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Chapter 473: The Battle of Fancheng
Wang Boguang of the Shangyuan Wang family understood that he didn't have much time left.

The rebellion of the Lu family in Fanyang directly led to the foreign army's breach of promise. The only way back to the northern desert was cut off, and Tao Yan, who had disappeared for a long time, came back to life. He didn't know what choice Tuoba Liang would make after learning these two pieces of news, but no matter which choice he made, it would never be good for Shangyuan.

At this moment, he was like a gambler, watching the chips in his hand, which were originally extremely strong, gradually decrease, and watching the balance of victory slowly tilt.

At present, the rebellion of the Lu family in Fanyang has not yet reached the ears of ordinary soldiers, and Wang Boguang can still block the news and control the situation.

What if he could use his loyal soldiers to keep the news secret, would Fang Weihan, who knew the news, let go of this great opportunity to undermine the enemy's morale?

Wang Boguang, or the entire Bingzhou Group, now has only one way left.

A decisive battle, a decisive battle to directly defeat the main force of the Great Zhou and behead major figures of the Great Zhou court such as Fang Xiaotao.

……

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To the north of Fancheng, flags and armor were unfurled, and dark clouds covered the fields. Two armies gathered here, facing each other from a distance.

Fang Weihan rode his horse to the front of the battle formation. Behind him was the Dragon Shield Wall formed by more than a thousand shield soldiers led by Zuo Siyu. Behind the shield wall were the elite infantry archers led by Dian Qian.

Yang Fengqi was serious and was straightening the arrow feathers and putting them in his horse's saddlebag. Master Zhao held his long spear horizontally and drank wine sip by sip.

Chen Yuxian was unusually silent. He stared at the khaki army formation in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Fang Weihan glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Is General Chen scared?"

"A little bit indeed." Chen Yuxian nodded with a wry smile, "I'm afraid we will lose."

"Wei Lieutenant, I have been unable to sleep these past few days. Because every time I close my eyes, I always think of my brothers who died unjustly because of Wang Shi of Shangyuan. At that time, I was young and arrogant, and I didn't know how high the sky was or how deep the earth was. I always wanted to use my abilities to make a name for myself in Changming, lead them to promotions and wealth, marry a few concubines, and live a life of luxury. Ha, but who knew that in the end, I didn't make any money, but lost my life."

"I first joined the Demon Cult, and then switched to the government army, all in order to kill a few more people from the Uehara royal family with my own hands. Until now..."

"General Wei, what will happen if we lose this battle?" Chen Yuxian suddenly asked.

"The entire military force of the imperial court will be lost in one battle, the gates of the Yangtze River will be wide open, and Jiangnan and Guanzhong will lose their cities of support." Fang Weihan said leisurely, "And a few of us...may die."

Chen Yuxian grinned: "The consequences are so serious, it seems we can't lose."

"We won't lose."

Fang Weihan gazed at the Shangyuan army formation in the distance, his cloak fluttering behind him.

For this day, he has prepared too much, waited too long, and paid too much.

He remembered the trail of blood left by Ji Gang as he crawled on Changming Street, and remembered a loyal soldier who died with his eyes open.

He still remembered Fang Zun's ruthless cold-blooded plan, and the heroism of the emperor who died together with 30,000 troops holding the imperial seal.

He also remembered that his Wanwan was forced to hide her identity by this group of people, he remembered Xiaojin's bloody love and reluctance to him in front of Shaxuyi, and he remembered his death in another timeline.

Even if the rule of a unified feudal dynasty is incompetent, the future will be brighter than one ruled by aristocratic families.

"Wang Boguang..."

The eldest son of the Wang family whom he first met in Huanhua Tower eventually became his biggest rival.

And today, on this battlefield north of Xiangyang, he is going to end it all.

"Buzz!"

The shrill horns and drums sounded, and the khaki army formation in the distance began to slowly move horizontally. At the end of the horizon, the Bingzhou soldiers and cavalry rushed out from the flank like waves, and rushed straight to the side and rear of the Great Zhou army formation.

The Bingzhou army began to advance.

"Order the entire army to prepare for an attack!" Fang Weihan took a deep breath and ordered.

"Yes!"

A deeper drum beat sounded, and the East Palace Guards began to change their formation. The archers crossed over the shield soldiers and reorganized the front of the formation, while the most elite inner guard infantrymen were responsible for covering the flanks. Their snow-colored armor refracted the sunlight, and from a high altitude, they looked like two silver-white ribbons spread out.

More than a hundred thousand soldiers moved at the same time, the ground was shaking slightly, and all the soldiers of the Great Zhou held their breath. They were excited, but more of them were filled with fear.

On this battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people colliding, one could be killed if one was not careful. They were not martial arts masters like His Royal Highness Prince Guangling, and their personal strength was insignificant in the face of such a large scale. They also had families, they were other people's sons, husbands, and brothers, but now they had to fight for their lives with another group of strangers.

"Wu...Brother Wu, shall we...charge straight ahead?" a new recruit, about sixteen or seventeen years old, asked tremblingly.

"What are you rushing for? Wait for the archers to shoot first."

"Brother Wu, I'm scared!" The recruit's upper and lower teeth were chattering.

"What are you afraid of?" The old soldier slapped him on the head and cursed, "Stop shaking! The worst that can happen is that you will die!"

"Even if we die, we will be heroes."

The sound of a young girl's voice seemed a little out of place on the battlefield. The two turned their heads and looked at her. They were horrified and knelt down immediately: "Your Majesty!"

Fang Tang nodded slightly to them, and walked along the gap in the crowd to the front of the line, next to Fang Weihan.

Fang Weihan helped her get on the chariot that had been prepared long ago. This was something the two had discussed long ago. When the soldiers of the Great Zhou saw their emperor charging at the forefront, the morale of the entire army would be raised to an unparalleled height.

Throughout the Zhou Dynasty, Fang Qianyi was the only emperor who dared to lead the entire army in charge.

Now, Fang Tang wants to be the second one.

"Roar!"

The dull dragon roar shook the sky and the earth, the huge dragon body disappeared in the clouds, and the golden scales shone like thunder.

"Soldiers of the Great Zhou, hold your weapons tightly."

Fang Tang's voice echoed throughout the battlefield. The clear and crisp voice of a young girl carried the majesty of the Heavenly Family, and everyone in the Great Zhou Dynasty who heard it was filled with excitement.

"The time for the decisive battle has come. The fate of the country is now in our hands! For those who have passed away, for those lost territories, and for the last dignity of Middle-earth..."

"…For the Great Zhou!"

The three armies shook the ground with their weapons and shouted in unison: "For the Great Zhou!"

The enemy army was approaching within a thousand meters. Fang Tang raised the Xuan Yao Sword and his horses automatically rushed forward.

"Follow Your Majesty and kill!" Fang Weihan drew out Zhao Yuan and shouted with blood and energy in his voice.

"kill!"

The screams of killing were deafening, and the steel-gray torrent began to move rapidly, rushing towards the ochre ocean ahead without hesitation.

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The decisive battle between large armies has always been divided into two parts: one is the fight between ordinary soldiers and the military formation, and the other is the fight between practitioners.

The cultivators at the God-ascending realm would almost slaughter the soldiers at the fourth step of Qingyun. In order to protect their own soldiers, their own cultivators must first deal with the opponent's high-level cultivators.

Fang Weihan and others are doing this now.

At yesterday's pre-war meeting.

"There are several high-threat targets. Let's allocate some personnel."

"'Intimidating Blade' Qu Zhongliang is in the late seventh stage of Mingwu. Chen Yuxian, Mr. Zhao, you two are both at the peak of the sixth stage, and you are responsible for restraining him." "Yes!" Chen and Zhao accepted the order.

"Yang Fengqi, you lead your elite troops to wait for an opportunity to ambush and use the Liuhuo guns to support. The enemy is not familiar with this kind of weapon and can be easily ambushed."

"Yes!" Yang Fengqi accepted the order.

"'Pingyuanshu' Che Jun, Wood Five Element Seventh Turn Late Stage, this person will be handed over to Xiao Jin and Xuan Zhongwei. Huo Guang and the people who rebelled against Qingming will be handed over to Tao Yunjiang and the other half of Qingming." Fang Weihan paused, "As for your majesty... please support the battlefield and try to kill the enemy's Sixth Turn cultivators. Don't take risks."

"I understand, teacher." Fang Tang felt warm in his heart and nodded seriously.

"Captain Wei, there is still one more person." Chen Yuxian reminded.

"I know."

Fang Weihan's eyes were as cold as stars.

"Wang Boguang has put me in charge of it personally."

The shouts of soldiers from both sides were heard in his ears, and warm blood splashed across his face. Fang Weihan shouted loudly, and the Zhaoyuan Sword swept out a storm of blades, rushing straight towards the center of the Shangyuan army.

His goals were clear from beginning to end.

A hill of heavy rammed earth fell from the sky. Fang Weihan rolled sideways for dozens of meters to avoid it. A huge rock fell in its place, creating a hole several meters deep.

"Fang Weihan! You are finally here!" Wang Boguang was dressed in a brocade robe, with a majestic earth element condensed in his hands.

"I'm here to take your life." Fang Weihan said coldly.

The loyal warriors of the Wang family poured out like a tide and immediately formed an impenetrable defensive line around Wang Boguang.

"What are you still standing there for! Shoot! Kill this man!" the commander of the imperial army shouted.

"Zhengzhengzheng!"

The soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows at him. The arrows were like a swarm of bees, with their silver-white arrowheads glowing coldly.

It was a strange arrow made of magic iron, which could penetrate the protective qi. If hit by it, the injury could not be healed in a short time!
"Oh shit!"

Fang Weihan cursed inwardly, and a dead branch appeared in his hand. The surging river water poured out like a miracle, swallowing the air and crashing into the arrow group in the air.

It is the sacred artifact Wakabizhi.

He himself moved sideways again, trying to avoid the enemy's arrows by moving quickly.

"Keep aiming! Don't give him a chance to breathe!" The commander of the royal army shouted again!
While moving, Fang Weihan suddenly landed, his body rotated, and the Zhaoyuan Sword crossed the full moon. The terrifying star power accumulated and released, rushing like a river in the sky.

Wu Quxing swordsmanship, the Tianhe River is broken!

"Formation! Array!"

A bronze barrier rose in front of the Bingzhou Army's central main tent, with tortoise-shell-like patterns overlapping one another, extending straight into the torrent of star power.

"boom!"

The starlight shattered layer after layer of tortoise shell, and the dissipated star power penetrated downward, creating deep grooves on the loess surface, and the soil flew like sparks.

The soldiers near the central army tent were bleeding from their mouths and noses and had ringing in their ears. They had actually suffered internal injuries from the sword.

But fortunately, it was blocked in the end.

There was a hint of horror and fear in Wang Boguang's eyes when he looked at Fang Weihan. This exaggerated power was not something that could be stimulated by an ordinary seven revolutions.

He had long heard that Prince Fang Weihan of Guangling had an incredible Jingtian cultivation level, which was even higher than that of Mingwu. What he saw now was truly unimaginable.

"I admit that I underestimated you, but... this is not enough." Wang Boguang muttered to himself.

He let out a low roar, and released the elemental spell that had been accumulated in his hand for a long time.

Water and soil flew out in a tangle, and the gray-black mudslide swirled towards Fang Weihan, bypassing his protective blood and energy and turning into a cage, stopping Fang Weihan's movements abruptly. A deep quagmire appeared out of nowhere under his feet, trapping him in place.

When Zhaoyuan Sword touched the mud and water cage, a hissing sound of burning and evaporating came from the intersection of the sword edges. Every time he created a gap, more mud and water would rush in again, as if endless.

It would be difficult for him to break free from the restraint of the Five Elements at the peak of the Seventh Turn.

"Opportunity! Shoot!"

Facing the rain of arrows at this moment, Fang Weihan weighed the pros and cons in his mind and found that he had only one way to go.

Tiantong Sword Technique Qinglan Huahai is in charge of the assimilation power, so breaking this strange spell is no problem. But he needs time to accumulate strength, so the only way at this moment is to buy time with injuries.

Fang Weihan retracted the blood and qi barrier to the surface of his body, strengthened his skin and bones, and planned to withstand this round of rain of arrows with his iron skin and bones.

"Roar!"

The golden light flashed, the dragon roared, and its huge body stretched across the air. The arrowhead, which was sharp enough to penetrate the gale, was like sand in front of the dragon's scales, and shattered into pieces as soon as it touched them.

The true dragon is the most sacred thing in the world, born to restrain all evil spirits.

The Uehara guards were horrified. It was the first time for most of them to see this supreme being called a dragon. Naturally, it was also the first time for them to see the beautiful girl in a dragon robe standing in the wind at the dragon's head.

Fang Tang had been keeping a close eye on Fang Weihan's situation from beginning to end. Seeing that her teacher was in danger, the girl naturally stood up immediately.

"Rebels, die!" The girl's cold voice echoed in the air.

The Xuan Yao Sword burst into a blazing glow of dozens of meters, and the bright golden sun condensed in the air, transforming into the shape of a ferocious and intimidating dragon head. The dragon head roared, carrying an unrivaled flow of luck and swooping down.

Within a few miles, a golden spear fell straight from the sky and crashed to the ground.

"Crack, click, click, click!"

Fang Tang used all his strength in this sword, without holding back. The formation, which was already on the verge of collapse under Fang Weihan's Tianhe Bihan move, could not bear the heavy burden and shattered.

The Bingzhou guards were knocked away and scattered, the central army tent was shattered into pieces under the heavy blow, and weapons racks, hay piles and other debris were scattered all over the ground.

"Protect the Secretary! Protect the Secretary!" the loyal commander of the imperial guards shouted miserably.

"Huh...that's all!" Fang Tang put away his sword and stood up, sneering.

"The Emperor of the Great Zhou, go to hell."

The devil's whisper sounded in the girl's ears, and her neck felt cold. She reacted almost instantly and condensed a shield of luck behind her.

"boom!"

The force of this attack was extremely great. Fang Tang and the dragon tumbled several times in the air and fell to the ground in a mess. They only stopped after knocking over several barricades. Their condition was unknown.

The man who attacked her had white hair and beard, a stern and calm face, and a long sword in his hand that was as red as clouds. It was Qingming Huo Guang.

"It is difficult to repay the debt owed to Zhou Han. Today is the day of retribution."

Huo Guang said calmly.

"You are the usurper of the Han Dynasty and the king of Zhou. It is time to hand over the power in your hands."

(End of this chapter)