#785 - I'm your future wife.
“Out of the city!”
“Form ranks five miles outside the city!”
“Dong, dong, dong!”
“Dong, dong, dong!”
“Everyone, brace yourselves! Victory or defeat hinges on this battle!”
“As long as we win! You shall all return home in glory!!”
“.”
An incense stick's time later, accompanied by the resounding drumbeats, the Heavenly Buddha Formation that had enveloped Fengyuan City for three days slowly receded.
The enormous illusion of Buddha gradually blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun, soon disappearing completely into the horizon like a cloud.
Immediately following this, thirty thousand newly conscripted Feng soldiers marched out of the west city gate, forming neat and orderly ranks five miles outside the city.
Black armor and long spears were as dense as insects, and dust obscured the sky.
The setting sun was crimson, and the cold wind fluttered the banners embroidered with the words “New Feng,” raising them high, and the air was filled with a tense, murderous aura.
This was New Feng's last stand, and it was also their first, or rather, their last counterattack since the start of the war.
In about half an hour, these thirty thousand men would join forces with the three hundred thousand Ning Shu reinforcements, under the unified command of Han Zhao, to confront the Qian Hui allied forces on the main battlefield.
Meanwhile, twenty miles away, the Sky Dog Army, stationed on the other side of the Qian Hui army's encampment, would roam behind enemy lines, seeking opportunities to harass them.
Frontal infantry engagement, with cavalry flanking.
This was a simple tactic, but also the most suitable for combat on such a wide plain.
Han Zhao was a seasoned veteran, and commanding nearly four hundred thousand men should be no problem for him.
As for the Qian Hui allied forces, although there were no generals in their ranks capable of commanding large-scale battles, judging from their current formation, they had undoubtedly prepared for the battle.
Nearly four hundred thousand on one side, and over seven hundred thousand on the other.
At this moment, within a fifty-mile radius in the west and south directions outside Fengyuan City, there were actually a total of one million one hundred thousand soldiers gathered.
A battle of millions was rare even in the world of cultivation.
Therefore, just like Wei Changtian's solo raid on the enemy camp a few days ago, regardless of who won or lost tonight, this battle was destined to be recorded in history, and it would guide the future of the entire world in two completely different directions.
“Close the city gates!!!”
“Rumble, rumble, rumble!!!”
However, their mental state was good, and they didn't seem tired.
“Changtian.”
“Young Master.”
The two greeted Wei Changtian one after the other, then solemnly cupped their fists at Xu Sui, who was standing beside the latter.
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”
On the other side, Xu Sui nodded with the demeanor of an empress, but her voice was very gentle, and her position was always slightly behind Wei Changtian.
After a polite greeting, she stopped talking and only turned her gaze to Wei Changtian.
The latter also didn't waste any words and immediately shifted the topic to the upcoming battle.
“Uncle Liang, General Han, how is the army's situation now?”
“After marching for several days, how long will the brothers need to rest?”
“Two hours is enough.”
Han Zhao quickly replied with a serious expression, “The army has not been completely without rest these past few days. Although the soldiers are somewhat tired, it will not affect their combat power.”
“Therefore, after a short rest, they can go into battle and kill the enemy at any time.”
Obviously, Han Zhao knew that the sooner this battle was fought, the better, so he didn't insist on the army recovering to its full strength, but gave a very short time.
Wei Changtian thought for a moment after hearing this, and didn't deny the judgment of this “professional general.” Immediately, he nodded and said:
“Okay, then two hours.”
“Anyway, the victory or defeat can be decided tonight, so the army doesn't need to set up camp, just rest in place.”
“Food and water have already been prepared in Fengyuan City and will be sent over later.”
“Two hours later, we will directly launch an attack against the enemy!”
“Yes! This subordinate understands!”
Han Zhao responded loudly and immediately turned and left with Liang Zhen to arrange the preparations before the battle without any hesitation.
After they left, Xu Sui weakly and softly asked Wei Changtian:
“Really don't need to rest a little longer? Is two hours a bit short?”
“It is indeed a bit short, but it's not a big problem.”
Turning his head to look at Xu Sui, Wei Changtian casually explained, “A martial artist's physical strength is much better than you think. Continuous marching for a few days won't have a big impact.”
“What's more, the Qian Hui allied forces are not doing much better. The Sky Dog Army harasses them every day, and they are probably more tired than us.”
“The more this is the case, the more we can't let them catch their breath...”
“.”
People came and went in the army formation, and various chaotic shouts rose and fell.
Wei Changtian walked towards Fengyuan City while talking to Xu Sui.
Behind them, Li Zimu and Tang Chen followed at a distance, both with somewhat unnatural expressions.
Especially Tang Chen, his mouth opened and closed several times, obviously wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.
Fortunately, Li Zimu was not as “shy” as him after all, so after hesitating for a moment, she took the lead in breaking the silence between the two.
“Young Master Tang, these few days, did you... did you miss me?”
“.”
Tang Chen's body trembled violently, and his face flushed red in an instant, as if he had been electrocuted.
He secretly glanced at Li Zimu, immediately averted his gaze, and stammered for a long time before squeezing out a word from his throat.
“Yes, yes.”
“.”
The word embarrassment was written on his face. No matter how you looked at it, Tang Chen didn't look like the Son of Heaven at all, but more like a pure virgin.
Or rather, he really was a “pure virgin” in the literal sense.
To be honest, for a man, Tang Chen's reaction was a bit too “ungenerous.”
Not to mention comparing him to Wei Changtian, this old scumbag, even Chu Xianping, the former “King of Simps,” wouldn't stutter like this when facing his crush.
However, Li Zimu didn't seem to dislike Tang Chen's “petty nature.” She chuckled upon hearing this.
“Giggle, Young Master Tang, I am your future wife, not a tigress. What are you afraid of?”
“I...”
Hearing Li Zimu say that she was his future wife, Tang Chen not only didn't become relaxed, but became even more embarrassed.
After taking a few deep breaths, he finally calmed down and mustered the courage to turn his head to look at the smiling Li Zimu.
Only the last ray of afterglow remained in the setting sun, falling on the latter's face like a layer of powder, and falling on the wilderness like golden water, boundless, engulfing the figures of the two in a long river of light.
“Zimu...”
It was unknown whether the “straight man” had finally seen the light, or whether it was just a simple expression of his thoughts.
In short, at this moment, Tang Chen suddenly said something that suddenly stunned Li Zimu in place.
“I'm not afraid, I'm just delighted.”
