Xin Zhuo stood calmly, looking at the red sun that had just risen in the eastern sky, squinting his eyes slightly. He never thought that one day he would be able to lead thousands of troops on the battlefield.
But now that it has happened, Xin Zhuo not only wants to break through the powerful martial arts realm, but also wants to reason with the countries in the Western Regions!
Not only does he want to be the master with the highest martial arts level, he also wants to be the master of the Western Region, the king of the Western Region!
People, sometimes you have to fight hard!
His eyes swept over Jiang Guyen, Yuchi Jun, Tuoba Kedi, Zhan Tengkun, Lin Haotian, Bai Xuanji, Jiang Yuxi, Jiang Maner, Jiang Shisan, Yuchi Shuozhen and others.
Then he looked at the elite Western Qin army that could not be seen to the end.
Everyone looked serious and their eyes were blazing.
Xin Zhuo tightened his grip on the cold iron spear and said in a loud and calm voice: "Today, I, Jiang Yuqing, will lead you to conquer the countries in the Western Regions. The Western Qin Army will be invincible! Every attack will be invincible! Wherever the sun and moon come, it will be our Western Qin Army. His subordinates have been defeated! Every place where humans live is our hunting ground!”
"The Western Qin army is mighty! Long live the king!"
In the distance, veins popped out on Yan Kuizong's first forehead, and he shouted loudly.
"The Western Qin army is mighty! Long live the king!"
The 140,000 troops shouted in unison, endlessly, and the sound shook the sky.
Like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.
Xin Zhuo has already mounted the descendant of his father Jiang Wen's original mount, a divine horse with double horns and snake scales. It is carrying a spear. The golden armor shines in the sun. The horse raises its hooves and roars, and the spear is raised high: "Go!"
"Boom boom boom..."
The 140,000-strong army launched into a dense and thundering clash of armors and the sound of horse hooves and footsteps.
Follow the footsteps of the king!
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On the city wall in the distance, Jiang Hu's heart was filled with excitement, his face was filled with red light, and he murmured: "He is braver than his father and my brothers back then! This kid is finally going to take action, take action!"
Jia Si Kong, Juan Sisi Fairy and Grandma Ling looked at each other and couldn't hide their excitement. They were at a high level and were not people whose moods fluctuated at will, but at this moment, their hearts were beating fast.
"I wonder what the outcome will be in this decisive battle?"
Fairy Juan Sisi looked at Jiang Hu: "How confident is the general?"
Jiang Hu looked stunned: "This... I don't know. This guy didn't tell me anything! Even my daughter didn't want to say more to me!"
He sighed leisurely, a little disappointed.
Jia Xikongdan said indifferently: "Why don't we go with the army and take a look at the outcome of this unprecedented battle that determines the land of Western Qin and even the Western Regions?"
Grandma Ling smiled: "Just what I want!"
The four of them looked at each other, and in a flash, they went straight to pursue the army.
On top of a deep mountain ten miles away.
Mr. Dongfang, who was wearing a washed white Confucian shirt and gray hair, silently looked at the Western Qin army that stretched for more than ten miles with an uncertain expression.
There were three people standing beside him, a strong young man, a beautiful girl and a strange woman with a unicorn and blood-red eyes.
"What do you think of this battle, great uncle?"
The handsome girl looked at Mr. Dongfang, her face also full of doubts.
Mr. Dongfang was silent for a long time, and then sighed softly: "Although that kid played many tricks and even created a plague, there are still 800,000 soldiers in the Western Region that can fight! Si Liuqi and Seth Na are the generals of the Western Region! "
"One hundred and forty thousand versus eight hundred thousand, haha..."
The sturdy young man smiled.
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The peak thirty miles north of Xingling Mansion.
At this moment, Feng Shuning, Ning Zhiwei, Tuoba Linger, Ling Junyao, Lu Jiu, Shui Qingliu and others stood in a row, quietly watching the army passing down the mountain.
A few months ago, there was a trial at the Fengtian Tower in the Taiping Palace. More than 700 people participated, but Jiang Yuqing led the puppets to kill more than 200 people. In the end, only 500 people entered, even though many wonderful things happened along the way. Something extraordinary.
For example, Feng Jian, Qin Yi and others were seriously injured and entered the illusion. By chance, they recovered in the illusion and then became brilliant.
For example, Princess Nanli seemed to be soft and weak, but she ended up killing everyone.
For another example, Princess Shengping, the most beautiful woman in the capital, was abandoned by her husband on the second day of her wedding and entered the Fengtian Tower. Because she was Jiang Yuqing's wife, she attracted all the hatred, but her intelligence was incredible, her skills were clever, and she was carefree. The writing resolves everything, and finally says: No matter how Jiang Yuqing tortures you, it is right, and how many people are worthy of being his opponent!
This beautiful princess even tortured everything in the end, defeating Feng Jian, Qin Yi and others. At the end, she was tied with Su Miaojin. The two tied for first place, forcing Taiping Palace to have another birth. A broken lotus in the sword array!
But no matter what, this Fengtian Tower trial has lost its original color. Everyone's light has been taken away by the shameful, hateful and helpless King of West Qin!
After Fengtian Tower, the turbulent situation in the Western Region has affected everyone's hearts!
They struggled over and over again and came all the way for no other reason than to be curious!
Looking at the endless, iron-blooded army running down the mountain, a group of people looked solemn, but their minds were already shaky.
Feng Shuning said softly: "You are really a mighty master, a warrior of the Western Qin Dynasty! That Jiang Yuqing is quite capable!"
Ning Zhi frowned slightly: "One hundred and forty thousand versus eight hundred thousand, I really don't know what he thinks. How dare he make such a decision?"
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"Boom boom boom..."
The army of the Western Qin Dynasty passed through Jinchuan Pass, walked along the banks of Ziwu River and Machuan Valley, and finally arrived at Xiaofeichuan, a vast field thousands of miles away, and stopped.
The army of the Western Regions, which had been tortured by the "plague" for the past two days, could not figure out the thoughts of the Western Qin Commandery King, but the three generals understood that the moment of decisive battle had come!
They didn't even bother to occupy the five prefectures of Xingling Prefecture, which had no defense at all. They only wanted to eat these hundreds of thousands of Western Qin soldiers.
Then he took 800,000 "healthy" elites from the Thirteen Kingdoms in the Western Regions and headed straight for Xiaofeichuan.
They don't even bother to conspire and pay attention to the changes in the battlefield. They just want to use their majestic and majestic troops to fight head-on, crush the Western Qin army, crush this powerful army that has been embedded in the Western Regions for more than two hundred years, and break the Great Zhou Dynasty. The invincible myth!
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The 140,000 troops of the Western Qin Dynasty have been lined up in a formation, stretching for more than ten miles, with flags covering the sky, spears like a forest, war horses neighing, and an invisible bloody murderous aura that can annihilate everything soar into the sky!
Xin Zhuo rode a two-horned demon horse and silently looked at the vast field ahead.
Hundreds of generals behind him were also watching calmly, but from time to time they looked at the back of the prince in front.
Half an hour later, a thunderous roar came from the distance, and then a long black line slowly appeared, and then the dense army of the Western Region slowly approached.
After a while, looking around, the sky was blocked and the sun was boundless. The cavalry and infantry in various armors from the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Western Regions were rushing toward them like waves with a huge, continuous and sky-high murderous aura.
The battle-worn horse under the veteran general Jiang Guyen was tapping its hooves uneasily. He was silent for a moment, then reined in the horse and stepped forward: "Where is the certainty of victory?"
As the prince's clan uncle and a capable general in hundreds of battles, even though he was already very convinced of the prince, he still asked.
