Legion in the Sandstorm

"Soldiers trained for nearly a thousand years..."

Zishu Feng murmured blankly. Even though those ten thousand immortal soldiers had already gone far away, she still remembered Li Yunbing's words, yet still could not understand where the Azure Cloud Li Family found such confidence. Even now, more than a hundred thousand years later, the greatest changes in imperial armies had been the evolution of war artifacts and legion formations.

Her brows furrowed. No matter how she calculated it, she could not find the slightest chance of victory in sending ten thousand men against more than two hundred thousand Retainer troops of the Immortal Court, who possessed the inheritance of immortals.

So she found an immortal soldier of the Qingyun Army who had returned from the breach in the city wall with regret.

The immortal soldier was leaning against the wall, swaying the gourd of spiritual liquid before taking a sip. When he saw Zishu Feng approach, he hurriedly stood and saluted. "Greetings, Commander Zishu."

Zishu Feng gave a slight nod, then looked up at Li Yunbing.

Li Yunbing, seated atop the Black Dragon, ignored her. That gave Zishu Feng a measure of relief. For twenty years... Li Yunbing had never allowed the Qingyun Army to interact with her. He really was afraid she was a spy.

She asked the immortal soldier, "How do you usually train?"

The immortal soldier answered respectfully, "We train with spears, train beast taming, train formations, train archery... It's been passed down from generation to generation. Hehe, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather were all immortal soldiers of the Qingyun Army."

Zishu Feng froze slightly. The only intelligence she had ever received concerning the Qingyun Army's major battles was from when the Witch Tribe invaded. Their equipment had always consisted of nine long spears on their backs, a