“Kill!”
“Execute the false king, establish the true order!”
“A reward of a million for the head of the false king, and the title of Marquis for a thousand households!”
“Charge! Brothers, our chance for glory and achievement is now!”
…
Beneath the Changle Gate of the Eastern City in Luoyang, tens of thousands of soldiers donning Forbidden Army standard armor surged forward as if possessed, heedless of the continuous rain of arrows, rolling stones, and wooden logs falling from the sky. They charged forward against a translucent, pale blue energy barrier extending from the thirty-yard-tall city walls.
Behind them, more than twenty warriors clad in golden armor stood within a constantly shimmering array, brandishing a massive flag adorned with the symbol of the former Empress, a profound phoenix. They shouted and cheered loudly to boost morale.
The radiance emitted by the array enveloped the charging soldiers, causing their eyes to be filled with blood-red threads, their faces betraying no trace of the terror they faced on the battlefield.
Some of them were fighting with an all-or-nothing spirit, as if they were gambling everything on one throw of the dice.
Brave and fearless!
For a moment, driven by their numerical advantage, they held their ground against the formidable Xuanwu Guards, plunging the battlefield into a deadlock. This situation was far from the one in the past, where the Yu Lin Wei and the Warrior Battalion were swiftly crushed by the Xuanwu Guards in Zi Ji City.
“Oh?”
On the city tower of the Eastern City, Jiang Chengwan, riding a Shadowflash Horse, had rushed to the scene at high speed. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the sight.
“The War God Formation, interesting…”
“Your Highness.”
Quickly spotting Jiang Chengwan’s arrival, the garrison commander Zhu Yong swiftly swung his blade to cleave a dozen or so soldiers in front of him into two halves. Then, in a single agile step, he left his original position and appeared before Jiang Chengwan. Kneeling on one knee with a deeply remorseful expression, he said in a loud voice:
“I have failed, in my hands, I couldn’t swiftly break through the enemy forces of twenty thousand with the three thousand Xuanwu Guards. I beseech Your Majesty to pass judgment.”
If it weren’t for the sincere self-reproach evident on his face, one might have thought he was acting in a drama.
It should be noted that the ones currently desperately attacking the city were equipped with the best equipment, possessed the strongest spells, and were nominally the most powerful Forbidden Army in Great Xia.
Although this claim of being the most powerful contained some exaggeration, the equipment, individual physical prowess, and spells were undoubtedly real.
Even so, they could only rely on a seven to eight-fold numerical advantage and a powerful formation to barely hold their own against the Xuanwu Guards. This gave a clear indication of just how unbelievably powerful the Xuanwu Guards’ combat abilities were.