diymy Chapter 151 Clash of Armies
Chapter 151 Clash of Armies
Three days later.
Outside Dingbei City, an army of 170,000 men had been arrayed.
Lin Chen, dressed in military uniform, stood on the reviewing stand.
Below the stage, the dark mass of soldiers stood silently, with only the banners fluttering in the wind.
The Tiger Warriors, clad in black armor and bearing black banners, exuded a murderous aura.
The dragon riders, clad in white and silver armor, stood amidst the heavy snow, their presence as chilling as a forest.
The border soldiers wore different armor, but their eyes were firm and their fighting spirit was high.
Lin Chen surveyed the entire army and said loudly:
"Soldiers!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Three years ago, my father, Lin Tianxiong, and my seven elder brothers were murdered by treacherous people in this very northern border region and died on the battlefield!"
The entire army fell silent.
"Three years later, I, Lin Chen, have returned. I'm not here for revenge..."
He paused, then continued:
"I have come here to complete the unfinished work of my father and brother—to guard the northern border, to protect the northern gate of Dayan!"
"Now, the Northern Shuo has an army of 250,000 pressing in, intending to conquer the northern border and march south into the Central Plains. What do you suggest we do?"
"War! War! War!"
One hundred and seventeen thousand people roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Lin Chen raised his hand to suppress the sound.
"Alright! Let's fight!"
He drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it north:
"This battle is not for titles or honors, not for fame or fortune, but solely to protect our homeland, to protect our parents, wives, and children!"
"Tiger Warriors!"
"Here!" the eight thousand elite soldiers responded in unison.
"Great Snow Dragon Rider!"
"Here!" The five hundred cavalrymen roared like thunder.
"The Northern Border Army!"
"Here!" roared the 160,000 soldiers.
Lin Chen swung his longsword:
"Let's march!"
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The war drums sounded.
The 170,000-strong army, like an iron torrent, slowly set off.
Qin Shuyan and the other two women, dressed in military uniforms, followed behind Lin Chen.
Xiao Yulou gripped the hilt of his sword and said softly, "Eighth Brother will definitely win."
Ye Qingying nodded: "He has never lost."
Qin Shuyan clasped her hands tightly and prayed silently.
……
At the same time, on the East China Sea.
A giant black ship cuts through the waves.
Three men in black robes stood at the bow of the ship.
The leader was an old man with a withered face, sunken eyes, and an aura of death surrounding him.
Behind them were two people, a man and a woman, both with deep, heavy auras, unlike living people.
"Old Ghost, we'll reach the Northern Border in three more days." The woman's voice was hoarse.
"This time, the sect leader has given a death order: we must retrieve the Demon Lord's Origin Sealing Stone Tablet and kill Li Bai and Lin Chen."
The old man slowly opened his eyes, two will-o'-the-wisps flickering within them:
"Li Bai... was able to kill the Styx River, he did have some skill, but unfortunately, he met me."
He paused:
"With the three of us terrestrial immortals appearing together, even the holy lands of Zhongzhou would have to be wary of such a lineup."
"Who can stop us in this mere Eastern Region?"
The man chuckled sinisterly, "Old Ghost is right."
This time, we will not only reclaim our original source, but also bring the Eastern Region under the control of my Netherworld Sect.
"At that time, you will be the biggest contributor."
The old man waved his hand: "Whether it's merit or not doesn't matter."
"If I could just grasp even a fraction of the Demon Lord's essence... I could break through to the peak of the Land Immortal realm, and perhaps even glimpse a glimpse of the Celestial Immortal realm."
Greed flashed in his eyes: "Speed up, I can't wait any longer."
The giant ship's speed increased dramatically, transforming into a streak of black light as it cut through the waves.
……
The northern border, on the edge of the Blackstone Plains.
Lin Chen's army has set up camp and is resting.
Inside the command tent, Lin Chen looked at the sand table and suddenly felt something. He looked up at the east.
"They're here."
"What's here?" Zhao Zilong asked.
"An expert from the Netherworld Sect," Lin Chen said calmly.
"All three are terrestrial deities."
The expressions of the people in the tent changed slightly.
Zhuge Liang asked in a deep voice, "My lord, are you confident?"
Lin Chen smiled:
"Guess why I dared to lead an army of 170,000 to clash head-on with 250,000 elite troops from Northern Shuo?"
He stood up, walked outside the tent, and looked at the eastern night sky.
"The real opponent in this battle is not Wanyan Honglie, nor the 250,000-strong army, but... these old monsters from Zhongzhou."
He turned around, looked at the crowd, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Order the entire army to launch a general offensive first thing tomorrow morning."
"Now that they're here, let's... finish this quickly."
……
Before dawn, the Blackrock Plains were shrouded in a gray mist.
The 170,000-strong Dayan army had been arrayed, their battle flags fluttering and their warhorses neighing.
Lin Chen stood on the high platform in the center of the army, gazing at the northern horizon.
There, the campfires of the 250,000-strong Northern Shuo army spread like a sea of stars, stretching for more than ten miles.
Qin Shuyan and the other two women stood beside him, all dressed in military uniforms.
Qin Shuyan held an account book, responsible for recording battle achievements.
Xiao Yulou wore a long sword at his waist to protect Lin Chen.
Night Shadow remained hidden in the shadows, relaying intelligence at any time.
"Eighth Brother, do we really have to fight like this?"
Qin Shuyan looked at the dark mass of enemy troops in the distance, her voice trembling slightly.
Lin Chen patted the back of her hand: "Third sister-in-law, don't worry, leave the fighting to Zilong and Mr. Kongming."
All you need to remember is—no matter what happens, never leave my side.
He turned around and looked at the generals standing solemnly behind him.
Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, his expression calm.
Li Chunfeng held the array flag, ready to activate the array at any moment.
Zhao Zilong, clad in silver armor and a white robe, held his gleaming silver spear, pointing diagonally at the ground.
The eight Vajra Guardians stood on both sides, exuding a murderous aura.
Wen Tianli and the other two also stood to the side.
Hong Lie rubbed his hands together in anticipation, Sun Bu'er checked the medicine box, and Wen Tianli stroked his beard and observed the enemy formation.
"Mr. Kongming," Lin Chen said.
"The light is here."
"Proceed according to plan."
"Yes."
Zhuge Liang stepped forward and waved his feather fan.
"Pass on the order—"
"The vanguard of 30,000 troops, led by Zhou Tong and Wang Meng, will form a 'wedge formation' and launch a feint attack at 3:45 AM to draw the enemy's attention!"
"The left flank, numbering 50,000, led by Li Hu and Zhang Biao, will form the 'Azure Dragon Formation' and launch an attack at 9:00 AM on the enemy's right flank!"
"The right flank, numbering 50,000, led by Zhao Kui and Sun Wu, will form the 'White Tiger Formation' and launch a simultaneous attack on the enemy's left flank!"
"The central army, led by Chen Qing and Liu An, has formed the 'Black Tortoise Formation' to protect the commander-in-chief and provide support at any time!"
"The Tiger Legion headquarters, numbering eight thousand, is commanded by General Zhao Zilong and will serve as a mobile force, waiting for the opportune moment to strike!"
"Five hundred Dragon Riders of the Great Snowstorm are temporarily under the direct command of this strategist, to be used in critical moments!"
Orders were issued one after another, and the generals of each army accepted them and went off to carry them out.
Lin Chen looked at Zhuge Liang's troop deployment and nodded in satisfaction.
He took out the "True Dragon Battle Banner" bestowed by the Empress and handed it to Zhuge Liang:
"Sir, this flag is yours to use as you see fit."
Zhuge Liang solemnly accepted the battle flag: "I will certainly live up to your trust."