Chen Ping's Sword

At that time, even if the defenses on the opposite side were extremely tight, they would surely be exhausted and not fully combat-ready.

Jiangzuo and Jiangyou, responding in concert, suddenly attacked, Yan Beifei would also be as troubled as a swollen head.

...

It rained in the dead of night.

The slightly oppressive heat became much cooler and clearer.

The sky had a bright round moon, hanging high, and in the eastern horizon, amidst the mountains, appeared a faint white line.

Adding a touch of vigor to the deep and silent night.

In the camp of Yan Beifei’s army, beside the central army tent, Situ Wang held the turtle armor, lying sideways with his clothes on.

Suddenly, this slender old man with a white beard opened his eyes suddenly.

Inside the tent, there was a flash of trepidation in his eyes as he looked at the turtle armor in his hand and hastily lit the candle.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that at some point, an additional line had appeared on the piece of armor.

"Enemy attack."

In shock, Situ Wang immediately tore open his throat and hoarsely shouted.

Yan Beifei, without removing his armor, hearing the commotion, immediately grabbed the Frost Cold Sword, and in a flash, appeared in front of Situ Wang.

A step slower than him, several other generals arrived hurriedly.

An old Daoist also covered his mouth with his hand, yawning, and grumbled with dissatisfaction, "That cunning Chen Ping, not only split his troops into seven routes but also chose this moment just before dawn, doesn’t he let anyone sleep?"

He grumbled as he spoke fiercely.

"When the old Daoist catches him, I’ll surely peel his skin carefully and keep it as a treasure."

Indeed, Daoist Mingcheng, in addition to his extreme fondness for beauties, also had a penchant for collecting.

Yan Beifei still remembered when he saw that cave back then, all those skeletons and corpses had no skin, even the ones who had just died.

Thinking about it made Yan Beifei somewhat nauseated, but recalling the strong assistance from his senior brother, he forcibly suppressed such normal human thoughts and smiled, "Thank you, senior brother, for your assistance. I am truly grateful."

He turned to look at the generals, his expression calm, "Chen Ping thinks that splitting his troops into seven routes can catch us off guard, but he has no idea that even if he splits them into fourteen routes, they are still within our calculations.

The various maneuvers are simply walking into our trap, inviting laughter."

Yes, under my command, although there are over two hundred thousand troops, most from various noble families, and their combat power is not comparable to the elite soldiers on the opposite side.

However, with the advantage of terrain, being well-prepared, and with the help of the river fleet, we can greatly narrow the combat power gap.

If it comes to a real fight, who wins and who loses is still uncertain.

The biggest possibility is a stalemate in the battle.

This scenario doesn’t even include the calculations of the Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry.

If the Imperial Cavalry is added, no matter how many troops the enemy has charging up the riverbank, they will inevitably be defeated.

The only concern is Chen Ping himself.

If he personally leads the charge, those arrangements alone won’t stop him. At this time, our Imperial Forest Iron Cavalry needs to personally besiege him.

As soon as Chen Ping has the notion of beheading generals and seizing banners, it will be his demise...

The key to all of this lies with the master of the Jiangzuo Situ Family, Situ Wang.

This person calculated accurately the attack positions of the seven routes of the army in advance.

No matter which route encounters danger, he can lead the Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry to rescue and push the enemy into the river, feeding them to the river turtles.

Indeed, just as the signal fire rose on the west shore of the Guangyun Ferry, drums and gongs sounded, issuing commands.

At seven crossings over a hundred li up and downstream, the sky was simultaneously reddened by firelight, warships like ants, densely packed with cavalry and infantry boarding boats to cross the river.

King Ping’s Army gained the upper hand, and only when the boats reached the center of the river did they meet the intercepting navy.

In an instant, fire arrows, sharp arrows, water ghosts, spears, and the sound of weapons piercing flesh resonated together.

Every now and then, the loud sound of fierce battle cries drifted by with the river wind.

Just as Feng Yuantu had anticipated.

The combat power of Yan Beifei’s coalition, in a real confrontation, was far from being a match for King Ping’s army.

However, it was not completely unable to withstand the fight.

The two sides went back and forth, with the battle line slowly pressing toward the west bank of the Wenjiang River.

Although there were casualties, the losses were not unacceptable.

Of course, the closer they got to the west bank, the fiercer the battle became.

The opponents had set up large formations on the shore, arrows flying like locusts, spears like a forest, and small groups of cavalry poised to strike.

The moment of landing was the most difficult time.

Everyone knew this.

More than four hundred thousand troops shouting and killing, even the river water at this moment was stained red, murderous intent shooting straight to the heavens.

...

At the Jieyuan Ferry.

Not far from the west bank, in the forested mountains.

Pairs of eyes, in the early morning light, appeared particularly deep.

Twenty thousand troops, divided into four formations, the four generals of Cyan Dragon, Black Tortoise, Cold Water, and Sharp Gold, all had a chilling murderous intent in their eyes, watching the firelight rising by the river and the splattering blood.

Sharp Gold General Jin Changlin coldly smiled, shook the golden spear in his hand, took a deep breath, and respectfully asked a woman beside him dressed in a light yellow silk dress, "Fairy Fang, should we attack?"

"Wait a while, wait a while longer."

Fang Qingzhu’s heart was in her throat.

She was sure that the message from within the clouds had reached Chen Ping.

However, it was uncertain whether Chen Ping himself was leading the team. She didn’t even know the complete plan.

Even now, she couldn’t sense where Chen Ping was, even using the soul emergence technique.

This situation was obvious.

It was to guard against someone in Yan Beifei’s army with unparalleled astrological divination and temple calculations.

After reaching the Manifest Saint Realm, the soul can be both visible and hidden, able to hide its presence in heaven and earth as if never existing in this world.

Such means, Chen Ping generally didn’t use.

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