Chapter 530: Young Marshal's Army - Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling

"Zi Ling, if we join forces, we will have nothing to fear from the world!"

Kou Zhong laughed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"That's right, Master Zhong. Today, let us use this battlefield as paper and our blood as ink to write our own glorious chapter!"

Xu Ziling responded with a sharper sword light. Even with his temperament, he couldn't help but feel agitated when he arrived at this top battlefield.

The battle continued, with both sides suffering heavy casualties, but the morale of the Young Marshal's army grew increasingly high.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, the two leaders, set an example by charging ahead of many young marshals.

"Master Zhong, it seems that the commander of the Great Xuan Army on the opposite side is no ordinary person. This battle may not be easy."

Xu Ziling said in the interval, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.

"Not easy? Humph, it is precisely because it is not easy that our Young Marshal's army is even more brave."

"Zi Ling, you and I must carve out a path to victory amidst this difficulty."

"Tell the brothers to hold on for a while longer. When Leader Xuanyuan is free, victory will surely belong to us!"

Kou Zhong wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes calm.

At this time, the commander of the opposing Daxuan army was Wu Jianzhang, one of the Nine Elders who founded the Sui Dynasty and served under Yang Jian, Duke of Sui in the Daxuan Dynasty.

He is an experienced veteran who has fought in countless battles. The traces of time remain on his body, but he has also developed an incomparable calmness and wisdom.

At this moment, he stood in front of the Great Xuan Army, wearing silver armor and holding a spear, like an unshakable god of war.

Wu Jianzhang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He scanned the charging Young Marshal's army and sneered, "Humph, a mere ruffian dares to compete with the Great Xuan Dynasty?"

"Today, I will let you know what a real battlefield is!"

He waved the spear in his hand, and the Daxuan army immediately changed its formation, like a moving steel fortress, slowly facing the charge of the Shaoshuai army.

The two armies clashed, swords flashed, war drums thundered, and it seemed that there was only endless killing and roaring between heaven and earth.

Wu Jianzhang, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, two rebel leaders from humble origins, engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, and the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly.

Wu Jianzhang commanded the Daxuan army as if he was directing a precise dance. Every move was just right, causing the Shaoshuai army's charges to be repeatedly frustrated.

However, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were not ordinary people.

The two of them led the Young Marshal's Army to fight bravely. Every charge was like a storm, which put a lot of pressure on the Daxuan Army.

The two sides were in a stalemate, with blood and flesh flying all over the battlefield and wailing sounds coming one after another.

Wu Jianzhang frowned, he was keenly aware of the subtle changes on the battlefield.

Although the charge of Shaoshuai's army was extremely brave, it gradually became weak due to the precise formation and calm response of the Daxuan army.

"It seems that it is time to teach these reckless people a lesson."

A sneer appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself.

At the same time, in front of the Young Marshal's army, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also realized that the situation on the battlefield was not good.

As they watched the Shaoshuai Army they had personally founded being blocked by the Daxuan Army led by Wu Jianzhang, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Zi Ling, look at the situation. We can't go on like this."

Kou Zhong tightly grasped the black sword, his eyes sharp as an eagle, scanning every corner of the battlefield.

"Indeed, Master Zhong. We must find a way to break this deadlock."

Xu Ziling pondered for a moment and nodded.

"In that case, let's lead our troops to charge forward and behead Wu Jianzhang!"

"As long as he dies, the morale of the Daxuan army will inevitably be affected. Without a leader, we can then take the opportunity to counterattack!" Upon hearing this, Kou Zhong's eyes flashed with a hint of determination.

Xu Ziling was somewhat worried when he heard this, but the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly and he did not have time to think about it.

"Okay, Master Zhong. I'll go with you!"

For now, this is the only solution. I could only nod and say in a deep voice.

Following an order, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling personally led the elite troops of the Young Marshal's Army and rushed towards the formation of the Daxuan Army like a storm.

There is only one goal, which is to behead Wu Jianzhang!
Seeing this, Wu Jianzhang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were both rare and powerful generals, but he did not choose to move his position. Instead, he waved the command flags in his hands and continued to command the Daxuan army to meet the enemy.

The two armies clashed, swords flashed, drums roared. Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling led the young marshal's army to fight bravely.

Every charge was like a storm, putting great pressure on the Daxuan army.

However, Wu Jianzhang is no ordinary person.

He commanded the Daxuan army as if he was directing a precise dance.

The two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, with blood and flesh flying all over the battlefield and wailing sounds coming one after another.

At this critical moment, Kou Zhong shouted loudly, holding a black knife, and rushed towards Wu Jianzhang like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Xu Ziling followed closely behind, dancing with his sword lightly, and each strike was accurate and deadly.

The two cooperated well and jointly resisted the attack of the Daxuan army, approaching Wu Jianzhang step by step.

Seeing this, Wu Jianzhang couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

As a veteran of the Great Xuan Dynasty, how could he have ever been provoked like this?
He also waved the spear in his hand and met the attack of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, Kou Zhong's black sword swept in like a tornado, and every strike contained endless power and determination.

However, Wu Jianzhang is not a man who has gained his fame for nothing.

The spear in his hand danced and swung like an angry dragon, and every swing was accompanied by a violent attack.

He had been through hundreds of battles and was extremely experienced. Facing the attacks from Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, he did not show any panic.

Both sides come and go, refusing to give in to each other.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, making it hard to keep up.

However, at this critical moment, Kou Zhong suddenly shouted and swung the black sword even more violently.

He spotted Wu Jianzhang's weakness and slashed at his shoulder with his knife.

Wu Jianzhang was shocked when he saw this, and quickly swung the spear in his hand to block, but it was too late.

The black blade slashed across his shoulder like lightning, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Oh, it hurts so much!"

Wu Jianzhang only felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but let out a scream.

However, in the blink of an eye, two angry shouts were heard like thunder, shaking the entire battlefield.

"Father!"

"uncle!"

Along with these two angry shouts, two generals in armor rushed towards this side angrily.

It was Wu Jianzhang’s son Wu Yunzhao and nephew Wu Tianxi.

Seeing their father (uncles) injured, these two powerful generals of the Great Xuan Dynasty were filled with rage, like two enraged lions.

(End of this chapter)