Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 560 - 422: "How can it be said that we have no clothes? Together with you in robes, we sharpen our spears and halberds, and together with you in enmity (5K asking for monthly tickets)_3

Chapter 560: Chapter 422: "How can it be said that we have no clothes? Together with you in robes, we sharpen our spears and halberds, and together with you in enmity (5K asking for monthly tickets)_3

Obviously, the approach of the "Divine Priestess" is more delicate and gentle.

And none of these female disciples stepped back, only their clear and crisp voices in unison,

"The disciples are willing to go!"

These people did not need deafening words, silently they did not retreat.

"Good!" The Divine Priestess exchanged a glance with Yi Cangtian.

"Then get your things ready and prepare to set off for the Mountain-cutting Army’s base, to find Lu Piaoqi of the Ninth Mountain!"

"Yes!"

The disciples on both sides, a total of more than thirty people, bowed in unison and then left the hall one after another to prepare.

"Qing Yangzi"

"Ruyue!"

"You two stay."

Yi Cangtian and the "Divine Priestess" called back these two leaders.

"There are too many variables on this trip. The Divine Priestess and I have discussed it and decided to grant you some mystical treasures for protection. You two must safeguard the disciples and also consider the bigger picture."

Qing Yangzi and the beautiful woman with the surname An exchanged a serious glance, seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes.

...........

"Dong"

"Dong"

"Dong"

"...."

As night falls, the Mountain-cutting Army’s base echoes with thunderous drums.

On the parade ground, bonfires crackle and flames blaze brightly, illuminating the area, with tens of thousands of Iron Cavalry standing straight as a forest, their cold light like an array, resembling black clouds pressing down on a city, the imposing aura forming a cohesive whole, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers.

Beneath the Commander’s Platform, there are four square formations, with four Mountain-cutting Banners fluttering in the wind and snow, the banners whistling, leading at the forefront, four tall horses lined up at the very front of the army formation. The Seventh, Eighth, and Twelfth Mountain Lang Generals each lead a troop, totaling sixteen thousand cavalry, while Lu Ming commands the Ninth Mountain’s right flank Divine Might Army with eleven thousand Iron Cavalry, arrayed at the front.

Amidst the Cold Light Iron Armor array of the Ninth Mountain, there were a few rows of figures in white clothing, swords strapped to their backs, all familiar faces.

These were disciples from the accompanying Shu Mountain and Su Nu Sword Sect.

Though their white clothes were conspicuous, among the tens of thousands of formations, they appeared insignificant.

Their gazes roamed, experiencing for the first time the mountain-cutting army’s troop formation, feeling the suffocating and astonishing aura that made their eyelids involuntarily twitch.

There were too many people!

Initially, they thought only the Ninth Mountain would dispatch troops, but unexpectedly, three other Mountain-cutting Army routes would deploy together!

Looking around, they saw dense formations, numbering tens of thousands!

They finally understood the words the two Sect Leaders spoke before they left, saying this endeavor was of great importance.

Just then, among the Iron Cavalry array, troops maneuvered carts back and forth through the military formations, and soon, in the hands of Qing Yangzi, the beautiful woman with the surname An, and other sword sect disciples was a clay bowl.

Subsequently, armored soldiers formed incantations, and streams of wine flew from the wine jars on the carts.

"Clatter Clatter"

These disciples looked at the wine bowl in their hands, the liquid within somewhat murky, their eyes filled with astonishment,

"Could this be the rallying wine?"

It’s said that when soldiers on the front lines are to undertake major and dangerous missions, the commanders would pour them a cup of wine, using it to embolden the warriors before departure.

At this moment, atop the Commander’s Platform, a figure descends from the sky.

It was none other than Pei Yanhu, armored, moving with draconic and tiger-like strides.

He took a bowl of wine handed from below, his tiger eyes sweeping over the nearly thirty thousand Iron Cavalry amidst the snow and firelight, loudly singing the ancient battle song,

"How could there be no clothes? Together we wear the same robes. Repair my spears and halberds, and share the same enemy...."

This voice resonant, full of age-old pride, pierced through the howling wind and snow, stirring the chests of tens of thousands of Armored Soldiers.

"How could there be no clothes? Together we share the same garment. Repair my spears, and together we shall strive!"

"How could there be no clothes? Together we wear the same attire. Repair my armor and soldiers, and march in unison!"

Countless voices merged into one, the fiery battle spirit surged with the battle song, soaring into the sky.

As the voice concluded, atop the Commander’s Platform, Pei Yanhu raised the wine bowl with both hands, toasting below.

"Clink Clink"

Tens of thousands of soldiers raised their bowls in unison, perfectly synchronized, even the sound of armor clinking carried a rhythm.

Pei Yanhu drank the wine from the bowl, then hurled the bowl downwards.

"Clang"

The bowl shattered, droplets of wine scattered in glistening arcs.

In that instant, the sound of countless bowls shattering below erupted, the atmosphere reaching its peak.

"Set off!"

Pei Yanhu shouted loudly, and the next second, it was like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

This shout, like a thunderclap, completely ignited the cold night.

The war drums beat urgently, like silver bottles shattering.

The horns blew, like war chariots rumbling.

"Set off!"

"Set off!"

"......."

Orderly Officers on fast horses weaved through the dense army formations, swiftly conveying orders.

Soon after, as the horses neighed, beneath the Commander’s Platform, Lu Ming, leading the main force for this mission, was the first to turn his horse around, transforming into lightning, dashing through the forest-like formations, taking position on the central line, his red armor transforming into a flame, cleaving through the piercing cold night.

His movement, like the opening of a dam, was unstoppable, tens of thousands of troops gradually shifting formations, becoming a torrent of iron, surging out of the Mountain-cutting Army’s base, heading straight south.

And in this cold night, thousands of gazes watched all this, and upon seeing the seemingly endless torrent, like black clouds pressing down on a city, race forth, gasps of cold air rose rapidly!

They guessed wrong!

This is a major battle!