fantasy novels Chapter 111 One Man Guards the Pass
Chapter 111 One Man Guards the Pass
Chapter 111 One Man Holds the Pass
"Good, good! Lu Yuan actually managed to take down Moya Mountain." Hearing him say this, the generals in the tent first looked at the Seventh Prince, and then awkwardly echoed Xiao Heng.
They are not Commander Xiao.
I dare not actually stand up and praise them. The commanders of the Imperial Guard are different from the commanders of local towns. They are officials of the fourth rank, and many of them are related to the royal family.
The Seventh Prince remained unmoved; he was not affected by Lu Yuan's victory.
Ultimately, he was just a commoner. With the foundation of the Prince of Polu's mansion, even if Lu Yuan spent his whole life working, he might not be able to reach the starting point of others.
However, Xiao Heng was clearly genuinely happy.
After all, setting aside the strategic significance of this event, the discovery of a talent is something to celebrate.
Then, after glancing around at the generals in the tent, he chuckled and said, "Now that Moyashan has been captured, the border troops that have been sent to reinforce it can continue to advance."
The Imperial Guards are meant to determine the fate of the nation; he would never easily send them out unless the outcome was truly decided, just like the elite Western Rong warriors—they were his trump card.
If the Imperial Guards were to join such a large-scale battle, it would mean that the Great Yong Dynasty was facing a life-or-death moment. The others in the tent nodded and began to continue discussing the subsequent battle plan.
Meanwhile, on the cliff face.
Lu Yuan felt that the true essence in his dantian was full, and his meridians were also overflowing.
I knew in my heart that it was time for a breakthrough.
Then open the system panel.
[Fourth-grade martial art, "Primordial Qi Gong," True Essence (1037/1000 Minor Success, breakthrough possible?)]
Immediately after choosing to break through, a powerful and violent aura surged from Lu Yuan's body towards his dantian.
The next moment, the dantian, which was originally like a pond, instantly transformed into a lake under this power.
His skin was throbbing.
"Buzz!"
The rich and pure essence permeates the entire body.
[Fourth-grade martial art, "Primordial Qi Gong," True Essence (37/10000 Great Success)]
At this moment, Lu Yuan's true essence reached its peak.
Feeling the immense energy within his body, he now felt capable of fighting even against a master who had reached the peak of the Innate Realm.
However, there are actually very few people who can achieve great success in the Innate Realm.
This means that he is now basically fearless against innate masters.
What they can do, Lu Yuan can do as well; what they cannot do, Lu Yuan can also do.
What's most terrifying is Lu Yuan's strength. After constant training, his divine power is astonishing. It's no exaggeration to say that even without using his true essence, he can fight against a Xiantian cultivator with just his physical strength.
At this point, he could finally be considered a master, albeit barely.
Even amidst a vast army, they now possess the ability to protect themselves.
And at that very moment.
"Bang! Bang!"
A deafening sound rang out outside. When Lu Yuan stepped out of his tent, he saw a fiery red orb of light explode in the sky.
Zhou He rushed over, glancing at the beam of light below with lingering fear, and said to Lu Yuan:
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"My lord, this is a signal arrow from the Imperial Guards, indicating that a large number of enemies are approaching. It seems that the Western Rong people are attacking."
After he finished speaking, Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Da da!"
Then, footsteps could be heard outside.
Lu Yuan looked over and saw that Zhou Xiong and the others had also arrived.
"Notify everyone to prepare for battle. Sun Li, take your men and defend the mountaintop. The rest of you, follow me to Baiyun Bay!"
After giving the order, he picked up his crescent blade and headed down the mountain.
After exchanging a glance with Zhou Xiong, Zhao Wu led his men and followed.
At this time, there were only a little over 1,600 people left on the mountain who were capable of fighting.
There are still more than 400 under Sun Xingmo.
The other two centurions had a combined force of just over 1,200 men.
They didn't know how many Western Rong people had come, but they understood that if they let them attack, these people would surely die.
On the mountain road of Baiyunwan, a team of a hundred men was left to patrol and guard against anyone coming up.
Upon hearing the whistle, the centurion immediately ordered, "Bring all the stones up here, and block the road with anything usable."
He, too, had grown up fighting in the border army for many years and understood what this signal meant.
After the daytime battle, the barrier was almost completely destroyed. Now, with his command, the surrounding soldiers began to carry stones and wooden stakes from all around and lay them on the road.
Just then, in the distance, they saw the dark-skinned Western Rong army approaching.
They were dressed in armor and carrying torches.
They had already discovered the bodies of the Western Rong warriors on the way, so they extinguished all the lights along the way. Who would have thought that there were Imperial Guards on patrol at the foot of the mountain? After their whereabouts were revealed, they simply lit the torches again and rushed straight up the mountain.
Seeing this, the centurion gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, without this dangerous road, this battle will be much harder. If you're a real man, fight to the death today and buy some time for our comrades behind us."
Lu Yuan and the others had not arrived yet. If Baiyunwan were lost, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Having fought in the army for many years, they could naturally tell that the number of Western Rong troops below probably reached tens of thousands.
If they just rush in headfirst like that, their mere thousand men will be devoured, leaving not even bones behind.
"yes!"
After hearing his centurion's shout.
The soldiers behind him all raised their weapons.
These people were either those who had followed Lu Yuan in his campaigns to the south and north until now, or those who had experienced the earth-shattering battle half a month ago.
So, I wasn't afraid.
At that moment, the Western Rong people rushed up.
Behind the barrier, Lu Yuan's centurion led his men into battle against the Western Rong people.
At this moment, they could smell the blood emanating from the Western Rong people.
In just a moment, more than a dozen Dayong warriors fell to the ground.
The Western Rong warriors behind them surged forward like a tidal wave.
At this moment, one can imagine just how much pressure these hundred people were under.
Upon hearing the shouts of battle from afar, Lu Yuan and his men dared not delay and sprinted downwards with all their might.
Even so, by the time they reached Baiyun Bay, only a dozen or so members of the hundred-person team remained.
Under the moonlight, I looked at the obstacles stained red with blood.
Lu Yuan's cold gaze fixed on the Western Rong people without the slightest hesitation.
It charged straight ahead.
As soon as they reached the obstacle, the crescent blade swept out, its astonishing sharpness kicking up a cloud of blood mist.
The nearby Western Rong warriors couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
Zhou Xiong and Zhao Wu glanced at the enemies below the mountain and felt a chill run down their spines, but without hesitation, they quickly followed Lu Yuan and rushed up.
The narrow mountain road became a purgatory at this moment.
Lu Yuan, wielding a long sword, single-handedly blocked two-thirds of the road, while the others filled in at the gaps.
They didn't know how long they would have to fight to defeat the enemy; they just kept swinging their weapons.
Within moments, his body was covered in blood plasma.