Chapter 161 The Cultivator Army [Third update, 10,000 words, please give me a monthly ticket! ]
Imperial capital, rainy night.
The cavalrymen came down, splashing rain water two feet high. The falling water sounded like the tinkling sound of a zither, lingering in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital.
The sound of armor rubbing against each other, the sound of swords being unsheathed, and the sound of shouting and killing.
The noise and clamor hung over this old city.
On the city wall, soldiers who were well-trained by Jiang Li pulled the bows to their full extent, their thumbs pressing the tail feathers of the arrows so tightly that their fingertips turned blue. The rain hit the tail feathers and splashed, and the murderous aura seemed to spread into the air along the arrow head.
Under the city.
The horses neighed.
Tang Yimo was wearing a conical hat and a straw raincoat while driving a carriage.
The rain poured down from the sky, carrying with it the fleeting thunder in the clouds, dripping onto the ground and flowing along the waterways of the long streets of the imperial capital, making a continuous sound of splashing rain.
In the carriage.
There was the sound of an old man coughing.
The surroundings were silent and quiet, with only Tang Xiansheng's cough lingering around.
The old eunuch held an umbrella in one hand and a whisk in the other. There was no longer the timidity that he usually had in front of the emperor in his eyes. Instead, there was endless brilliance and ferocity in his eyes.
"Tang Xiansheng... His Majesty orders you to come to the palace and see him immediately! Otherwise... I will take your head away!"
The old eunuch's shrill voice destroyed the silence of the rain curtain and surrounded the alleys around the city wall.
On the surrounding rooftops, the Black Dragon Guards in black robes and black armor slowly surged with spiritual energy, causing the rain to fall much more slowly.
These Black Dragon Guards are more powerful and orderly than the guards on the long street.
The Black Dragon Guards are the essence of Jiang Li's training, and this is also Yuwen Xiu's confidence.
Even Tang Xiansheng had to admit that the Black Dragon Guards seemed to be stronger than the Southern Palace Army with the assistance of Jiang Li's training.
Although Jiang Li is not a cultivator, he does not train the Black Dragon Guards in the way of cultivators, but instead trains cultivator warriors in the way of the military.
These people possess spiritual energy, and each of them is equivalent to a martial arts master in the world. Especially their neat and orderly killing methods are extremely powerful and terrifying.
This is also the reason why Tang Xiansheng was afraid of Jiang Li and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Ahem... I have caught a cold and am seriously ill. Please tell your majesty that I cannot obey your command."
Tang Xiansheng's voice came from the carriage that was being hit by rain.
The sound was not loud, but the old eunuch could hear it clearly.
There were also practitioners from the Southern Army surrounding the carriage.
They all wore conical hats. These people were the backup forces that Tang Xiansheng had placed in the imperial capital long ago, ready to escort him away.
Seeing these Southern Army practitioners, the old eunuch's face became even colder.
"You are so good, Tang Xiansheng. It turns out that you have planned this all along and plotted against General Jiang Li. You treacherous and rebellious minister, I will capture you today and make you kneel before His Majesty for mercy!"
"You are not the Young Master of Beiluo. Do you really think that you can come and go as you please in the Imperial Capital?!"
"Three hundred Black Dragon Guards, listen to my orders, kill without mercy!"
"I will take you today. You can't escape even if you have wings!"
The old eunuch's sharp voice was like a roar, lingering around the imperial city and tearing through the clouds in the sky.
The moment the words fell.
On the city wall, the archers released the arrows that had been pulled taut.
The sound of the bowstring being stretched is like a life-threatening melody.
Countless arrows flew down from the city walls, covering the sky. The arrowheads emitted a cold light and shattered droplets of rain one by one.
Boom! Tang Yimo's eyes narrowed slightly at the front of the carriage.
“This is selling your life.”
He spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.
He was speaking to Tang Xiansheng who was in the carriage.
"Just think of this as a deal."
Tang Xiansheng's voice came through the curtains of the carriage.
"I don't want to die, because if I die, my sister and mother will definitely live a miserable life, so I have to live."
Tang Yimo stood up from the carriage. Rain kept falling on the edge of his hat, and the raincoat was also shaking with water vapor.
"Of course you have to live. You have to see the day when your sister gets married. Your mother and I are still waiting for you to take care of us in our old age."
Tang Xiansheng's voice came out again.
"With your fighting spirit this time, I promise your mother and sister a life of wealth and glory for the rest of their lives."
The world became very quiet.
Thunder roared and exploded in the sky, just like the atmosphere in the imperial capital at this moment, extremely solemn and murderous.
Tang Yimo slowly untied the string of the straw raincoat around his neck.
"This is the last time."
Tang Yimo said.
There was silence in the carriage for a while, and then a hoarse voice floated out.
"good."
The words fell.
The arrows had already fallen, almost landing on the carriage, and one of the arrows was constantly expanding in front of Tang Yimo's eyes.
Buzz...
Tang Yimo's straw raincoat exploded, and along with it, the water droplets burst.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy spread all around, causing the arrows to fly backwards.
Around the carriage.
The practitioners of the Southern Army drew their swords one after another, and the clanging sounds echoed endlessly.
The spiritual energy turned into a sharp blade, which cut across the ground and cut through all the accumulated water on the ground, making it difficult to heal for a long time.
"kill!"
Tang Yimo's voice burst out.
The Southern Army practitioners growled in response.
“Yes!”
The Southern Palace Army was trained by Tang Yimo. Although Tang Yimo did not understand the military training methods, he trained the Southern Palace Army according to a low-profile version of the "Eight Meridians Dunjia Magic Art", which was quite effective.
The old eunuch saw Tang Xiansheng fighting back.
He flicked the whisk.
The Black Dragon Guards also started to move.
In addition to the Black Dragon Guards, there are also cavalry and soldiers in the Imperial Capital.
The sound of horses' hooves was heard as they charged down the long street, the sharp spears in their hands reflecting the eeriness of the night.
The Southern Army rushed out.
They drew their swords from their waists, and the sword energy blended with the spiritual energy and penetrated the air two feet at a time.
While running quickly, he suddenly knelt down on his knees and walked across the bluestone ground of the long street that was covered with water.
The knife in his hand swept out.
The charging cavalry were cut by the sword energy before they got close.
There was a knife wound on the horse's belly, blood spurted out, and its internal organs were scattered all over the ground.
The front hooves were also cut off and fell to the ground.
The cavalrymen on horseback fell to the ground and rolled over, stirring up rain all over the ground, and then their heads were chopped off by the sword energy of the Southern Army.
The old eunuch's eyes narrowed.
"The Nanjun Nanfu Army, like the Black Dragon Guard, is formed by practitioners who have passed through the Dragon Gate... Tang Xiansheng has great ambitions."
The old eunuch waved his sleeves and sent out his iron-blooded soldiers to continue the charge.
The Southern Palace Army is not the evil cultivators of Baiyujing.
The number of people used can also pile up to death.
When they are exhausted, the Black Dragon Guards can harvest them.
On the surrounding rooftops, the Black Dragon Guards in black armor looked like sculptures. Their eyes were like eagles, staring at the Southern Army fighting on the long street.
Their hands fell on the broadswords at their waists.
This sword was specially made by Jiang Li at the request of the blacksmiths in the Imperial Capital. It is a broadsword used exclusively by the Black Dragon Guards. Jiang Li named it Li Dao.
The back of the knife is two fingers thick, the blade is black, and there is no tip, like a broken knife.
The blade is so sharp that it can cut hair, and it is extremely heavy. If an ordinary elite soldier was equipped with this sword, he would not even be able to swing it.
However, the Black Dragon Guards are equipped with Li Dao, which can unleash extremely strong killing power.
On the long street, the rain quickly turned into blood. The rain from the sky had no time to wash it away, because as soon as it was washed away, new rain would flow down.
The straw raincoat on Tang Yimo exploded and he jumped off the carriage.
After landing, rain splashed four feet high.
His legs swept out and hit the splashing water droplets, turning them into sharp water arrows that shot towards the Imperial Capital guards in front.
Phew!
It was like the muffled sound of an arrow shooting into flesh.
The guard flew backwards, crushing the guards behind him, causing them to fall down with a loud bang.
The Southern Army, wearing bamboo hats, gathered around the carriage.
"withdraw."
Tang Yimo's words are concise and to the point.
Their goal is to break out of the capital.
They had to fight with the defenders on the long street. The longer they fought, the more unfavorable the situation would become for them.
The practitioners of the Southern Palace Army are also human beings. After all, they are not the monsters in Baiyujing.
The spiritual energy will eventually run out.
Therefore, Tang Yimo prepared to break into the city by force.
Only after breaking the city can we escape.
The defenders of the Imperial Capital came shouting and killing, the cold blades in their hands flashing cold light in the rainy night.
However, what Tang Yimo cared about was not these people, but the Black Dragon Guards on the surrounding rooftops. These Black Dragon Guards were like poisonous snakes that would choose their prey and were waiting for an opportunity.
The sound of horses neighing was heard.
A Southern Army soldier pulled the reins and started the horse to charge.
Tang Yimo blocked the retreat and faced the charging defenders alone.
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"kill!"
The old eunuch shouted sharply.
He threw away the umbrella in his hand, waved his whisk, and flew out.
The old eunuch gained spiritual energy and his strength increased dramatically.
Cooperating with the Black Dragon Guards around, they were determined to stop Tang Yimo.
Tang Yimo locked onto the old eunuch.
The Black Dragon Guards on the surrounding rooftops also moved, jumping down from the rooftops one after another, each of them holding a Li Dao on his waist.
This was the first collision between the Southern Palace Army and the Black Dragon Guards, and also the first collision between the two armies of cultivators in the world.
Clang sound!
The Black Dragon Guards all drew out their swords at the same time.
The spiritual energy that had been brewing for a long time burst out.
The sound drowned out the thunder in the sky, and the brilliance of the white blade was dazzling and eye-catching.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan returned to the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion.
The lines in his eyes flickered as he watched with interest.
In his eyes, the picture spanned a long distance and emerged as a bloody battle on the long streets of the imperial capital on a rainy night.
What interested Lu Fan was that this was the first confrontation between the two armies of cultivators.
Black Dragon Guards and Southern Army.
The Black Dragon Guards were trained by Jiang Li, assisted by Kong Nanfei, in a military manner. According to Lu Fan's understanding, they were similar to special forces.
Although the Southern Mansion Army is also an army, Tang Yimo's way of practice is more like that of a practicing individual. Of course, because he is a soldier, he also has the characteristics of the army.
Lu Fan originally had little interest in this battle.
Because this was a battle of escape for Tang Xiansheng.
Tang Xiansheng tricked Jiang Li and wanted to run away.
But it is hard to say whether he can escape or not.
This battle between the cultivators' army gave Lu Fan some small surprises.
"It's quite interesting. Although they are all practitioners of the first or second Qi Dan realm, but... because they are an army, the fighting spirit they exude is extremely strong."
The battle on the rainy night was filled with blood.
Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand and holding a bronze wine glass with the other.
He watched the battle.
"The military's momentum can be connected as one, and can burst out with a pressure similar to spiritual pressure, impacting the mind..."
The corners of Lu Fan's mouth slightly raised.
"That's interesting. A normal army of at least 8,000 to 10,000 people would be needed to surround and kill a ninth-level Qi Dan."
"But if it is the Southern Palace Army, if a ninth-level Qi Dan is surrounded and killed, twenty or thirty people will be enough."
"The Black Dragon Guards are stronger. Once they get close, the Li Dao created by Jiang Li has the power to decapitate with one strike, and fewer people are needed."
"No wonder they say that the appearance of Longmen has changed the situation. If the Black Dragon Guards and the Southern Army do not face the cultivators head-on, they will be like a sharp knife that tears open the gap when dealing with ordinary armies."
Lu Fan took a sip of green plum wine and said.
Jiang Li was surrounded and attacked by a combined force of 100,000 soldiers from South County and a large army from North County. He was able to break out of the encirclement in such a desperate situation, probably because of the help of the Black Dragon Guards.
…
North County.
In the nameless valley.
Outside the valley, a large mass of soldiers and horses gathered. Tang Baiyun rode a white horse, wearing silver armor, staring at the dark valley.
Jiang Li and his remaining 5,000-plus troops hid in the valley.
However, they rushed to the entrance of the valley many times but were unable to break through.
"Jiang Li has a black-armored army under his command, called the Black Dragon Guards. They are all formed by cultivators and are extremely powerful. They guard the pass of the valley. Our army cannot break through at all."
A general bowed and said.
"On the other side of the valley is the Northern Commander's army... Jiang Li can't escape. However, Tan Tai Xuan is cautious enough and has been reluctant to take action. Does he want to see us and Jiang Li both suffer losses before he can take advantage of us?"
Tang Baiyun narrowed his eyes.
"Or maybe he's afraid that Jiang Li is just a bait we threw out, and that there's something fishy going on?"
"Heh...it must be the idea of that old fellow Mo Beike from the Mo family."
The white horse under Tang Baiyun kept hissing. He pulled the reins and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Young Master, do you want to mobilize the Southern Palace Army?"
A general asked, bowing.
"The Southern Army? No, this is a trump card, a trump card prepared for Tan Tai Xuan. Jiang Li is already doomed to die, and the Southern Army's combat methods cannot be exposed."
Tang Baiyun said.
After saying this, he sighed again.
"Cultivators...are truly beings who can create miracles."
If there were no Black Dragon Guards, Jiang Li and his remaining troops would not be able to defend the pass at all.
"We can't stay here in Jiangli for too long. To prevent that old man Tan Tai Xuan from secretly investigating Longmen, we should send someone to the Beijun camp to ask the governor Tan Tai what he wants."
"He attacked from the other end of the valley in the north, and Jiang Li had no way to escape, but he was still hesitant to move his troops. This is a little hard to understand."
suddenly.
A military general came hurriedly.
He bowed to Tang Baiyun and said, "My Lord, the young priest of the Chili tribe wants to see you."
Tang Baiyun frowned in disgust and waved his hand: "No."
However, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"No... let him come over. There are many obstacles in the valley. Barbarians are most adapted to this environment. They should have many tricks. Let's see if they can force Jiang Li out!"
Upon hearing this, the general hesitated for a moment.
But, I still obeyed the order.
“Yes.”
…
Tan Tai Xuan stood on a huge rock, with his flags fluttering in the dark wind.
"The Black Dragon Guards trained by Jiang Li, an army formed by cultivators, almost broke the rules of war. One Black Dragon Guard can stop a thousand troops."
Tan Tai Xuan sighed.
Mo Ju waved his feather fan gently, and his clothes fluttered in the night breeze.
"My lord, Jiang Li has the Black Dragon Guards, and Tang Baiyun also has the Southern Palace Army... They are both cultivator armies. The Southern Palace Army has not taken action until now. Obviously, Tang Baiyun does not want us to see the Southern Palace Army's combat methods, and is keeping a backup plan for us."
"Jiang Li will definitely die, so he wants to keep a trump card."
"Holding your trump card to trick us."
Mo Ju said.
Tan Tai Xuan nodded slightly.
"Southern County has the Southern Army, Jiangli has the Black Dragon Guard, and Western County also has the Dragon Gate. With the Overlord's temperament, it is impossible for him not to form an army of cultivators... What does my Northern County have? An army of cultivators... My Northern County must form one, otherwise, what capital will my Northern County have to fight for in the world?"
far away.
A cavalryman came galloping.
"Report."
"The Nanjun army sent another troop to attack the valley..."
The spy said.
"Oh? Another attack? Did they send out the Southern Army?" Tan Tai Xuan asked, his red robe fluttering.
The spy shook his head and couldn't tell what kind of army it was.
Tan Tai Xuan narrowed his eyes.
If it’s not the Nanfu Army, does Tang Baiyun still want to use ordinary troops to die?
Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?
"If it's not the Southern Palace Army... then what army could it be?"
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