Chapter 375 Don’t Regard Me as a Hero?
Nearly 10,000 soldiers were guarding the outer gate, and all of them were Shangguan Qingcheng’s troops. After Shangguan Qingcheng was promoted to the general of Militarism, her territory could cover the military formation of 8,000 people. Plus the auxiliary forces, she now had nearly 10,000 soldiers.
Except for several thousand people who were defending the outer gate and the walls and fighting fiercely against the Hedong Army, Shangguan Qingcheng left 3,000 soldiers as the reserves. Those were her forces to make a last stand. Now, these 3,000 embattled soldiers could be used by Li Xian without time to assemble.
After Shangguan Qingcheng entered the formation, she raised her knife high and shouted with a firm look, “Military formation!”
“Yes!” the 3,000 soldiers roared at the same time, and their sound shook the air. From their momentum, they didn’t look depressed, but they seemed to have the courage to fight a deadly battle at the cost of their lives.
They were the 3,000 old soldiers of the Wolf-tooth Troop Shangguan Qingcheng led at the earliest time. They were all elite and experienced many bloody battles. Moreover, they had higher cohesion and loyalty than ordinary soldiers. They were Shangguan Qingcheng’s sharp weapons. When necessary, they could cover the army and die for the general.
Accompanied by the clear sound of the Spiritual Qi, the military formation of 3,000 soldiers finally got together as a whole. The brilliance that symbolized the power of the military formation, like a burning flame, surrounded all the soldiers.
At this point, Li Keyong’s military formation outside the outer gate was charging toward the outer gate!
The brilliance of Li Keyong’s military formation was clearly more solid and brighter than that of Shangguan Qingcheng’s military formation. This was the gap between the two people’s realms and their strength.
In the previous battles, Shangguan Qingcheng was suppressed by Li Keyong all the time. She couldn’t hold out for a long time, and she had to retreat, or she would be defeated, to say nothing of winning.
However, even so, when Shangguan Qingcheng led the military formation again, all the soldiers were eager to make a desperate fight in the last ditch instead of being afraid. Almost all the soldiers had high morale and determined to fight a deadly battle against the enemy.
Seeing this group of soldiers, Li Xian blinked and recalled his past. There was also love in his memory. It was as if he saw his comrades after experiencing ups and downs and suffering.
They fought side by side on the battlefield again.
The 800 guards of the Prince An’s Manor were the core backbone of the 3,000 earliest Wolf-tooth Troops.
The 800 guards of the Prince An’s Manor were the elite veterans chosen by old Prince An through 20 years’ bloody battles all over the country.
Yes, they fought against enemies side by side in the past.
Twenty years ago, leading 800 troops, he fought against the prairie savages for three days and nights in the battle of Gubeikou. That was the beginning of old Prince An’s military career.
From then on, leading his soldiers, old Prince An fought bloody battles against Qidan, Xi, and Dadan in the northern Great Wall for many years, against Tubo and Uighur in the northwest Lingwu county for many years, against Nanzhao in the southwest border for many years, and against the chaotic vassal states in the country for many years.
In the past 20 years, countless people died on the battlefield one after another. Their bodies were wrapped by horse skin and buried in a foreign land, and they couldn’t return home all their lives. Shangguan Qingcheng’s father was one of them.
Then, in the Battle of Bagong Mountain, old Prince An also died on the battlefield that year.
Twenty years later, only those 800 veterans were still guarding the Prince An’s Manor.
From beginning to end, these 800 people changed several times. When any of them died, his son or his brother would replace him. New generations replaced the old ones, from generation to generation.
How many of the 800 original veterans left until now?
At this moment, tears welled up in old Prince An’s eyes.
But a second later, his eyes became clear again, full of sharp aggressiveness.
Only a few years had passed since the Battle of Bagong Mountain. In this world, on this battlefield, could these thousands of soldiers still remember Li Xian, the virtuous prince who was invincible on the battlefield in the past?
Li Xian looked around all the soldiers in front of the military formation. His gaze stung in everyone’s heart, like a bee, making people tremble.
The flames of war were not out, and the enemy was not extinguished, so the veterans would never die.
There were 800 veterans in the past, and there were 3,000 elite soldiers at present.
Li Xian stretched out his hand. “Give me a spear!”
Not far away, Zhao Polu flung the long spear in his hand, almost without thinking, completely out of instinct.
The long spear reached his hand.
Li Xian turned to face the outer gate, and the long spear hit the ground heavily. At this moment, his cultivation burst out, and his Spiritual Qi exploded, making his hair and clothes flutter backward. His gray hair was almost parallel to the ground.
His eyes were as sharp as lightning. He shouted, “Military formation!”
Behind him, Shangguan Qingcheng, the vice-general, shouted, “Military formation!”
“Military formation!” 3,000 soldiers shouted like wolves!
At this moment, 3,000 soldiers stared at Li Xian’s back, and they had a clear feeling. The person standing in front of them was not a scholar, not a general, not a cultivator, but a God of war!
His back was so big and tall that it contained amazing power. People trusted him unconsciously and were willing to follow him. Following him, people were eager to fight against enemies, make achievements, and serve the country!
The buzzing sounds in the military formation were heard in succession. The cultivators’ Spiritual Qi surged out again and spread out in circles, connecting and responding to each other. The military formation was gaining momentum.
Li Xian had high status in the hearts of the Pinglu soldiers because he injured and forced the invincible Li Keyong to retreat with only one strike. And now, he burst out more tremendous momentum than their general, Shangguan Qingcheng. They had never felt it before.
When they felt it now, it aroused their surging morale and strength.
That was the murderous power.
Among the 3,000 elites, the several hundred veterans from the Prince An’s Manor were staring at Li Xian’s back. Unconsciously, many of their eyes turned red and their bodies became hot.
They felt a familiar breath. That was the breath from the person they followed in countless bloody battles between life and death in the past years.
Even decades of years later when they were covered with gray hair, the veterans wouldn’t forget the person who led them to victory and the familiar breath of the military warrior of Militarism.
To say nothing of now.
At this moment, the veterans seemed to get back to the past because they clearly felt the existence of that person.
Yes, they felt that.
Their eyes were red, their throats were as hard as rock, and some of them could not help welling up with tears. These iron-like men wanted to cry loudly at this moment.
No one didn’t miss the past glory, no one didn’t care for the past deep feeling, and no one didn’t want to return to their glory.
Affected by this, the veterans’ Spiritual Qi was agitating, and their momentum was burning. The power injected into the military formation continued to rise, and the response between each other became more powerful, driving the whole formation increasingly stronger.
Li Xian raised the long spear and wielded it forward. His voice was heard in every soldier’s ears, as loud as a great bell. “Listen to my order! Defeat the enemy with me!”
All the 3,000 soldiers could feel their general’s fighting spirit. Even those who couldn’t see Li Xian’s back could clearly feel his call.
With a loud sound, the whole formation broke out unprecedented momentum. 3,000 people roared at the same time, shaking the sky and the earth. “Defeat the enemy!”
The military formation rushed toward the enemy formation.
Li Keyong already rushed into the outer gate, and then, he and his soldiers suddenly felt the sky and the earth shake, as if a high mountain suddenly collapsed in front of them. An indescribable sense of pressure and burning sprayed into their faces, like a mountain of swords and a sea of flames.
Without a mountain of swords and a sea of flames, only 3,000 soldiers led by their general rushed over as a whole.
Looking through the crowd, Li Keyong saw their formation and felt their momentum. His pupils shrank sharply, and it was as if someone had pricked his heart with a needle. He almost exclaimed, “How is that possible?!”
How was that possible?
In the later stage of the general of Militarism, Li Keyong was just one step away from the senior general, and he could achieve it after some time, so he had a strong feeling about the power of the military formation of Militarism.
The military formation rushing toward him was as powerful as a flood. It was not only powerful than his military formation, but it also had an overwhelming advantage!
His military formation was no match for the other side’s.
“That’s impossible!”
All over the world, there were very few generals of Militarism, and there were only one or two senior generals of Militarism. Li Cunxiao was idle in Taiyuan now. How could there be anyone on this battlefield who could overwhelm him in the power of the military formation?
With his eyes as red as blood, Li Keyong stared at the middle-aged man with a spear.
Li Keyong didn’t know him, and his face was totally strange to Li Keyong. Even his bearing was very strange to him. Where did such a complete stranger come from? How could he have a higher realm of Militarism than him?
Li Keyong shouted in a low voice suddenly, sad and angry, painful and crazy. He killed the Pinglu soldiers in front of him with a few strikes. He roared, “Listen to my order! Let’s face the enemy!”
Yes, he wanted to face the enemy.
Even though the enemy formation was much more powerful than his, he would face them.
He didn’t believe that the enemy formation was really so powerful! He preferred to believe that the gray-haired man, who suddenly appeared, was a great cultivator in the world. Through an unknown magical power, he simulated the power of the military formation to intimidate him and wanted him to retreat!
It must be so.
Of course, it was!
He must win and defeat the Pinglu Army today. He had no choice, and he couldn’t fail!
Li Ye was not in the army, so this was his only chance.
He had to seize this chance.
No one knew when Li Ye would come back. Once Li Ye came back, he was no longer sure that he would be able to drive the Pinglu Army out of Hedong. So he seized every moment all these days.
He just wanted to win this battle.
He was Li Keyong. He came from the border army. He had been specially privileged since he was born. He went to the battlefield in his teens and killed many prairie savages who invaded the border. Without exaggeration, his strength was honed by many bloody battles. His talent and achievements were once unsurpassed among the younger generation.
He had great ambitions, and the person like him was born for troubled times, in which he was destined to accomplish great things. He had his family background and talent. He was valued by Buddhism and was trained by the army. The elite troops of Shatuo were willing to die for him. He had great luck and great skill. If he couldn’t achieve great things, where was the justice?
However, since he encountered Li Ye, Li Keyong was no longer unsurpassed. Because of Li Ye, he kept suffering losses and kept being teased and humiliated. No matter how hard he tried to fight back, he would fail in the end.
He couldn’t defeat Li Ye, so he hid from him. He stayed in Hedong obediently and didn’t provoke anyone, but Li Ye led his troops to fight him with a casual reason! Li Ye destroyed all the cities along the way, and his troops reached the city wall of Taiyuan, almost making him die.
He was unable to defeat Li Ye, but Li Ye was not in the army now, so he had no reason to fail.
There were numerous heroes in this big world. But how many of them could defeat him?
Some feudal princes rose before and after Huang Chao Uprising, including Li Maozhen, Wang Jian, Wang Chongrong, Yang Fuguang, Qin Zongquan, and the arrogant Zhu Wen. Among them, who could defeat him?
No! None of them!
Prince An, Li Ye, appeared in the world suddenly. In the whole world, only Li Ye could make him suffer losses!
But what was going on now?
Leading a beaten army, an unknown cultivator wanted to defeat him and his direct line of elite soldiers in the military formation.
What a joke!
Didn’t he regard him as a hero?
“Whoever you are, wherever you come from, go to hell!” Li Keyong was furious and unconvinced. Leading his military formation, he reached the 3,000 Wolf-tooth Troops and chopped his knife toward Li Xian.
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