Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1155 The Order to Suppress the Mountain is Issued, and Ten Thousand Soldiers Kneel in Prostr

Lieyang Hong was the last to kneel down.

This wasn't because he resisted, but because the fiery bloodline within him was different from that of ordinary humans.

His ancestors came from the first lord of Burning Sky Fortress.

That fortress lord had personally witnessed the rise and fall of Tianyuan City.

The moment the Zhenyue Decree lit up, the flames within Lieyang Hong's body seemed to be infused with new life.

He felt an old, deep voice speaking a sentence deep within his blood.

He didn't understand what that sentence meant.

But he knew what it was saying.

He slowly knelt down and bowed his head in Zhang Yuan's direction.

There was no one left standing on the drill ground.

Starting from Zhang Yuan's feet, all the way to the very back of the training ground.

From the light cavalry of Jinyu Prefecture to the heavy infantry of Fentian Fortress.

From border soldiers at Qingtian Pass to hunters of early inhabitants.

From the elders of the old guard to the local guards of Zhaohua City, everyone knelt on the ground.

No one gave the order.

No one forced them.

Millions of years of waiting have converged into a silent torrent at this moment!

The white-bearded old man from the old guard knelt at the front, holding the gray-white "Heaven" flag in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

He waited for 30,000 years, from youth to old age, from black hair to white hair.

He thought he would never live to see that day again.

He thought that the legend was ultimately just a legend.

But he got what he was waiting for.

He choked back tears as he raised his head, his voice hoarse and trembling: "The Remnant Council, descendants of the 300,000 garrison soldiers of Daitianyuan City... respectfully welcome the one who carries the order!"

His voice echoed across the training ground.

Like a horn that has traveled through millions of years, it finally resounded once again on this shattered land.

Zhang Yuan stood in the center of the training ground, holding the token that emitted a silver light in his hand, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire field.

He didn't let anyone get up.

He spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to carry the weight of a million years, striking everyone's heart.

"Some of you have seen the demonic tide of Canglang Plain, while others have only heard about it. I saw a mural beneath that crack."

"The last mural in Yuezi Battalion. It only has one line written on it: Fight to the last man, do not retreat, the whole army will die for the country."

His voice had no exaggerated intonation; he simply narrated in a flat tone.

But when that calm voice echoed across the training ground, everyone held their breath.

"A million years ago, Tianyuan City fell."

"A million years later, the seal loosened."

“You all saw the hand reach out from the crack. You know what that means.”

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the kneeling figures in the room.

"It's back."

"The token of the Yue Battalion is now in my hands. This army defended the last line of defense a million years ago."

He gripped the token tightly, and his voice suddenly rose a notch, like a thunderclap exploding on the training ground!

"Now, it's our turn!"

The silence lasted for a moment.

Then, from the crowd, an old chieftain of an early tribe suddenly raised his head. His voice was hoarse but carried an inexplicable firmness, like a stone pillar rising again from the ruins:

"The remnants of Tianyuan, the Qingmu tribe, are willing to fight according to the token!"

From the crowd behind him, another voice chimed in: "The Rock Tribe is willing to fight according to the token!"

Then came the third voice: "The Blackfire Tribe is willing to fight according to the token!"

The sound spread through the crowd like a relay race.

Jin Yanshan knelt on the ground, head bowed, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he raised his head, his voice hoarse but firm: "Golden Feather Manor is willing to fight according to the token." Lieyang Hong also slowly clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Burning Sky Fortress, obey orders."

The white-bearded old man from the old folks' association slowly stood up, leaning on his cane.

His gaze fell on the token in Zhang Yuan's hand.

"The Yue Battalion was the last line of defense for Tianyuan City. As long as the token remains, the spirit of the army will never die. The one who holds the token can command all descendants of Tianyuan."

He paused, gripped his long staff tightly, and continued, word by word:

"The old guard, heed my command!"

The sound echoed over the training ground, lingering for a long time.

In less than an hour, the leaders of all sides had reached a consensus on the training ground in front of the cliff in Zhaohua City.

On the training ground, the teams that were originally independent began to merge and reorganize.

The scouts from Jinyu Prefecture and the border troops from Qingtian Pass were combined into a vanguard reconnaissance battalion.

The heavy infantry of Burning Sky Fortress and the hunters of the Ancestral Tribe were combined into an assault brigade.

The efficiency was extremely high, with no wrangling or passing the buck.

Because they all knew there was no time left.

That night, Zhang Yuan stood on the highest city tower of Zhaohua City, gazing at the surging purplish-black clouds to the north.

Qin Yue stood behind him.

"Within three days, all the troops that the northern border of Qingsong Realm can mobilize will converge on Zhaohua City. News from Jinyu Prefecture indicates that the number of magical beasts is approaching ten million."

Zhang Yuan remained silent.

Qin Yue remained silent for a moment, then took out a palm-sized silver token from his robes and handed it to Zhang Yuan: "There's another piece of news. The rift deepest in the Canglang Plains has widened. Someone discovered a new aura at the edge of the rift, one that doesn't belong to this world. It's very ancient... and very powerful."

Zhang Yuan did not take the token. He merely glanced at it before speaking.

"What was that aura?"

"I don't know," Qin Yue shook his head, "but a message came from the old guard—"

He paused, his voice very low.

"They said that someone was waiting for us behind that crack."

Zhang Yuan was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Let them wait."

Qin Yue was stunned.

Zhang Yuan turned around, looking at him calmly. His voice wasn't loud, but it made Qin Yue feel a strange sense of pressure: "We've waited a million years, what's a few more days? Tell them that I'll go when I'm free."

He gripped the Zhenyue Token and gazed at the dark purple clouds that slowly rolled across the northern horizon.

"Now, I want to let those magical beasts know that this city is not one they can touch."

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Nine days later, in Zhaohua City.

The flag on the city wall has been changed.

A huge black battle flag fluttering in the morning light.

The flag had no embroidered patterns, only large silver-gray characters.

岳。

Under that battle flag stood a dark, imposing army.

The Jin Yu Prefecture's 30,000 light cavalry were arrayed on the far left flank.

The iron armor of the warhorses gleamed coldly in the morning light, and the cavalrymen sat silently on their horses, their lances standing upright in a dense forest.

The 40,000 infantrymen of Burning Sky Fortress were arrayed on the far right flank.

The shields stood tall, covered with flame-shaped patterns, casting a large shadow over the ground beneath the city walls.

Fifty thousand border troops from Qingtian Pass were arrayed in front of the central army.

The footwork between the battle formations was seamless, the spears were laid flat, the archers' arrows were nocked, and the battle line resembled a long steel serpent awaiting orders.

The hunter teams of the early tribes were scattered in every crevice, filling every nook and cranny of the military formation.

In the very heart of the central command stood those who had returned alive from the Canglang Plains.

The remnants of Liuyun Village, the light cavalry of Jifeng Camp, the veterans of Fufeng Camp, and the three thousand soldiers of the Baishuang clan.

They were not the largest in number, nor were they the best equipped.

But they had all experienced the bloody battle of the Canglang Plains, and their bodies still bore hideous scars. (End of Chapter)