Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 651 Departure, East Sea

His combat power surpasses Mu Xuan's?
In the main hall, Su Jing's face showed surprise.

Emperor Yuankang's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

really.

Zhang Yuan sent him a very detailed dossier detailing the events of that battle at Yinma Plain.

However, Emperor Yuankang still had some doubts about Zhang Yuan's claim that his combat strength was no less than that of someone at the Dao Inquiry Realm.

He thought that Mu Xuan's cultivation was too high, and Zhang Yuan could not see through it.

After all, Zhang Yuan was a Grandmaster at the fourth level of the Free and Unfettered Realm, while Mu Xuan was a Great Grandmaster at the fourth level of the Dao.

"Does Mr. Mu Xuan mean that Marquis Qingyang's combat strength is sufficient to fight against those who seek enlightenment?"

Su Jing took a deep breath and looked at Mu Xuan.

Mu Xuan shook his head.

"It's not that we can fight, it's that we can win."

"Zhang Qingyang's physical body is so well-preserved that I have never seen anything like it."

"His talent..."

Mu Xuan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything more.

Compared to the immense power forged through physical tempering, Zhang Yuan's talent is truly monstrous.

Boxing.

Knife skills.

Swordsmanship.

Thunder Magic.

During their time at the Donghan County government, Mu Xuan was always awestruck by Zhang Yuan's extraordinary comprehension during their every interaction.

Therefore, Mu Xuancai was extremely fortunate that he had accepted a disciple on behalf of his master in advance.

Neither Emperor Yuankang nor Su Jing spoke in the main hall.

They have a deep understanding of Zhang Yuan's potential and comprehension.

Emperor Yuankang looked out of the main hall, his eyes gleaming.

Two days later, the Imperial City Teleportation Array was activated.

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Donghan County.

The 50,000 guards of the Marquis of Qingyang have not yet been trained, but their armor and weapons have already been arranged.

They have plenty of food every day, and also receive elixirs.

According to several military commanders, Marquis Qingyang only needs 30,000 personal guards, and nearly half of their 50,000 men will be eliminated.

They have passed the checkpoints set by Marquis Qingyang, but that does not mean they can truly become Marquis Qingyang's personal guards.

This has made everyone feel a sense of crisis.

Many new recruits spend all their time, except for meals and rest, practicing on the training ground.

Especially those martial artists whose cultivation level has not yet reached the Innate Realm, train like crazy, fearing that they will be eliminated soon.

With the advancement of the power of heaven and earth in Yongtian Continent, there are now countless innate realm martial artists with arms weighing two thousand jin each.

"Woo——"

As the bugle sounded, the entire camp instantly erupted in cheers.

With their blood and energy surging, squads of soldiers straightened their armor and lined up in formation on the drill ground.

The warhorses galloped, and thousands of black-armored soldiers lined up, their banners fluttering in the wind.

Five black-armored warriors led the way, followed by their accompanying officers.

The Imperial Guard has five commanders, the first of whom is Yu Wanjun, a Grandmaster who came from the Zhen Tian Division and now holds a military post in Donghan County.

Yu Wanjun was also the first commander of the Imperial Guard Battalion.

Xue Dingyue, the commander of the Second Battalion, was a top figure among the younger generation in the capital, having served in the Northern Wall forces.

Jin Yuelin, the commander of the Third Battalion, came from the Shadow Division and was originally under the command of Zhang Yuan's personal guards.

The fourth is Yuchi Changshan, son of Yuchi Feng, the commander of the Red Scale Army.

Yu Chifeng and Zhang Yuan had a life-or-death bond; without Zhang Yuan's help, Yu Chifeng would not have been able to secure his position as commander of the Crimson Scale Army.

Yuchi Feng had long harbored the idea of ​​sending his only son, Yuchi Changshan, to train under Zhang Yuan.

The fifth commander of the Imperial Guard Battalion was Chen Wu, who had followed Zhang Yuan since Luyang Prefecture.

Chen Wu's talent and ability are no less than others, and most importantly, Chen Wu is Zhang Yuan's confidant, and his loyalty is beyond doubt.

Following the five commanders, there were dozens of captains, each with surging blood and qi, and at least at the late stage of the Innate Realm.

"By order of Marquis Qingyang, the Imperial Guard Battalion is to assemble and undergo training."

As the warhorse stood at attention, Yu Wanjun let out a long shout, his voice echoing across the camp.

The assemblies and training have finally begun! Everyone's eyes are filled with excitement.

They were well-fed and well-drinked in the camp, but everyone felt uneasy.

Yu Wanjun's gaze swept across the surroundings, and the aura of a Grandmaster gathered on his body.

The combined aura and murderous intent of the other generals behind him transformed into a pale golden tiger phantom.

"Once the training begins, we will be Qin soldiers, and our lives will be uncertain."

"It's not too late to quit now."

Yu Wanjun swept his dragon-shaped battle halberd horizontally, creating a golden path of light and shadow that stretched for a thousand feet.

"Those who wish to withdraw must remove their armor and step out of the camp within a hundred breaths, and from then on have no further connection with my personal guard."

The entire training ground was completely silent.

Of the 50,000 soldiers, not a single one moved.

Only a fool would do that.

After a hundred breaths, the golden light shattered, and Yu Wanjun let out a long laugh, clasped his hands and shouted: "Good, from now on, I and you are comrades-in-arms, sharing life and death."

He raised his hand, raised his arm, and shouted: "How can we say we have no clothes—"

Behind them, Xue Dingyue and the others looked up, their blood and qi exploding and turning into a towering crimson light.

"We are comrades in arms!"

Throughout the entire camp, the blood and qi of the 50,000 soldiers surged, and everyone shouted in unison: "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes with you!"

For these 50,000 soldiers, although they often sang this battle song before, they had never felt such a tremor in their hearts as they did at this moment.

Everyone felt their blood boiling, and even if they died in battle, they would have no regrets.

Yu Wanjun raised his hand.

The camp fell silent instantly.

"Set off."

As soon as Yu Wanjun finished speaking, his warhorse turned and galloped away.

The entire camp, with 50,000 soldiers, marched out in a grand procession.

They traveled swiftly to the banks of the Jiuchuan River, where thirty large ships, each a hundred feet long, were already waiting.

All the soldiers boarded the ship in silence, and the large ship sailed downstream, followed by more than ten other large ships along the way.

"Senior brother, cough, platoon leader, where are we going?" In the cabin, a young soldier in his early twenties looked at the river outside and asked in a low voice.

The young man in his thirties sitting in front of him shook his head, his hands resting on the hilt of his sword, and said calmly, "I don't know."

do not know.

No one knew where the fleet was headed.

After the boat passes through Jiuchuan Lock, the mighty Yuncang River comes into view.

"Open the floodgates."

Two simple words overshadowed all the roar.

The bronze gate of Jiuchuan Sluice, which had remained unmoved for millennia, suddenly rose with a roar, and the sickening sound of the mechanism turning came from the bottom of the river.

Iron-gray waves crashed against the ship's hull, and thirty hundred-foot-long ironclad warships crushed the last ripples of the Jiuchuan River.

Fifty thousand black-armored guards stood silently like a forest, with only the faint clanging of metal chains at their waists echoing in the river breeze.

The moment the fleet broke through the Jiuchuan Lock, a golden light cleaved through the morning mist.

The Yuncang River resembles an ancient dragon turning over, its turbid waves carrying millennia-old river sand rushing eastward, the crests of waves carved out by the bronze ramming horn at the bow of the boat reaching hundreds of feet high.

The new recruits were frozen in place by the view outside the porthole.

That was not the docile country riverbed of my memory at all, but thousands of untamed thunderous beasts roaring between heaven and earth.

"reef!"

"Turn the helm!"

The shouts of the lookout at the top of the mast were drowned out by the waves, and the three-story-high mainsail crashed down.

The warship's keel emitted a teeth-grinding groan, and in the whirlpool stirred up by the propeller at the stern, the shredded remains of centuries-old wood could be vaguely seen.

"Look! It's a Zhenhai Whale!"

Someone suddenly pointed to the starboard side.

A hundred giant azure-scaled beasts burst forth from the waves, their bronze rams on their backs bearing a design identical to those of the Yun Cang Navy's warships.

At the very front, a bare-chested strongman stands on the whale's head, his eighteen-foot harpoon pinning a red-eyed water ghost that was trying to climb onto the ship's hull to the wave wall.

These Qin Dynasty naval slaying whales sank into the river and disappeared from sight.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, the river opened up like a vast ocean, and twelve towering warships emerged from the fog, their blood-red battle flags embroidered with the character "Wu" fluttering in the wind.

Amidst the roar of the waves, the long howls of the Nine Yang Sword Sect disciples could be faintly heard. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the ten-zhang-long wall of waves crashing in front of them was actually split into two water curtains.

"That is, Yinma Plain."

(End of this chapter)