Chapter 237: Yuan Hong!

Generals, this battle concerns the life and death of the Da Qian dynasty, and also the honor and disgrace of each of us.

I, Tan Mengjun, hereby swear that I will fight Yan Wang to the death, and will sacrifice my life to defend the dignity and territory of the Da Qian dynasty!

He turned around, looked at the generals inside the tent, and spoke firmly.

I swear to follow the commander unto death! I swear to defend the Da Qian dynasty unto death!

The generals were inspired by his heroic words, drawing their swords and shouting loudly.

Tan Mengjun nodded satisfiedly, knowing that at this moment the soldiers had temporarily shaken off the shadow of their retreat being cut off, and had regained their fighting spirit and confidence.

As night fell, the soldiers of the Pacification Army began to busy themselves.

They reinforced the camp defenses, readied their weapons, inspected supplies, and made thorough preparations for the impending battle.

At the same time, Yan Wang's Red Imperial Army was also preparing in full swing.

Yan Wang stood on the high platform, looking down at the sea of dark troops below, his heart filled with confidence.

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

He believed that as long as they launched a general attack tomorrow, they would surely annihilate Tan Mengjun's army and seize final victory!

However, he did not know that although the Pacification Army was now in dire straits, their fighting spirit and confidence had not been destroyed.

On the contrary, tempered by desperation, they became more tenacious and stubborn.

Determined to forge an impregnable barrier with their own flesh and blood, they would defend the dignity and territory of the Da Qian dynasty!

The night deepened, the starlight brilliant.

Tan Mengjun stood outside the grand tent, gazing up at the starry sky.

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

He drew a deep breath, gripped his sword tightly, and his heart filled with the conviction and resolve to win.

He knew that this pinnacle battle was destined to become part of the future reforms of the Da Qian dynasty, forever recorded in history.

Victory! Then the Da Qian dynasty would quell Yan Wang's rebellion, and the two remaining great surnamed kings would dare not act rashly for the time being.

The Da Qian dynasty would have enough time to gradually pacify the various disturbances within its borders.

Defeat!

There's nothing more to say; the elite army cobbled together by the Da Qian dynasty was utterly annihilated.

With most of the Da Qian dynasty's forces concentrated on the southern battlefields of Lu and Wu provinces.

Yan Wang's army could march east out of Heroic Peace Pass and advance unimpeded.

Straight for the capital of the Da Qian dynasty!

In a short time, the Da Qian dynasty could no longer muster a sufficiently large army to block Yan Wang's Red Imperial Army!

With the arrival of dawn, the war drums thundered, shaking heaven and earth.

Tan Mengjun's Pacification Army and Yan Wang's Red Imperial Army formed up on the battlefield, facing each other, both sides standing ready and poised to strike.

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

Tan Mengjun wore battle armor, held a long sword, and stood at the very front of the army.

His gaze, torch-like, fixed on the enemy ahead, his heart filled with resolve.

"Kill——"

At his command, the Pacification Army behind him surged forward like arrows released from a bow.

They waved their weapons, letting out earth‑shaking shouts; their faces showed firm determination, as if they would pour all their anger and strength into this battle.

"All forces, advance!"

Yan Wang's Red Imperial Army was not to be outdone, meeting them head‑on as the soldiers on both sides engaged in fierce combat.

Blades flashed, flesh flew; warhorses neighed, drums thundered; the air reeked of thick blood and gunpowder, as if it would devour the whole battlefield.

Tan Mengjun brandished his long sword at the forefront, his figure darting left and right on the battlefield, unstoppable.

His long sword seemed to wield the force of thunder, each sweep taking several enemy lives; though wounded in many places, he felt no pain and continued to fight bravely.

Under his leadership, having already sacrificed himself, the soldiers of the Da Qian Pacification Army grew braver with each battle, unstoppable.

With their own flesh and blood they built an impregnable barrier, firmly keeping Yan Wang's Red Imperial Army outside.

Using their courage and wisdom, they defused every enemy attack and gradually seized the initiative on the battlefield.

Yan Wang stood on the high platform, witnessing the brutal scene on the battlefield, a chill flashing in his eyes.

He had originally thought his Red Imperial Army could easily defeat Tan Mengjun's army and win victory.

But now it seemed he had underestimated the strength and fighting spirit of this isolated army.

Yet he was not willing to let it rest like that.

He immediately ordered the Red Imperial Army to launch a more violent assault, hoping to turn the tide of the battlefield.

But no matter how hard they tried, they could never break through the solid defenses erected by Tan Mengjun's army.

On the contrary, under the Pacification Army's brave counterattack, the Red Imperial Army's casualties grew ever heavier, and its morale gradually sank.

The blazing sun like fire, smoke rose on the battlefield, cries of slaughter shook the sky. Between the Red Imperial Army and the Pacification Army, war drums beat, arrows fell like rain, each clash seeming to tear the whole battlefield apart.

And on this fierce battlefield, a white‑clad warrior darted through the enemy ranks like a shooting star, his flying immortal spear dancing with wind and water, each swing taking several lives—none other than the Flying Immortal Spear God, Gong Xiao Chuan.

Gong Xiao Chuan's agile form was like a white lightning bolt flashing through the Red Imperial Army; wherever he passed, none could withstand him.

His spear technique was both fierce and uncanny—sometimes like a Flood Dragon leaping from the sea, straight for the enemy commander's head; sometimes like a spirit snake gliding, skillfully dodging the enemy's attacks.

Under his leadership, the Pacification Army's morale soared extraordinarily, driving the Red Imperial Army into continual retreat.

And in a corner of the battlefield, Yan Wang's face turned ashen as he watched this scene.

He had originally thought that relying on the Red Imperial Army's elite forces would be enough to easily defeat the Pacification Army; but the current situation left him greatly surprised.

Especially Gong Xiao Chuan's elusive spear technique made him feel a chill.

He knew that if they continued like this, the Red Imperial Army would surely suffer heavy losses.

The Flame King took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Hah!"

"General Yuan, please."

Beside the Flame King stood seven burly generals; the leader wore heavy armor and held a single‑qi water‑fire staff, his killing intent and fighting spirit seeming to condense into substance.

He was, in fact, one of the top War Gods who had previously been promoted to Heavenly God General—Yuan Hong of the Seven Monsters of Mei Mountain!

However, at this moment his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity.

"His spear technique is exquisite, his footwork uncanny—he is truly a formidable opponent."

Yuan Hong heard this, glanced at Gong Xiaochuan on the battlefield, then withdrew his gaze and spoke in a low voice.

"The Flying Immortal Spear God—his Flying Immortal Spear shakes the world—is naturally extraordinary!"

"The rebellion‑suppressing army he leads is so brave that our forces already show signs of defeat."

"General Yuan, I, the Flame King, would like to ask you to take action against him—is that acceptable?"

The Flame King nodded and spoke in a low voice.

Yuan Hong raised his brows, a flash of fighting spirit appearing in his eyes.

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

Moreover, he understood that the Flame King's solemn request for him to act was because Gong Xiaochuan's influence on the overall battle was too great.

(End of chapter)