Chapter 1507: Chapter 472_4
Xia Hong mentioned "our own people," naturally referring to those from Great Xia, Jiang Xinfan knew this well and immediately bowed his hands and responded, "Yes, there are a total of 53 Cold Resistance Level protectors participating in this uprising. Among them, 8 are our own, 5 were people Ji Hong recruited in Chen Cang, and the remainder were all dispatched by the Yanling Headquarters of the Frost Ash Association."
"You go right now to pass orders to sixteen Branch Leaders, instruct them to disperse immediately with their teams. Those confident they won’t be spotted by Yanling County, let them return to their previous villages, and those not confident should flee quickly, there’s not much time left; also, instruct those Cold Resistance Level protectors to take their trusted aides and disperse around the eastern perimeter of Su Field, all be ready..."
As Xia Hong outlined his plan, Jiang Xinfan looked both shocked and confused. Once Xia Hong finished instructing him, he couldn’t help but ask, "Lord, three thousand County Guard Army, plus two thousand Subordinate Bureau personnel, Chen Yuanyan’s strength is not weak either, relying on you alone..."
"Enough, hurry up and do as I instructed!"
Xia Hong didn’t listen to him finish. His body suddenly shot out and flew straight above the army.
Jiang Xinfan watched Xia Hong standing in the air, hesitated on his face, then suddenly realized something, looked down in the rebel army camp for a while, and upon spotting some protectors wearing ghost masks with red-faced fangs, he immediately flew down.
The 51 Cold Resistance Level protectors, 16 Branch Leaders, more than half of them were right on the battlefield below. Xia Hong asked him to notify these people, and naturally, he had to inform those on the scene first.
Just the chance to notify these people allowed him to keep an eye on the Lord, lest anything unexpected happened, he could help in time.
"Madam sent me to Chen Cang in March, collaborating with Ji Hong was a secondary mission, the main mission was to find the Lord, and now that we’ve finally found him, there can’t be any more problems."
Jiang Xinfan quickly found the Cold Resistance Level protectors below and began to relay Xia Hong’s orders to them, while he also kept an eye on the situation with Xia Hong.
"If there were more troops, or if there’s some other method, I fear it may be difficult to influence the battle, but with just over three thousand people..."
Xia Hong looked down at the army below, a proud smile appeared on his face, he understood clearly what Jiang Xinfan was worried about, fearing he couldn’t change the course of the current battle alone.
Three years ago when he first arrived at Cai Qiu, it certainly would’ve been impossible.
But now...
Xia Hong lightly shook his longsword, his body suddenly jolted, the immense energy within his bones poured out entirely, instantly emptying the air within a five-mile radius, momentarily causing the battlefield below to fall into a brief standstill.
"Everyone raise shields, chariots hold the front line!"
Below, Chen Yuanyan had never taken his eyes off Xia Hong from start to finish. Although he didn’t hear clearly what the two just discussed, Xia Hong took another person’s mask in hand, then flew to the army’s sky, and now shook his longsword, releasing the overwhelming bone energy, he was staring unwaveringly through the entire process.
"50, at least 50 Jun or more, enough strength to affect the outcome of a battle, how could the Frost Ash Association assign such a powerful expert for a Lu River Valley uprising, it’s over, all over now!"
Chen Yuanyan, with only 9 Jun of strength, naturally couldn’t perceive Xia Hong’s true power, but this overwhelming bone energy was enough for him to estimate Xia Hong to have over 50 Jun of strength.
He roared for soldiers below to raise shields to resist, but his heart was already desolate. Xianyang Level may not be invincible in front of the army, but it depends on the army’s exact might.
County Guard Army, the weakest troop type in Chen Cang, and now there’s just barely over three thousand people left, not to mention having battled rebels for nearly an hour, while not exhausted yet, they aren’t at their peak condition either.
There were historical cases in Moao River, where even the most ordinary Cold Resistance Level troop, over a thousand could threaten about 10 Jun Xianyang Level, three thousand could hold against roughly 20 Jun Xianyang Level, only five thousand could reasonably confront approximately 30 Jun Xianyang Level.
Only thousands can resist 50 Jun and beyond!
The threat here does not include killing, to kill Xianyang Level, without special means, it’s impossible for anyone below Xianyang Level to achieve.
Flying Ability is not to be trifled with.
As the commander appointed personally by Chu Tianxu at Lu River Camp, even amidst utter despair, Chen Yuanyan dared not show his feelings, after angrily ordering the army to brace themselves, he rushed to the forefront, lifted his longsword, prepared to resist Xia Hong’s impending monumental strike.
"Ha......"
Xia Hong moved!
He didn’t even act first but instead waited for the army below to put their formation ready, then suddenly charged down towards the foremost line of the army, with his longsword trailing behind, as it landed, it suddenly slashed downward.
Woo......
The airflow quietly gathered at the tip of the stick, the fierce wind huffed and roared, the speed of the longsword was too fast, causing air from all directions to instantly coalesce, the black Coiling Dragon Stick, merely about a yard long in Xia Hong’s hand, unexpectedly conjured a black stick wind of roughly three to four hundred meters, drawing a semicircle in mid-air from back to front, then abruptly landed.
Bang......
Sky collapsed and ground shattered, mountain echoed and sea roared, earth shook and mountain rocked, devastation and decay, all adjectives become pale and weak in face of Xia Hong’s strike.
The concept of a stick wind over three hundred meters long, nearly plowed directly from the front line to the back of the army, the moment the stick wind landed, it blasted open a deep trench on the ground, about tens of meters deep and five to six meters wide.
Boom......
