Chapter 1999: Impossible Battle

Can't we bypass the Eastern Fort?

We've tried several times, but we can't get around it. The mountain path behind the Eastern Fort is easy to defend and hard to attack. We've been repelled multiple times.

He Lingchuan also examined the sand table, giving a faint smile: "Fine, we'll stick with your tactics. However you fought last time, I'll fight the same way today!"

The officers: "??"

No need to discuss tactics?

No need to optimize deployment?

No need for clever schemes, like planting scouts or sowing discord?

He Lingchuan ignored the officers' bewildered stares, leading the Black Armor Army and the newly unified Seven Kingdoms Alliance up the mountain, charging straight at the Eastern Fort.

This is a perfect replication of the Alliance's former tactics, unchanged in the slightest.

Yes, just that casually. But the Nine Abysses Great Emperor issued a strict order:

Each unit has a supervisor at the rear; those who hesitate to advance or flee in battle will be beheaded on the spot!

With such a vast army approaching openly, without seeking any cover, the enemy naturally noticed quickly—drums and whistles sounded in unison, echoing through the mountains.

Where did these enemies come from!

Are they the Alliance?

Didn't the Heavy Armament General say that Bixia had already reached a ceasefire agreement with the Alliance? Do these fellows dare to break the treaty?

The Western Fort immediately dispatched troops to reinforce the Eastern Fort from behind. The garrisons of both forts, occupying high ground, moved to meet He Lingchuan's army.

Both sides sounded the charge horns, both broke into frantic runs.

And then?

And then, they were shattered by the charge!

The avian demons circled high in the sky; looking down from their perspective, the Twin Forts' army descending the mountain truly resembled waves crashing against the shore—orderly and imposing.

But He Lingchuan leading the troops uphill was more like a tsunami breaking through a gate; the contact between the two sides was very brief—just—

two—

three—

about a dozen breaths or so, the vanguard swept forward in a clearing motion, violently hurling the enemy into disarray!

The main force advanced with a ferocity incomprehensible to the Alliance, crushing or sweeping aside any obstructing foe.

When narrow paths meet, the brave prevail.

With this momentum seized, the Bixia army was forced into relentless retreat, unwillingly yielding the mountain summit. He Lingchuan immediately divided his main force into three:

one to assault the Eastern Fort walls, one to encircle and beat the Eastern Fort troops, one to intercept the Western Fort troops.

At this moment, the Eastern Fort troops had no time to retreat back into the fort, leaving the interior empty. The Black Armor Army had specialized climbing units scale the walls, capturing them in just a few moves;

the Eastern Fort troops themselves also couldn't hold out, suffering heavy casualties and surrendering after two hours;

the Western Fort troops, seeing the situation turn dire, hurriedly retreated to the Western Fort, intending to close the gates and await reinforcements. Who knew the Nine Abysses' army would follow the victory, pressing straight to the Western Fort's gates—they hadn't even shut their doors properly before being violently smashed inside!

A single wave flattened everything, mission accomplished.

The end of this battle was as sudden as its beginning—less than two hours from start to finish.

Until marching in formation through the Eastern and Western Fort gates, until seeing prisoners kneeling in three rows along the wall base, the Alliance soldiers still felt as if they were dreaming.

Did we win? Is it really over like this?

What exactly happened just now?

How could the Bixia army be so fragile, collapsing at a push? Just over ten days ago, we were clearly fighting them to the death!

Same people, same soldiers—why, in the presence of the Dragon God, are they as fragile as those pretending to be injured for compensation?

Everyone racked their brains, unable to discern the key to today's victory.

Was it the Black Armor Army's charge being exceptionally brave?

Or did the Nine Abysses Great Emperor seize the perfect moment?

But regardless, they had just fought the most exhilarating battle of their lives.

Turns out warfare can be this irresistible, and combat can be this unreasonably swift and decisive!

No wonder the Dragon God's followers keep growing—who doesn't like winning?

Happiness is all that matters.

At this moment, a light rain began to fall, pattering softly, drifting onto faces with a cool, refreshing sensation.

This is Imperial Flow Essence!

It arrived after the battle ended, perfectly timed to replenish a bit of strength for the weary soldiers.

Many hoped eagerly: since we won a great victory, and captured in three hours what previously took two months to assault, will there be a victory feast later?

In the past, whenever we won a major battle against Bixia, the commander would always reward the troops to boost morale, enabling the next vigorous advance.

But there was none.

The Dragon God lifted his head to gaze at the sky, feeling the vibrant vitality brought by the Imperial Flow Essence, said "Heaven aids me as well," then ordered everyone to rest in place for one hour, replenish food and water, then continue marching north!

Fight a while, rest a while—how long will conquering Bixia take?

What He Lingchuan lacks most is time!

Back when the Alliance's veteran soldiers just opened their mouths to complain twice, the whip from behind would lash across their faces:

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This is the Dragon God's army—if he tells you to go east, you can't go west.

If he hasn't let you speak, opening your mouth only lets you breathe!

The Alliance is already gone; here there are only the Black Armor Army and the Dragon God Army. Your sole standard of action is to implement the Dragon God's will!

Although the Imperial Flow Essence has the effect of disturbing and amplifying emotions, the army's energy was nearly exhausted in the great battle, everyone utterly fatigued. Added to the Dragon God's awe-inspiring presence suppressing the entire field, everyone—including the former Alliance commanders—is now utterly still.

The army in the night could only look up and hurry forward, using the imperial nectar that struck their faces to restore their stamina, but unexpectedly their steps grew lighter and lighter, and their bodily fatigue was washed away.

When the spirit rain fell, the concentration of spiritual energy in heaven and earth was especially high. This was the best supplement, allowing living things to recover their strength extremely quickly.

If we don't make a forced march now, when will we wait? With such a convenient period, are we supposed to use it to sleep in?

Only then did the commanders begin to admire, the Dragon God truly excelled at using the momentum of heaven and earth.

The following two days also saw frequent night rains.

Taking advantage of the descent of the spirit nectar, the Nine Abyssal Great Emperor led the army in campaigns across four regions, winning five major battles in succession!

The interior of Bixia had almost descended into chaos like a pot of porridge.

The Nine Abyssal Great Emperor's advance was too swift; the people of Bixia didn't even know one city had already fallen before the Dragon God's army was already at the gates of the second city. The enemy hadn't even reacted before the battle was already over.

Among them, the Nine Abyssal Great Emperor attacked two cities in succession, taking as little as four hours. They were still forty li apart.

Following behind the Nine Abyssal Great Emperor's forces, the allied army had a kind of happy illusion:

Turns out we're this strong?

Marching by day and night, drinking imperial nectar when idle to replenish, though the army was fatigued, the feeling of repeated victories still made the soldiers straighten their chests and lift their heads, walking with vigor.

By dawn, He Lingchuan grabbed his whip, pointing ahead at the fields and city walls: "Starting from here, we divide into three routes. Three days later, we will meet at Xiyun Gully."

The purpose of dividing the troops was, of course, to increase speed. Bixia and the allied army had fought for two years; it cannot be said the allied army achieved nothing, for it had at least devoured vast territories, even twice advancing to the gates of Ducheng, and now Bixia's land area had shrunk to one-third of its original size.

He Lingchuan divided his forces to advance, giving each army only three days to rendezvous at Xiyun Gully, the precursor to the Bixian capital; failure to arrive on time would result in severe punishment.