Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 266: Decisive Battle

Xin Zhuo stood calmly, looking towards the eastern horizon where the rising sun cast a red glow. He squinted his eyes slightly. He had never imagined that one day he would lead thousands of soldiers to battle on the battlefield.

But since it had already happened, Xin Zhuo not only had to break through the formidable martial realm, but also had to reason with the Western Regions.

He not only had to become the strongest martial artist, but also the ruler of the Western Regions, the king of the Western Regions.

Sometimes, people have to fight.

His gaze swept over the people below, such as Murong Xiu, Cui Ying'er, Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu, Ying Jianying, and others. He then looked towards the elite Western Qin army that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Everyone's expressions were serious, their eyes filled with fiery determination.

Xin Zhuo tightened his grip on the cold iron spear and spoke loudly and calmly, "Today, I, Jiang Yuqing, will lead you to conquer the Western Regions. The Western Qin army is invincible! We will conquer all! Wherever the sun and moon shine, they will be defeated by our Western Qin army! Every human settlement is our hunting ground!"

"The Western Qin army is mighty! Long live the prince!"

In the distance, Yan Chizong's forehead veins bulged as he shouted loudly, "The Western Qin army is mighty! Long live the prince!"

The 140,000 strong army shouted in unison, their voices resounding endlessly, shaking the heavens and the earth.

It was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

Xin Zhuo had already mounted the descendant of his father Jiang Wen's steed, a majestic warhorse with two horns and snake scales. He held a long spear and his golden armor shimmered in the sunlight. The warhorse neighed and raised its hooves, while the spear was already raised high. "Charge!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The 140,000 strong army moved forward, the sound of their armor clashing, hooves and footsteps shaking the earth.

They followed the prince's footsteps closely.

...

On the city wall in the distance, Jiang Hu's heart surged, his face filled with excitement. He muttered to himself, "More courageous than his father, more fierce than my brothers back then! This child is finally going to make a move, make a move!"

Beside him, Jusilang Xianzi and Ling Laolao exchanged a glance, unable to hide their excitement. They were highly skilled in their realms and not easily moved, but at this moment, their hearts were pounding.

"I wonder how the outcome of this decisive battle will be?"

Jusilang Xianzi looked at Jiang Hu, "General, do you have any confidence?"

Jiang Hu looked surprised, "I... I'm not sure. This kid doesn't tell me anything! Even my daughter doesn't want to talk to me!"

He sighed lightly, feeling a bit lost.

Jusilang Xianzi said indifferently, "Why don't we go with the army and see how this battle, which will determine the fate of Western Qin and even the Western Regions, will end?"

Ling Laolao smiled, "That's what I had in mind!"

The four of them exchanged glances, their figures flickered, and they headed straight towards the army.

On a mountaintop ten miles away.

A middle-aged man in a white Confucian robe, with gray hair, silently watched the Western Qin army that stretched for dozens of miles, his expression filled with uncertainty.

Standing beside him were three people: a burly young man, a beautiful young girl, and a strange woman with blood-red eyes and a single horn.

"What does Martial Master Shuzu think of this?" The beautiful young girl looked at the middle-aged man with the same doubts on her face.

Mr. Dongfang remained silent for a long time before sighing softly, "Although that kid has played many tricks and even caused a plague, the Western Region still has 800,000 capable soldiers! Si Luo, Sai Si Na, and I are all renowned generals in the Western Region!"

"140,000 against 800,000, hehe..."

The burly young man chuckled.

...

On the peak thirty miles north of Xingling Prefecture.

At this moment, Feng Shuning, Ning Zhiwei, Tuoba Linger, Ling Junyao, Lv Jiu, Shui Qingliu, and others stood in a row, quietly watching the passing army below the mountain.

A few months ago, during the trial at the Fengtian Tower of the Taiping Palace, originally over 700 people participated, but Jiang Yuqing, with his puppets, killed over 200 people, leaving only 500 to enter. Even though many exciting and extraordinary things happened along the way.

For example, Feng Jian and Qin Yi entered the illusion while carrying serious injuries, coincidentally recovered within the illusion, and then performed brilliantly.

For example, the Southern Li Princess, who seemed gentle and weak, ended up killing many.

And the first beauty of the capital, Princess Changping, who was abandoned by her husband on the second day of her marriage, entered the Fengtian Tower. As Jiang Yuqing's wife, she attracted all the hatred, but her intelligence was heaven-defying, her methods were clever, and she effortlessly resolved everything. In the end, she said, "No matter how Jiang Yuqing has tortured you, it is deserved. How many people are qualified to be his opponents?"

This beautiful princess even defeated Feng Jian, Qin Yi, and others, and reached the end, only to tie with Su Miaojin, both ranking first, forcing the Taiping Palace to create another Sword Formation Diagram Lotus.

But no matter what, this trial at the Fengtian Tower has lost its original color, and everyone's brilliance has been taken away by that unscrupulous and hateful yet helpless Western Qin Prince.

After the Fengtian Tower, the turbulent situation in the Western Region has affected everyone's hearts!

After much hesitation, they came specifically out of curiosity.

Looking at the continuous and iron-blooded army marching below the mountain, the group of people had solemn expressions, but their minds were already shaking.

Feng Shuning whispered, "Truly a mighty army, the fierce soldiers of Western Qin! That Jiang Yuqing has some ability!"

Ning Zhiwei furrowed her brows slightly, "140,000 against 800,000, I really don't know what he's thinking, daring to make such a decision?"

...

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Western Qin army passed through Jinchuan Pass, marched along the banks of the Ziwu River and the Machuan Valley, and finally arrived at the vast Xiao Feichuan, where they stopped.

The Western Region army, tormented by the "plague" for the past two days, couldn't fathom the thoughts of the Western Qin Prince, but the three commanders understood that the time for the decisive battle had come!

They didn't even bother to occupy the defenseless Xingling Prefecture's five mansions. Their only desire was to defeat the over 100,000 Western Qin soldiers and fulfill their aspirations.

Immediately, they led the 800,000 "healthy" elite soldiers of the thirteen Western Region countries straight towards Xiao Feichuan.

They didn't even bother with schemes and tricks, nor did they care about the unpredictability of the battlefield. They wanted to face the Western Qin army head-on with a mighty and powerful army, crush the Western Qin soldiers, shatter the myth of the invincible Great Zhou!

...

The 140,000 Western Qin army had already formed a long line, stretching for dozens of miles, with flags covering the sky, spears like a forest, warhorses neighing, and an invisible bloodthirsty aura soaring into the sky!

Xin Zhuo rode on a double-horned demon horse, silently looking at the vast field ahead.

Behind him, hundreds of generals also watched calmly, occasionally glancing at the back of the prince in front.

Half an hour later, a deafening roar came from the distance, followed by a long black line slowly appearing, and then the densely packed Western Region army gradually approached.

After a moment, as far as the eye could see, the sky was covered, endless, and the Western Region soldiers in various armors, with their overwhelming and soaring killing intent, rushed forward like waves.

The veteran Jiang Gu'en's warhorse under his seat restlessly stomped its hooves. He remained silent for a moment before riding forward and asked, "Where is the certainty of victory?"

As a prince's uncle and a valiant general, even though he already had great faith in the prince, he still asked this question.

(End of this chapter)