Chapter 239 Yuan Hong!

"My fellow generals, this battle concerns the survival of the Daqian Dynasty, and also the honor and disgrace of each of us."

"I, Tan Mengjun, swear hereby to fight to the death with King Yan and defend the dignity and territory of the Daqian Dynasty to the death!"

He turned around, looked at the generals in the tent, and spoke in a firm voice.

"Follow the commander till death! Defend the Great Qian Dynasty till death!"

The generals were moved by his heroic words and drew their swords and shouted loudly.

Tan Mengjun nodded with satisfaction. He knew that at this moment the soldiers had temporarily gotten rid of the shadow of having their retreat cut off and had regained their fighting spirit and confidence.

As night fell, the soldiers of the rebellion suppression army began to get busy.

Strengthen the camp defenses, prepare weapons, check food and grass, and make full preparations for the upcoming war.

At the same time, King Yan's Red Army was also making intensive preparations.

King Yan stood on the high platform, overlooking the dark army below, his heart full of confidence.

Now, Tan Mengjun's army has become a turtle in a jar, with no way to escape.

He believed that as long as they launched a general offensive tomorrow, they would be able to annihilate Tan Meng's army and win the final victory!

However, what he didn't know was that although the army suppressing the rebellion was in a desperate situation at this time, their fighting spirit and confidence had not been destroyed.

On the contrary, under the tempering of desperate situations, they become more resilient and tenacious.

Determined to use his flesh and blood to build an indestructible barrier to defend the dignity and territory of the Daqian Dynasty!

The night deepens and the stars shine brightly.

Tan Mengjun stood outside the big tent, looking up at the starry sky.

His gaze gradually became firm and deep, as if he could penetrate the darkness and see the dawn of the future.

He took a deep breath, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and his heart was filled with faith and determination to win.

He knew that this peak battle was destined to become part of the future changes of the Daqian Dynasty and would be recorded in history forever.

Victory! If the Daqian Dynasty puts down the rebellion of King Yan, the remaining two kings of different surnames will not dare to move for the time being.

Daqian had enough time to slowly quell the various unrests within the country.

defeat!
There is nothing more to say. This elite army that Daqian had pieced together was completely wiped out.

When most of Daqian's combat power was concentrated in the battlefields of Luzhou and Wuzhou in the south.

King Yan’s army can go east through Xiong’an Pass and march straight in.

Directly pointing to the imperial capital of the Daqian Dynasty!

The Daqian Dynasty could no longer mobilize a sufficient number of troops to stop King Yan’s Chiyu Army in a short period of time!

As dawn approached, the sound of war drums shook the heavens and the earth.

The rebellion suppression army led by Tan Mengjun and King Yan's Chiyu Army faced each other on the battlefield, with the soldiers on both sides ready to go.

The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, as if even the heaven and earth were infected by this solemn and murderous aura.

Tan Mengjun, wearing armor and holding a long sword, stood at the forefront of the army.

He stared at the enemy ahead with a sharp gaze, his heart filled with determination.

"kill--"

With his order, the anti-rebellion army behind him rushed towards the enemy like an arrow.

They waved their weapons and shouted loudly; their faces were full of determination and steadfastness, as if they wanted to pour all their anger and strength into this battle.

"Army attack!"

The Yan Wang's Chiyu army was not to be outdone and came forward to fight, and the soldiers of both sides engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield.

Swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere; horses neighed, drums roared; the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it was about to swallow up the entire battlefield. Tan Mengjun rushed to the front, waving his long sword, and his figure rushed left and right on the battlefield, invincible.

The long sword in his hand seemed to carry the force of thunder, and every swing could take the lives of several enemy soldiers; he had been wounded in many places, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to fight bravely.

Under his personal leadership, the soldiers of Daqian's rebellion army became more courageous and unstoppable.

He used his own flesh and blood to build an indestructible barrier, keeping the Flame King's Red Army out.

He used his courage and wisdom to resolve every attack by the enemy and gradually took the initiative on the battlefield.

King Yan stood on the high platform, witnessing the tragic scene on the battlefield, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that his Chiyu army could easily defeat Tan Meng's army and win the victory.

But at this moment, it seemed that he had underestimated the strength and fighting spirit of this isolated army.

However, he was not willing to let it go.

He immediately ordered the Chiyu army to launch a more fierce attack in an attempt to reverse the situation on the battlefield.

But no matter how hard they tried, they were unable to break through the solid defense line built by Tan Meng's army.

On the contrary, under the courageous counterattack of the rebellion-suppressing army, the casualties of the Chiyu army became increasingly heavy, and the morale gradually declined.

The sun was blazing, smoke billowed on the battlefield, and shouts of killing shook the sky. The battle drums of war between the Chiyu Army and the rebel army were beating, arrows rained down, and every collision seemed to tear the entire battlefield apart.

And on this fierce battlefield, a warrior in white was flying through the enemy camp like a meteor, wielding the Flying Immortal Spear with great skill. Every time he swung it, he took away several lives. It was none other than Gong Xiaochuan, the god of the Flying Immortal Spear.

Gong Xiaochuan was agile and moved like a flash of white lightning as he shuttled through the Chiyu army. No one could stop him wherever he went.

His spear skills were both fierce and strange. Sometimes he was like a dragon emerging from the sea, taking the heads of enemy generals; sometimes he was like a swimming snake, cleverly avoiding the enemy's attacks.

Under his leadership, the morale of the army suppressing the rebellion was extremely high, and they defeated the Chiyu Army step by step.

In a corner of the battlefield, King Yan was looking at the scene with a grim face.

He originally thought that with the elite troops of the Chiyu Army, they would be able to easily defeat the rebellion army; however, the current situation surprised him.

Especially Gong Xiaochuan's elusive shooting skills made him feel chilled.

He knew that if the fighting continued like this, the Chiyu Army would suffer heavy losses.

The Flame King took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

"call!"

"General Yuan, please."

Beside King Yan stood seven burly generals. The leader was wearing heavy armor and holding a water and fire stick in his hand. His murderous aura and fighting spirit seemed to be condensed into substance.

It turned out to be one of the top war gods who had been promoted to heavenly generals - Yuan Hong, one of the Seven Monsters of Meishan!
However, at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity.

"This man has excellent spear skills and strange body movements. He is indeed a formidable opponent."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong glanced at Gong Xiaochuan on the battlefield, then retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice.

"The God of the Flying Immortal Spear, a Flying Immortal Spear that shocks the world, must be extraordinary!"

"The army he led to suppress the rebellion was so brave that our army was already in a state of defeat."

"General Yuan, I would like to ask you to help deal with him, is that okay?"

King Yan nodded and said in a deep voice.

Yuan Hong raised his eyebrows, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

As the leader of the Seven Monsters of Meishan, he has always liked to challenge the strong, and Gong Xiaochuan's bravery and strength undoubtedly aroused his fighting spirit.

He also knew that the reason why King Yan asked him to take action so solemnly was because Gong Xiaochuan had a huge impact on the entire battle situation.

(End of this chapter)