True Spirit Submits, The Might to Defeat Ten Thousand!
Central command tent.
Qu Sheng wore a long gown under his robes. This slightly strange outfit did not look out of place on him. It had the elegance of a Confucian scholar as well as the imposing presence of someone who could command respect without anger.
Looking at the newly reported military supplies, his brow furrowed deeply.
The generals and staff in the tent remained silent, their expressions filled with resentment.
"Report! The Wayue Tribe is making unusual movements; they seem to be heading towards Greenwood City!"
A messenger rushed into the tent.
After he finished reporting the news from the scouts, the sound of someone slamming their fist on the table finally came from inside the tent.
"The military pay has been reduced again."
"Hmph, even if it's a small amount, who knows how many corrupt officials embezzled it all the way from the Imperial Capital to Southern Pass, and who knows how much will be left by the time it reaches us!"
"Part of the military supplies and pay for the 80,000 men in Greenwood City was paid out of the Prince's own pocket."
"What does His Majesty mean? Does he mean we should abandon Greenwood City?!"
"Greenwood City is the shield of the Southern Pass. If we abandon Greenwood today, we'll abandon the Southern Pass tomorrow. We might as well just lay down our arms and go back to our farms!"
Only after Qu Sheng let out a cold snort did these indignant voices fall silent.
"For a general, it all boils down to four words: to dedicate oneself to the cause until the very end."
"Who just said they wanted to retire and return to their hometown? Go and receive thirty strokes of the military rod!"
The generals looked at Commander Qu, who had even brought his family to Greenwood City, and exchanged bewildered glances, all turning to the man who had spoken most vehemently just moments before.
The burly man accepted the military order in a deep, muffled voice, rose, and left the tent.
As the dull thuds of military batons striking his back echoed outside, Qu Sheng slowly spoke again:
"First, report the situation to the Prince and let him decide."
"All troops, be alert! Alcohol is strictly prohibited in the army from this day forward. Violators will be severely punished. Now, all of you, get out of here."
"Yes."
Before long, he was the only one left in the large tent.
Qu Sheng silent for a long while before summoning his personal guards:
"Where is the Young Marquis?"
"They organized a hundred-man formation at the drill ground to spar with that Li the Heaven's Pride. Zhong Ling was the one who started it."
"A hundred-man formation is enough to Inner Scene an inner-level expert. If that Li the Heaven's Pride doesn't understand military formations, he might suffer a minor loss."
Qu Sheng nodded upon hearing this.
Arrogance is common among the talented, but now that they understand the ruthlessness of the battlefield and the insignificance of individual abilities, it will be easier for him to offer some advice later.
Let Li Mo Ying Bing the Young Marquis leave Greenwood City as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, he also left the central command tent and headed towards the training ground.
On the other side.
The sun shines brightly overhead, and the north wind blows, but it cannot dispel the murderous aura of the battlefield.
Under close coordination, the hundred guards were like the most precise machine parts, moving with the army formation, their energy twisted into a single rope.
If this formation is likened to a sharp knife, then Zhong Zhenyue is the tip of that knife.
He was clad in heavy armor, and the aura of the military formation was concentrated on him at its peak. Even the phantom behind him faintly exuded the sounds of iron horses and clashing swords, and the earth-shaking battle cries.
It vaguely hints at Inner Scene setting.
Faced with this military formation, a normal person would probably tremble with fear and have their mind go blank.
"Your physique is particularly suited to military formations."
Li Mo couldn't help but give a word of praise.
"No wonder Brother Li's ranking on the Hidden Dragon Ranking has risen so much again."
Zhong Zhenyue said with a solemn expression, "Could it be that Brother Li observed another aspect of the Yazi Divine Intent in the Southern Border?"
He had long heard that Zhuyan, Qiongqi, Yazi, and Wuzhiqi were the most combative groups among the Demon Race.
Of these four races, Wuzhiqi has been extinct for a long time, while Yazi and Zhuyan are both Calamity Beast.
Li Mo shook his head and said, "This is not Divine Intent, but the residual power of True Spirit bloodline..."
"True Spirit?"
"Um."
"Hiss, this True Spirit Bloodline is so similar to the Divine Intent."
"Essentially, the difference between the two is indeed very small..."
On the reviewing stand, Zhong Ling frowned.
Well, these two actually started chatting, showing no sign of taking it seriously at all.
Zhong Zhenyue used to be so confident and proud, but he changed after returning from Yun Province.
He became even less interested in women, more focused on martial arts, and ignored me completely...
It's all about chasing after the shadow of some "Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul"!
So she waved the battle flag.
For the military, "military orders are as solid as mountains" is not just an adjective.
Instantly.
The power within Zhong Zhenyue, flowing with the military momentum and poised to be unleashed, left him with no choice but to shout:
"Swords have no eyes, Brother Li, be careful!"
"Bring it on!"
Li Mo exhaled a breath of white air, also feeling the fighting spirit flowing through his body, and his blood seemed to be burning!
This time it really got heated!
It happened in the blink of an eye.
A massive shadow of a battle halberd, carrying a sharp murderous intent, pressed down on Li Mo.
And this was only Zhong Zhenyue, who was the main attacker; the army's standard-issue long spears rained down from all directions.
Clang--
The forty, poised and ready, charged head-on with the Weapon Intent.
After the roar, a large crater appeared in the spot.
As the dust settled, the scene was revealed.
Have equal shares.
Zhong Ling's eyes widened, and she couldn't close her mouth.
An attack powerful enough to shake Sixth Grade Calamity Beast was blocked by one person!
The meat grinder-like spear pierced the boy's body, and sparks actually flew out!
Under the same circumstances, can human strength directly confront an army formation?
Even Calamity Beast could never do that, let alone a human!
Could his physical strength be comparable to that of an inner -Inner Scene expert who has cultivated external strength? Is this the terrifying power of a top-ranking genius on the Hidden Dragon Ranking?
And...
Isn't he a swordsman?!
Zhong Ling's worldview had changed slightly, but she still gritted her teeth and commanded the army.
Her military skills were truly remarkable. Realizing that a direct assault was futile, she abandoned the idea of a frontal assault. Under her command, her hundreds of personal guards transformed into a wave of soldiers, relentlessly eroding the enemy's strength, like water dripping on stone.
In short, it's all about endurance!
Even a powerful cultivator at the Inner Scene who gets caught in a military formation is highly likely to be worn down and killed.
"Good timing."
Li Mo stood alone in the black tide, like an ancient reef that had stood firm since time immemorial, showing no sign of wavering.
At this moment Yazi True Spirit let out a wanton roar.
He wielded the hammer, and the seven Profound Pills and thirty-six main meridians provided him with an inexhaustible source of strength, making him even more powerful with each battle!
"Roar!"
The Yazi True Spirit finally acknowledged the young man and willingly transformed into a stream of light, merging into the Stone Monkey Divine Pattern!
The Yazi trait on Li Mo flashed by in an instant.
His fighting spirit reached its peak at this moment!
Boom--
Settling the Wind and Waves!
The hammer fell, striking the ground and causing the yellow earth to surge like ocean waves.
The immense force spread in all directions, impacting every guard. Even those with stable stances were helpless, staggering and collapsing in an instant, their battle formation crumbling without a fight.
Zhong Zhenyue staggered backward, using his spear as a crutch to avoid falling flat on his backside.
Zhong Ling was stunned, and the Command Flag silently slipped from her hand.
The entrance to the drill ground.
"This boy's bravery is remarkable; if he were to join the army, given time..."
Qu Sheng onto the training ground with his hands behind his back. He stared intently at the young man standing tall and shirtless, who was growing into a young man, his eyes gleaming with intense light.
"He will surely be a match for ten thousand men, a divine general of our time!"
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