Chapter 1251: Chapter 246: Divine Martial, the Unyielding Battle Flag! (Double-Length)
The legendary army has descended once again.
Even if it exists only as an illusory presence, the power it unleashes at this mont rivals any army at the pinnacle of the world. They stand side by side, without thoughts, instinctively connected, and instantly charge into the Iron Cavalry formation ahead.
In the next mont, the line of defense, akin to an iron wall, is shattered from the front.
The Fortress Leader of the Great Wilderness Stronghold stood atop the rocky wall, hands clenched tightly, watching Zhang Duo laugh heartily, watching the charge that transcended life and death, and murmured in disbelief.
“Is this… the Divine Martial Mansion?”
“But, how could it be…”
Zhang Duo laughed with exuberance.
In this final bout of laughter, the old man rushed to the last battlefield of his life, his sculpted face etched with the marks of ti, his expression calm, yet like a fire raging fiercely beneath a glacier —
Zhang Duo, the unyielding battle flag of the Divine Martial Mansion.
He was a famous general once fighting across the world, a martial artist who had stood at the peak of grandmasters. Naturally, he knew that victory and defeat were already determined. No, from this point on, there was no possibility of reversing the outco —
As an illusory reflection, the Divine Martial Mansion at this mont was as fragile as rotting wood, standing before an army capable of clashing head-on with the forr Divine Martial Mansion. How could a re reflection confront the strongest military in the world?
Truth be told, breaking through the enemy’s encirclent in an instant is already the limit.
The army that resides in mory has faced off head-to-head with the strongest iron cavalry of the present era.
What a feat this already is!
What follows is inevitable death, where the phantoms of the Divine Martial Mansion will fade away one by one. At that ti, deprived of the military soul and comrades, he will be trapped in the encirclent of Wanjun, unable to escape the entanglent of cavalry, ultimately fighting until he collapses dead.
But, is it despair? How could it be despair?
Fear? What is that?
The old man’s Great Banner Spear danced frantically, knocking away the enemies in front, yet more and more enemies ca forward, their weapons grew increasingly cunning and vicious. His Qi chanism defense had been exhausted, blood splattered continually, from his shoulders, chest, and the wounds on his abdon.
Yet, his heart was filled only with satisfaction, with an overwhelming satisfaction that seed to burst his heart!
Finally, in this place forgotten by ti.
We now stand shoulder to shoulder once more!
Not content? Then roar in anger, as this body has grown old, even if the past cannot be anded, on the battlefield, let us stand side by side, make a final charge on this last path, co, co, the purpose of this body is all here, for the last ti.
Divine Martial, let the great wind rise!
The most elite cavalry of the Xiongnu Tribe was scattered. They were also a top-tier army, knowing how to win with minimal casualties as if a pack of wolves encircling a wounded tiger, suddenly spreading out, then drawing their war bows at a distance.
Yet even so, aside from the initial mass assault, only a portion of the elite was involved at the mont.
As a strong army in the world, they naturally had their pride, unwilling to resort to overwhelming odds against one. anwhile, employing pack-like tactics, they no longer approached for lee combat.
They could only keep shooting arrows, throwing sharp spears, not hoping to kill the enemy outright but to leave enough wounds, wounds that wouldn’t heal, with blood draining away strength and courage. They had defeated many foes by this thod.
Zhang Duo laughed, shouted fiercely, and charged recklessly into the battlefield of Wanjun. Even a grandmaster would surely die in this situation, let alone Zhang Duo, who only had a month to live. Wounds appeared on his shoulders, chest, and legs, injuries inflicted by a special ans on his chest and abdon worsening.
But compared to the ecstasy and gratification almost consuming him at the mont, such pain and the fear of death were no more than trivial matters. His thoughts never lingered over it.
The Divine Martial Mansion had indeed vanished, and he once clung to his final resentnt unwillingly.
How foolish?
As it turned out, being able to stand with you all once more was more than enough.
It turns out, just that is enough.
For over twenty years, this was all I dread of, to once again walk the earth with forr comrades, charge under the sa flag, shout, roar, and et victory or death.
Zhang Duo kept his eyes fixed on the Khan King of Dichi, ignoring everything around him, and kept running forward with increasingly rapid breaths. Unbeknownst to him, the figures of Divine Martial Mansion comrades around him had disappeared, and only his charge remained.
At this point, there was no need to stop.
The old man’s shoulders and legs were pierced through with wounds; he was fulfilled. Now, he would spend his life taking his enemy’s life, that of the Khan King.
In the eyes of many, Zhang Duo, who had fought to this point, had lost his forr valor. His steps were no longer brisk, staggering, yet still charged towards the vast sea of the enemy, treading over blood and bodies, forced to retreat by the disruptive attacks from military generals, faltering and falling to the side.
The Khan King of Dichi sat within layers of protection, gazing at the old man ahead.
His face was calm, shrouded in dark, heavy armor like a crafted mountain rock. He slowly lifted his hand, and behind him, beyond the Northern Frontier, the most elite knights on the vast grasslands drew out their war bows adorned with feather decorations. They gingerly withdrew only three special arrows, fitted them onto their bows, and slowly pulled the bowstrings.
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