemy, it cannot break through a shield.

The fist could knock back the soldiers, but it could not injure them.

In everyone's eyes, Chang Gu became more and more courageous in battle.

However, his room for maneuver was getting smaller and smaller. "Save Brother Chang!"

Outside the formation, a lightly armored warrior wielding a long sword shouted and leaped into the air.

Unfortunately, he had only charged two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) when three crossbow bolts struck him in the chest. The blunt arrows knocked him pale and forced him to stumble backward.

The others who were rushing forward stopped in their tracks.

Within the military formation, ten large shields formed a pincer movement.

Ten soldiers used their shoulders to brace against the large shield, pressing Chang Gu firmly in the middle.

The second team of ten soldiers stepped forward, thrusting their spears to block Chang Gu's arms, waist, and legs.

"rise--"

The large shield was withdrawn, and ten long spears rose up, lifting Chang Gu's body into the air.

Military exercises determined that the suspect was captured alive.

When the commander-in-chief is defeated, all the troops are defeated.

Outside the military formation, the lightly armored soldiers holding swords and knives showed dejection on their faces.

The army slowly retreated, the ten spears were withdrawn, and Chang Gu slumped to the ground, his face filled with melancholy.

He lost.

"Brother Chang."

Several lightly armored soldiers stepped forward, their faces full of shame.

Chang Gu slowly stood up, looking at the neatly arranged soldiers, his expression changing.

Outside the training ground, everyone's eyes were on the newly reorganized military unit.

This troop of soldiers stood motionless in place, seemingly unaffected by any great victory.

"This...this is a newly trained army?"

"No way, I bet the Marquis of Qingyang found some elite soldiers in the army."

"Exactly, how could they possibly achieve this level of skill with just three days of training..."

Below the city walls, hushed whispers arose.

Not only did ordinary people not believe it, but even members of powerful families and martial artists did not believe it.

"My lord, I, I refuse to submit!" Xu Jiyang looked up at the city wall and shouted.

Xu Jiyang's voice immediately silenced the area outside the training ground.

Pointing to the group of soldiers standing at attention, Xu Jiyang said loudly, "This humble officer does not believe that they are soldiers who have only been training for three days."

Xu Jiyang's voice echoed, and everyone looked up at the position on the city wall where Zhang Yuan was.

"Heh, just a newborn calf, still lacking in vision." On the city wall, Du Mingyuan, the garrison commander of Xiangnan Prefecture, murmured softly.

The others smiled slightly and nodded gently.

Without joining the military, it's difficult to understand the difference between an ordinary martial artist and someone truly honed in the military.

The soldiers below the city are still too inexperienced.

Zhang Yuan remained calm, his gaze fixed on Chen Wu, who had remained motionless on the training ground.

Chen Wu stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting: "Indeed, there are veterans among them who have served for three years."

There was a veteran who had served for three years!

No wonder!
I knew it! How could they possibly defeat those scions of noble families and martial arts masters so easily after just three days of intensive training?
As Chen Wu's voice fell, a commotion arose around them.

"That's not fair."

"Victory cannot be won without force."

"Let's have another match."

In the training ground, Chang Gu looked up at Chen Wu.

Xu Jiyang clenched his fist.

The head of the Xu family stroked his long beard, his brows furrowing slightly.

Xu Jiyang can lose, but he cannot lose in a way that is unclear and unjust.

Opposite them, the disciples of Songyuan Martial Sect and the martial artists of Liuyang all looked up, their blood and qi surging.

Chen Wu violated the rules of the martial arts competition and needs to give an explanation.

Otherwise, it would damage the prestige and reputation of Marquis Qingyang.

In the training ground, Chen Wu stood upright, looking at the group of soldiers covered in iron armor.

"Qian Dayang, step forward."

Chen Wu shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)