Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 267: A Million Soldiers, the Killing Formation Soars

Xin Zhuo didn't turn around, his gaze fixed on the sky. His calm voice sent chills down one's spine: "The hearts of the thirteen kingdoms in the Western Regions are filled with panic! The Western Regions' army is already weakened to the extreme! They can no longer withstand setbacks! Their impatience for victory... I, Jiang Yuqing, am here!"

These words lacked any technological content, lacked any harsh words to motivate, and lacked any basic manipulations to stir the heart. However, the invisible confidence had already infected Jiang Gu'en.

He nodded slightly, three steps behind the Prince of the County. His old face was already filled with determination and the resolve to die!

Behind him were hundreds of robe-clad warriors!

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Western Regions' army finally stopped marching, three li away!

This was already a very close distance. The boundless army couldn't discern how many people there were, as if the entire world had been dyed in colorful armor.

An invisible killing intent swept over.

Thousands of Western Regions' fierce generals slowly walked out of the camp of the 800,000-strong army, filled with an aggressive gaze. Among them were Si Luqi, Saisina, and Gou Heide, the three great generals.

They had no intention of conversing, silently watching the sky as if searching for the right moment to annihilate the Western Qin army.

Thoughts like these can sometimes be shared among everyone.

The two armies faced each other, with over a million mighty lions at this moment!

Throughout the ages, this scene was always shocking, oppressive, and terrifying!

It seemed as if even the wind had stopped.

An suffocating atmosphere surged from all directions. A row of geese flew from afar, in disarray, fleeing into the distance.

There was no poetry or distant scenery here, only the imminent extreme slaughter and primitive brutality, as well as the grand and immense struggle for survival of a million soldiers!

The three observers in the distance, regardless of their temperament or thoughts, couldn't help but feel their minds go blank and become restless.

This was the battle that would determine the fate of the Western Qin's thousands of miles!

This was a life-or-death scene that would decide everything in one battle!

This was the ultimate romance between soldiers!

Xin Zhuo rode a demonic horse, standing at the forefront of the 140,000-strong Western Qin army. He was lonely, but also proud.

The bloodshed of a million soldiers, the fate of the Western Qin spanning thousands of miles, and the influence on billions of people all depended on his command in an instant!

He kept looking at the sky until the sun rose to its zenith. When the time came, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Woo—"

The Western Qin army blew the horn, heavy and solemn, making one's heart tighten.

"Boom, boom..."

The Western Qin drummers, standing at a height of nine chi, struck the war drums with all their might.

"Boom, boom..."

The thirteen Western Regions' armies also beat their war drums, as if in response.

Everyone looked at Xin Zhuo's raised hand.

After a pause of a dozen breaths, those hands finally swung down heavily.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Hundreds of generals behind him rushed towards the distance, followed by the 90,000 Western Qin infantry, archers, spear soldiers, blunt knife soldiers, sword soldiers, crossbowmen, and armored assault soldiers. Under the leadership of their respective generals, they slowly pressed towards the Western Regions' thirteen armies.

"Boom, boom..."

The 50,000 Western Qin cavalry, carrying a cold-blooded charge, rushed towards the left and right flanks of the Western Regions' coalition forces.

This operation, which involved the entire army attacking from the start, left the Western Regions' coalition forces a little bewildered. However, the three great generals quickly made a decision—

The entire 800,000 Western Regions' coalition forces launched an attack!

The warhorses neighed, and armor clashed.

"Boom, boom..."

The two armies drew closer and finally reached the range of an arrow.

A Western Qin general raised the command flag and swung it down forcefully.

The Western Regions' generals also raised their command flags and swung them down heavily.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The archers and crossbowmen of both armies made uniform movements, pulling their bows to full draw and shooting.

Countless arrows, dense and numerous like swarms of insects, shot straight into the sky, then curved in an arc and fell heavily.

"Boom..."

The shield bearers of both armies simultaneously raised their large shields.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The dense arrows fell one after another, indiscriminately hitting armor, shields, and bodies...

"Ah..."

Piercing screams resounded in all directions.

The ice-cold and bloodthirsty generals of both armies once again raised their command flags: "Shoot!"

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"Shoot!"

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"Fire!"

Three rounds of simultaneous shooting, countless casualties on both sides.

The war drums never ceased.

Tuoba, the veteran general of the enemy, charged forward, wielding his long sword with great force: "Kill!"

"Gulu!"

Asule, the great general of the Gumo Kingdom, gripped his spear and let out a strange voice that echoed in all directions.

"Kill!"

The densely packed million-strong army instantly surged forward like a tide.

Hundreds of catapults in the rear of the Western Qin army roared like fierce beasts, hurling giant stones.

The strange and tall catapults of the Western Regions Alliance also launched a barrage of dense stones!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..."

"Kill!"

The primitive slaughter began in the moment when the vanguards of the two armies clashed.

Roars, battle cries, and the clash of weapons filled this vast land.

The cavalry on the left and right wings began their frenzied charge and engagement amidst the thunderous sound of hooves.

In this battle, there was death but no life.

In this battle, the beautiful land of the Western Regions would surely be stained with blood.

However, Xin Zhuo sat on his warhorse, surrounded by the Iron Floating Guards, who had already recovered from their injuries and numbered in the hundreds. He remained unmoved.

Only the Iron Floating Guards were by his side, even Xiong Zhang, Murong Xiu, and Cui Ying'er, all of whom had surpassed ordinary soldiers with their Martial Dao Cultivation Base, had joined the battle.

Half an hour!

One hour!

Two hours!

The boundless battlefield had turned into a chaotic mess, with fighting and weapon clashes everywhere. Corpses piled up layer upon layer, and the smell of blood filled the air.

A messenger from the front came with urgent news, almost shouting:

"Prince! The vanguard is being defeated!"

"Prince! Our left wing shows signs of collapse!"

"Prince! The western battlefield is nearing defeat!"

"Prince! The enemy is too numerous, and our forces are powerless!"

"Prince..."

"I know!" Xin Zhuo's expression remained unchanged as he uttered these words.

The eight hundred Iron Floating Guards behind him had gloomy faces, their eyes filled with killing intent, and they remained unmoved.

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"The Western Qin army is about to be defeated!"

Mr. Dongfang's mouth showed a rare cold smile.

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"The Western Qin army is about to be defeated! The fertile land of Western Qin, spanning thousands of miles, is likely to fall into the hands of the thirteen kingdoms of the Western Regions!"

"The fate of the three-hundred-year-old Western Qin army, is it really like this?"

"Junior brother, what are you doing all this for?"

Feng Shuning, Shui Qingliu, and the others murmured, lost and confused. Regardless, Western Qin would always be part of Da Zhou!

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"The Western Regions Alliance has already reached its peak, but the Western Qin army... is about to be wiped out!"

Jiang Hu staggered, his face pale.

"General, this cannot be!"

Jia Sikong and the others quickly supported him.

However, Jian Si Liang Xianzi suddenly focused her gaze: "Huh? Jiang Yuqing has made a move!"

...

Indeed, Xin Zhuo had made a move. He had been observing the Western Regions Alliance and now his eyes were filled with dazzling brilliance. Gripping his cold iron spear tightly, he suddenly charged forward.

The eight hundred Iron Floating Guards behind him didn't question the reason; wherever the prince went, they followed.

"The Heavenly Sun Hundred Battle Soldiers, invincible in all directions!"

Xin Zhuo's deep voice resounded across the battlefield, and an inexplicable brilliance emanated from him. With each step forward, it grew stronger.

The clouds in the sky churned endlessly, and ripples full of charm flew from all directions. Then, a huge Qilin phantom appeared, roaring towards the sky.

This roar seemed to possess a strange power. All the Western Qin soldiers below, no matter how disadvantaged or desperate they were, instantly erupted with an unparalleled ferocious strength. Their eyes turned bloodshot, like wild beasts, emitting roars as they charged towards the enemy.

"Long live the Western Qin army!"

Xin Zhuo's voice once again spread in all directions.

"Long live the prince!"

Countless Western Qin soldiers roared, charging recklessly.

There will be another chapter later, but I broke my promise. My car was rear-ended, sorry.

(End of this chapter)