Peace Order
Chapter 568 - 38: Qilin, Li Guanyi!_2

Chapter 568: Chapter 38: Qilin, Li Guanyi!_2

"As we step into the world again, we shall surely make our names known far and wide."

"The Poet says, ’In March the fireworks go down to Jiangnan.’ And now, the timing is just right."

The sixteen-year-old young general took a deep breath and suddenly called out:

"Ling Pingyang!"

The "Dragon of Yue Army," clad in heavy armor, stood up and cupped his fists, saying, "This subordinate is present."

The atmosphere became instantly solemn and tense, with only the wind outside the commander’s tent remaining gentle, carrying the scent of spring flowers from Jiangnan, causing the camp’s flags to flutter fiercely. Li Guanyi picked up an iron plaque with his eyes closed. When he opened them, all traces of fear, timidity, and panic were erased.

He tossed the rough Tiger Talisman over, saying:

"You shall be the Right Captain, leading five hundred heavy cavalry, ready on the eastern side."

"Once the enemy force shows signs of faltering, lead your troops in a charge."

Ling Pingyang received the Tiger Talisman, bowed his head, and said, "Understood!"

After a deep bow, he turned and left.

The generals inside the tent remained silent, but subconsciously straightened their backs.

Li Guanyi said, "Fan Qing."

The man who had once been a bandit and killer stood up, deeply cupped his fists, and said, "This subordinate is present!"

For some reason, as he spoke these words, he could feel his heart pounding forcefully. His past of killing officials, being captured, beaten with the kill-aura stick, and waiting for death with sores breaking out on his back seemed very far away.

Sometimes he wondered whether such a past could really have a fresh start. Every time he thought of this, the frustration, pain, and inferiority in his heart almost devoured him completely.

Now the young general tossed a Tiger Talisman over to him.

Fan Qing caught it.

And just like that, it seemed his past had completely vanished.

Li Guanyi simply said: "You shall be the Left Captain, taking command of five hundred heavy shield soldiers, five hundred crossbowmen, and a thousand spearmen. Be ready on the left flank, following the heavy cavalry charge, you will advance onto the battlefield, and your Yin Yang Battle Formation shall also make its appearance in the world."

Fan Qing exhaled and said, "Understood!"

He gripped the Tiger Talisman as if it were his life, turned around, and left with large strides.

An army had already been mobilized.

Battle flags flew fiercely, and footsteps echoed solemnly.

Li Guanyi could count on only a few generals. After ordering Mr. Lei Laomeng to lead his five hundred Exotic Beast Army into action, he looked towards Yuwen Tianxian and then picked up a Tiger Talisman, bringing it personally to Yuwen Tianxian. Yuwen Tianxian was visibly astounded; he lifted his head abruptly, looking at the young general across from him.

Li Guanyi smiled and said, "So, General."

"The two thousand four hundred men originally under your command, plus those who joined later, make three thousand."

"They will form the Central Army, the most crucial force."

"It’s in your hands now."

Yuwen Tianxian looked at Li Guanyi. Although he had come to understand Li Guanyi’s behavior over the past year, this time was different. It wasn’t a matter of asking for advice on military strategies; it was handing over the command of a battalion of troops directly to him.

Yuwen Tianxian stared at the young general in front of him. Before this, Li Guanyi had already personally relieved Yuwen Tianxian of the Dharma Form suppression on him. So, in front of him was the "Immovable Ming KingUnmovable Ming King," ranked 87th on the Divine General List.

Yuwen Tianxian slowly reached out and took the Tiger Talisman into his palm.

He didn’t say anything else, just:

"...Very well."

Li Guanyi nodded, only cupped his fists, and then said solemnly, "Equip the General with his armor." Someone had already stepped forward, holding a set of heavy general’s armor, and then also brought forth the Captain Armor; Yuwen Hua and Yuwen Tianxian donned the armor.

Yuwen Tianxian stretched out his hand to fasten his bracer and looked at the three thousand ironclad troops before him. After Yuwen Tianxian’s appearance, two hundred of them became Heavy Cavalry, and one hundred became Light Cavalry. Since they were returned to Yuwen Tianxian, these men would mount their steeds again.

Yuwen Hua said in a hushed tone, "Uncle, we, we must not repay kindness with enmity."

Yuwen Tianxian looked at the nephews of the Yuwen Family and said, "I know."

He gripped his helmet, looked at the heavy armor in front of him, and questioned: "Who are you all?!"

There was no response at first. It was this new group of Martial Artists who instinctively shouted, "Qilin Army!"

Yuwen Tianxian asked again, tapping the long spear in his hand against the shield in front of him, saying:

"Who are you?!"

The response was even more subdued than before.

Yuwen Tianxian suddenly drew his sword, and in an instant, he struck down, decapitating a warhorse beside him. The scent of blood rushed out, chilling and solemn, instantly cooling down this batch of real Elite troops. Yuwen Tianxian’s eyes were cold and serious as he asked: "Who are you?"

Three thousand men took a unified step forward and responded solemnly: "Qilin Army!"

Yuwen Tianxian said, "Good."

He looked at the carcass of the warhorse and commanded, "Give it a proper burial."

He donned his helmet, looked back at the young man in the tent, and said quietly, "Such a foolish fellow... Li Guanyi. But since you trust me so much, then..."

He mounted his Exotic Beast steed, reached out a hand to pat the old companion, lifted his heavy spear, and murmured in response, "This time, let me clear the way for you."

"Consider it a gift before an inevitable farewell."

Li Guanyi led the remaining one thousand heavily armored.

The scarlet battle flag billowed, stirring from this spot and moving away. As they left, the young general suddenly heard the sound of somber battle drums; he paused and turned back to see Murong Qiushui playing the drum himself, the beats somber as the Breaking Formation Song of old.

Adds three parts of intent to kill and to fight.