Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin! How Could Martial Arts Fight Immortal Cultivation?
Unlike the arrogance and complacency of the Mongolia army, the Revival Army was filled with tension.
Most of the new recruits only received two months of training, during which they merely engaged in bloody battles against bandits, outlaws, and martial arts sects. This was their first time actually going to the battlefield.
Although the Revival Army had many veterans of the Southern Song Imperial Army as its backbone, the soldiers still felt nervous.
That's 50,000 versus 300,000!
Even before a fight breaks out, the sheer number of people on the other side is suffocating.
However, although everyone found it difficult, they did not feel fear or despair.
Firstly, these were all carefully selected, truly patriotic heroes who were not afraid of death.
Secondly, everyone in the Revival Army knows the wonders of their Celestial Venerable. Even if some people lack confidence in themselves, they place great trust in that powerful Celestial Venerable.
Every soldier who witnessed Xu Xiao's power worshipped him as if he were a deity.
"As long as the Heavenly Venerable is here, we will surely win, we will surely drive out the barbarians, and recover our Han homeland!"
Everyone had great confidence in Xu Xiao, and Xu Xiao certainly didn't disappoint them.
On the city wall of Xiangyang, Xu Xiao, dressed in white, stood with piles of swords and knives beside him, all of which had been confiscated from Jiangnan.
There's no point in keeping the private armies of martial arts sects, bandits, highwaymen, or even aristocratic families; they'd be better off being used on the battlefield.
At this moment, the sun had risen into the sky, illuminating the entire Xiangyang, and Xu Xiao slowly rose into the light.
Like an immortal ascending to heaven, rising little by little to the highest point, bringing the grandeur and mystery to the very top.
"Truly a celestial being!" " Xiangyang is saved! The Great Song is saved!!"
Many soldiers in the Xiangyang garrison had heard of Xu Xiao's legend, and now they were even more convinced that Xu Xiao was the immortal who led the Han people out of their Extremis.
Xu Xiao flew above the Revival Army, looked down at the well-disciplined soldiers below, and nodded secretly.
'Although it was only a short two months, most of them, after training in Marching Skill, became as skilled in individual combat as veteran soldiers.'
"With the Three-Three Tactics I taught them, and the full armor crafted with the combined resources of the Jiangnan gentry, this army lacks nothing!"
'This time I'm going to lead them to a great victory, to instill courage in them, and then they will be a truly invincible army!'
Warfare in the era of cold weapons was actually more about equipment and momentum!
If the equipment levels are the same, then it comes down to which side has a stronger determination.
Human beliefs can often unleash unexpected power.
This is why generals who win every battle always lead invincible armies.
The soldiers believed that their invincible general would lead them to victory, and the general, in turn, was inspired by the soldiers' belief in their triumph, unleashing far greater potential than usual. This mutual support created so many legendary achievements.
An invincible morale is worth ten thousand soldiers; as for the rest, Xu Xiao will make up for it.
"Brothers, are you ready?"
Xu Xiao's shout echoed from the sky, resounding all around and carrying an inspiring allure.
The method of using sound attacks can both charm and solidify people's minds; the minds of ordinary people can be manipulated at will by Xu Xiao.
"To die for one's country! To drive out the barbarians!"
Amidst the roaring waves, lies the indomitable spirit of Han men, fearless and valiant.
"Very well! Today, I will lead you to defeat the barbarians and restore the glory of our Han people!"
Xu Xiao shouted loudly, and the troops below echoed him loudly, all looking as if they were ready to die.
"Beat the drums! March!!"
"Thump~ thump~ thump!"
The resounding drumbeats rang out, and as the marching orders echoed from the drum carts that could be heard for miles around, the Revival Army launched a full-scale attack, thus beginning the war.
Meanwhile, the Mongolia army was also sounding the bugle call repeatedly, pressing forward with a massive force, determined to continue their invincible reputation.
At this time, the two sides were still several miles apart and had not yet actually clashed.
While flying in mid-air, Xu Xiao had already begun preparing for his performance.
High in the sky, his white robes fluttering, Xu Xiao pointed to the mountain of swords piled up on the city wall!
"Let me first give you a ' Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin to dampen your arrogance!!"
"Sword, come!!"
Like a hundred rivers flowing into the same stream, or like a flock of birds returning to the forest, all the swords and blades on the city wall responded to Xu Xiao 'Xu Xiao command, flying into the air and circling around him.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Xiao accelerated and charged straight above the Mongolia army. Countless longswords and sabers followed behind Xu Xiao, like a torrent of steel that blocked out part of the daylight.
"May the Heavenly Venerable be mighty!" "The Heavenly Venerable will surely triumph!!" "Long live the Heavenly Venerable!!!"
This scene greatly boosted the morale of the marching soldiers, who shouted "Long live the leader!"
In stark contrast to the soaring morale of the Han army, all the Mongolia soldiers who witnessed this scene were dumbfounded, with many thinking they were dreaming.
" By the Eternal Heaven above! These Song soldiers truly have immortals among them!!"
The Southern Song was already riddled with holes, so Xu Xiao's actions within Southern Song naturally could not be hidden from the Mongol army.
Xu Xiao, who called himself the Heavenly Venerable Savior, was considered by them to be just another charlatan and they didn't pay him much attention.
Only today, when they truly witnessed Xu Xiao soaring through the heavens and earth on his sword, carrying an unparalleled aura, did they realize that the legend of the Han people might actually be true.
But now, it's all too late!!
"These barbarians from the grasslands have offended our Huaxia; their crime deserves to be punished!!!"
"Go there!!"
Thousands of long swords and blades swirled in the sky, creating an unparalleled spectacle. Xu Xiao seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, issuing a decree that sent flying swords to claim heads.
Countless longswords rained down from the sky, their deadly attacks leaving no room for error, amplified by the force of gravity.
Whether it was people or warhorses, they were all cut into pieces by this one move; it was an attack that no human could stop.
In the blink of an eye, a vanguard of ten thousand Mongol soldiers was wiped out!
Swords and blades stood in rows on the ground, but not a single person could be seen standing there.
The ground was covered with blood and severed limbs!
The Mongolia flags were also torn to shreds and left amidst the bloodstains.
"This!!! There really are immortals among the Han people!"
"A sorcerer! A sorcerer! Quickly, go and summon a shaman to exorcise the demon!!"
The Mongol generals were in an uproar, roaring and shouting in an attempt to conceal their fear.
Even Möngke, who was in the main seat, was pale. He had been fighting in the army for so many years and never expected such a thing to happen.
In the era of cold weapons, the competition was about who had the faster blade, who had more men, and who was more fearless.
We all have two arms and one head; the winner takes all, and the loser is condemned.
But now that there's someone with such extraordinary abilities, how are we supposed to fight this battle?
Before the battle even officially began, the enemy easily wiped out a 10,000-strong army with a single move. What could this 300,000-strong army possibly do?
"Great Khan, I'll protect you, run quickly!" Even the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the Imperial Preceptor, felt a chill run down his spine.
Before the fight started, he confidently declared that he could protect Möngke, but now, seeing this scene, even his legs went weak.
I initially thought the other party was either a con artist or, at worst, a reclusive master among the Han people.
I really didn't expect that the other party was actually a true sword immortal!
How can someone who practices martial arts defeat someone who cultivates immortality?
At this moment, even someone like the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, felt a profound sense of despair.