Wu Shattered Star River

The situation was indeed more severe than Jiang Han and Xuan Yuanqin had imagined.

The Beishang Army here had a total of fifty battalions, with twenty thousand soldiers in each battalion. Every five battalions formed an army, and the commander of each army was at the ninth level of the Dao Peering Realm.

The Death Row Battalion was special, consisting of a group of unruly death row inmates. Moreover, the Death Row Battalion always fought on the front lines, so Feng Yi Jun was sent to oversee them.

Recently, all fifty battalions of the Beishang Realm, except for two battalions left to guard Beishang City, had been mobilized.

Eighteen of the twenty-plus Marquis-level powerhouses in the city were dispatched to guard the northern and northwestern borders, with Marquis Liyang personally overseeing the front lines.

On the other side, the Beishang Realm was undergoing an emergency mobilization, gathering a large army to transfer thirty more battalions over.

Death row inmates from various cities and towns had been escorted over, preparing to expand the Death Row Battalion.

The King of Beishang had spoken!

In this battle, even if it meant fighting to the last man, the Beishang Army would never retreat.

If the soldiers died, the commanders would step up. If the commanders died, the Marquis-level powerhouses would step up. If the Marquis-level powerhouses died, the nine Marquis-level powerhouses of the Beishang Army would step up.

If all of them died in battle, he would personally take a knife and charge into the interfaces of the three races, fighting to his last breath.

Although the three races joined forces to attack the Beishang strongholds, the King of Beishang did not seek help from the ancestral realm of the human race. He chose to use the power of the entire realm to fight to the death with the three races.

In the past, the King of Beishang had formed a feud with a super-rich family in the ancestral realm for the sake of his beloved woman. He had almost died several times at the hands of that super-rich family, and his beloved woman had died because of it.

That super-rich family possessed immense power and influence in the ancestral realm.

Therefore, the relationship between the King of Beishang and the ancestral realm was extremely strained!

Because of the King of Beishang, the Beishang Realm did not have much goodwill towards the ancestral realm, and no one expected the ancestral realm to come to their rescue.

The King of Beishang's words made the entire Beishang Army feel as if they had been injected with chicken blood. In the hearts of all the soldiers of the Beishang Army, the King of Beishang was their god, their king.

If the king gave an order, they would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves.

Among the huge mountains, the Beishang soldiers were densely stationed, and countless warships flew back and forth in the sky.

Below, the forests were filled with hidden sentries, and the Beishang Army formed a tight defensive line, fully defending against the attacks of the three races.

"Whoosh!"

Above the northern mountains, nearly a hundred warships broke through the air, with huge flags hanging on the warships, each bearing a large character for "Prisoner."

The Death Row Battalion had arrived!

The armies stationed here all looked sideways. In the recent battles, the Death Row Battalion had become somewhat famous, killing many Ghost Clan and Faceless Clan members.

Moreover, Feng Yi Jun of the Death Row Battalion was a great beauty. It was rare to have such a heroic beauty in the army.

Not to mention Feng Yi Jun's combat power, which was considered top-notch among the Marquis-level powerhouses.

The warships stopped in the mountains. The Death Row Battalion had brought more than fourteen thousand people, with the remaining two thousand too severely injured to fight.

Ma Ji ordered the Death Row Battalion to wait for orders in an open space in the mountains. He had not received any orders from above. Were they here to help defend, or to take the initiative to attack?

Five thousand miles south of this mountain was a higher peak called Tiger Head Peak. Feng Yi Jun was currently in the mountain.

Standing in front of her were five Marquis-level powerhouses, one of whom had a face as pale as a dead person, and a body that looked very weak, but he stood in the middle position, looking like the leader of the group.

Feng Yi Jun glanced at the powerhouses and turned her gaze to the middle-aged man with the dead face, asking, "Lord Huangquan, what is the mission of our Death Row Battalion?"

The dead face was the commander of the northern battle line, Lord Huangquan.

He looked at Feng Yi Jun expressionlessly and said, "Two paths. Either garrison Canglang Mountain, or act as a mobile force, taking the initiative to attack or support various mountain peaks. Choose for yourself."

Feng Yi Jun said proudly, "Waiting for others to attack me is not my style. I will lead the team to take the initiative to attack. Send me a message if any side needs support."

"Go!"

Lord Huangquan waved his hand and instructed, "Take it easy. Don't wipe out the Death Row Battalion. It will take half a month for the death row inmates from the Beishang Realm to arrive."

Feng Yi Jun said disapprovingly, "The Death Row Battalion are all death row inmates, all of whom have committed serious crimes. To die on the battlefield is a glorious death for them!"

Feng Yi Jun cupped her fists and flew away. Lord Huangquan pondered for a moment and said to a young and handsome Marquis-level powerhouse beside him, "Lord Yanhe, tell the Military Intelligence Department to cooperate well with the Death Row Battalion, so that they are not ambushed. Also, let Lord Lushan and the others pay attention and be ready to respond at any time."

"Okay!"

Lord Yanhe nodded and went down to make arrangements.

… …

"Assemble, set off!"

Feng Yi Jun rushed over and gave the order to Ma Ji. She did not reveal her figure, but hid in the void, paying attention to the surrounding situation.

The Death Row Battalion did not ride the warships again, but rushed down Canglang Mountain.

The order Feng Yi Jun gave was to wander around the northern battle line, actively seeking out warriors of the three races to fight, and extensively clear out the ordinary soldiers of the three races.

This order made Ma Ji and the others secretly complain!

The area north of the battle line was occupied by the three races, and the area was full of the three races' armies. The Death Row Battalion, with its ten thousand or so soldiers, was taking the initiative to attack, which was like hitting a stone with an egg.

Wandering around like this would soon lead to bloodshed. How many of the ten thousand-plus death row inmates would be able to return this time? How many of their battalion commanders, small commanders, and soldiers would die here?

Military orders were like mountains. Ma Ji knew Feng Yi Jun's temper and could only lead the team to set off.

After rushing north for half an hour, Ma Ji received intelligence from the Military Intelligence Department.

In a forest fifty miles ahead, there were many Ghost Clan soldiers stationed, estimated to be at least twenty or thirty thousand Ghost Clan members.

"Full speed ahead, attack!"

Ma Ji went all out. Since they had to fight anyway, he would take advantage of the fact that the Ghost Clan, Faceless Clan, and Nightmare Clan had not yet targeted the Death Row Battalion, and go for a big one first.

Ma Ji took the lead, leading more than ten thousand death row inmates to run wildly.

The distance of fifty miles was quickly crossed. Sure enough, there was a forest ahead, filled with gloomy air, indicating a large gathering of Ghost Clan members.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was nothing to say. The moment the two sides met, it was a life-or-death situation. Ma Ji led a group of God Rulers to clear the way, and more than ten thousand soldiers of the Death Row Battalion poured in like a tide.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Explosions occurred everywhere in the forest in an instant, and shouts of fighting, killing, and the wails of the Ghost Clan rose and fell.

Blood splattered, limbs flew, and this forest quickly turned into a purgatory.

Feng Yi Jun arrived above the forest in stealth. After sensing it, she confirmed that there was only this one army nearby, and the other side only had one Ghost Clan member at the ninth level of the Dao Peering Realm.

She sent a voice transmission to Ma Ji: "Let Jiang Han attack, retreat immediately after finishing, and be careful to protect him!"

"Okay!"

Ma Ji had been waiting for these words. It would be a bit difficult for them to kill a Ghost Clan member at the eighth level of the Dao Peering Realm, and it would take a long time. There would also be casualties on their side. If the Ghost Clan reinforcements came, it would be even worse.

But it was very easy for them to cooperate with Jiang Han, especially Ma Ji's space Dao technique, which was simply a perfect match for Jiang Han.

As long as they protected Jiang Han and killed most of the Ghost Clan soldiers here, they would have won a great victory.

Ma Ji turned his gaze to Jiang Han in the crowd, preparing to transmit his voice, when his brow suddenly furrowed, and he muttered in surprise: "Huh? Only a few days have passed, and this kid has actually broken through to the seventh level of the Dao Peering Realm! It seems that he has also constructed three layers of altars? As expected of someone valued by… Marquis Yanbei."

Ma Ji was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have time to think about it. He transmitted his voice: "Jiang Han, get to work. Same as before, you go and kill, leave the rest to us!"

"Received, leave it to me!"

Jiang Han nodded to Ma Ji, the Netherworld Holy Garment flashed on his body, and he left in stealth, directly passing through the battle line and deep into the rear of the Ghost Clan.