Chapter 646: In the Garo Empire, there are only those who died in battle, and no one who retreated

Wan Ting clasped his fists and said firmly, "It is our duty to share His Majesty's worries.

Although the Wuhun Empire is coming with great force, Jialuo's strength cannot be underestimated. They will definitely pay the price!"

The next day, the Third Legion was formed, and 100,000 soul masters set out in a mighty force, led by Wanzu, the young patriarch of the Dark Armored Dragon Family.

Lu Yu stood on the city wall and watched the army go away. The team included not only the elite of the aristocratic families, but also young talents from the major advanced soul master academies of the Jialuo Empire. The flags were fluttering and the momentum was as high as a rainbow.

He felt a sense of unease. The Nanyang Mountains were a complex terrain. If the Spirit Empire set an ambush, could this army escape unscathed? Three days later, the Second Army was ready to go, led by a prince himself.

Pan An lived up to the emperor's expectations. In just three days, he passed numerous tests and won the recognition of the left army soldiers with his tenacious perseverance. He joined the legion as a general.

Lu Yu looked at Pan An's resolute face from afar, feeling both admiration and worry.

This young man must have turned all his grief and anger into a fighting spirit, but the battlefield was ruthless. Could he return alive? A month later, tragic news arrived: Purple Pass had finally fallen.

The Wuhun Empire's iron hoofs broke through the pass, and the Jialuo defenders were forced to retreat to Mengyang City. The situation on the front line took a sharp turn for the worse.

When Lu Yu received the news, he was training new recruits on the parade ground outside the capital. He paused the sword in his hand and his eyes darkened.

He knew that the defense of Mengyang City would be a crucial battle that would determine the fate of the Jialuo Empire.

Outside Mengyang City, the war has begun.

The flags on the city walls were torn, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Commander Yuan Shao, descendant of the Yuan family of the Jialuo Empire, stood on the top of the city wall, gazing at the military formation of the Wuhun Empire in the distance with a solemn expression.

His deputy general hurried over and whispered, "General, the Wuhun Empire's First Legion is approaching. If we continue to hold on, I'm afraid our defense line won't hold out for long."

Yuan Shao frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Has there been any news from the messenger who sent to the capital for help?"

The deputy general shook his head: "We have sent people there, but it is still uncertain whether the reinforcements from the capital can arrive in time."

Yuan Shao was silent for a moment, his eyes swept across the enemy camps outside the city, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Pass the order down. When the enemy gets closer, our army will march out of the city to meet them, break their morale, and then immediately retreat!"

He paused, then continued, “Order a troop to ambush on the left hilltop, and when the enemy retreats, attack them with bows and arrows, catching them off guard.

The remaining troops will head to the woods on the right, waiting for an opportunity to attack from both sides with the front army!"

Upon hearing this, the deputy general showed a worried look on his face: "General, our army is limited in number, and we may not be able to manpower enough for this operation..."

Yuan Shao snorted coldly: "No need to say more, just follow the order!"

Just as the deployment was finalized, a scout hurried in with a report: "General! Someone claims to be from the capital, and has been ordered to defend Mengyang City!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shao turned around abruptly, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

Lu Yu's figure appeared in his mind at this moment. This young national soul master might be able to bring a turning point in the defense of Mengyang City.

The sun was high in the sky, and the walls of Mengyang City were gleaming with a mottled luster under the scorching sun. Flags fluttered on the top of the city walls, and the air was filled with the impending fighting spirit.

On the plain outside the city, dust was blown up by the breeze, and the formation of the Wuhun Empire Legion could be vaguely seen in the distance, with armor and weapons reflecting a dazzling light.

Yuan Shao stood on the city wall, his hands behind his back, gazing deeply into the distance.

Although he did not release his Soul Douluo aura, he had a sense of majesty that made the soldiers around him dare not slack off in the slightest.

In the military camp inside the city, soldiers were busy carrying arrows and repairing equipment. The atmosphere was tense but orderly.

At this moment, a scout quickly climbed up the city wall, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a hurried but clear voice: "Report! Three people are outside the city seeking to see you. The leader claims to be Lu Yu. He has been sent by the capital to help defend Mengyang City!"

Yuan Shao raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. The name Lu Yu seemed to trigger a ripple in the depths of his memory, but it was vague.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Let them in."

The scout took the order and left, but Yuan Shao couldn't help but turn his gaze to the outside of the city. The army of the Wuhun Empire remained motionless, as if waiting for something, which made him even more uneasy.

A moment later, footsteps were heard at the city gate. Yuan Shao turned around and saw three figures slowly approaching.

The leader was a tall young man with an ordinary face but a calm temperament. He wore a long sword at his waist. The scabbard was simple but faintly sharp.

He was Lu Yu, and there were two people beside him. One was a young man in tight clothes, with brisk steps and a look of arrogance in his eyes. The other was a heroic woman with a short knife hanging around her waist and a bit of agility in her steps.

Yuan Shao's eyes swept over the three people, and he secretly estimated in his heart that the auras of these three people were not weak, especially the young man in tight clothes, who had the faint fluctuations of the Soul Emperor level.

"My name is Lu Yu. I have been ordered by the capital to come here to help defend Mengyang City."

Lu Yu stepped forward, clasped his fists and saluted, his voice calm and steady, neither humble nor arrogant, "These two are my good friends, Ma Hongjun and Liu Qingqing, who are willing to defend the city with me."

Ma Hongjun grinned with a cynical look on his face, while Liu Qingqing nodded slightly with a cold look in her eyes.

When Yuan Shao heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly. The name Lu Yu always sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

He looked Lu Yu up and down, and seeing that he was only in his early twenties but had two powerful companions with him, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

The person sent by the capital city is surprisingly young? Could it be that he is the offspring of some aristocratic family, using the excuse of defending the city to gain experience on the battlefield? Thinking of this, Yuan Shao's brows furrowed even deeper, but his tone remained steady: "Since he is sent by the capital city, I should trust him.

The Wuhun Empire will surely attack tomorrow, and our army is in urgent need of manpower. You will go to the left army and assist General Wu Hai in ambush the enemy. Do you have any objections?"

After hearing this, Lu Yu clasped his fists and said without hesitation: "Understood!"

Ma Hongjun and Liu Qingqing behind him also nodded slightly, and the three of them then walked towards the left army camp under the guidance of a soldier.

Yuan Shao looked at their backs, his eyes becoming more profound.

He turned to look at a deputy general beside him and whispered, "This Lu Yu... have you ever heard of him?"

The deputy general shook his head. Yuan Shao snorted coldly and muttered, "The capital sent a few little guys to the battlefield. Are they treating Mengyang City as a joke?"

Having said that, he thought of the Soul Emperor-level youth next to Lu Yu. He had such cultivation at such a young age and was definitely not an ordinary person.

Yuan Shao shook his head and turned his attention back to the Wuhun Empire Legion outside the city, his eyes becoming more solemn.

The left army's camp was located on the west side of Mengyang City, with tents connected to each other and soldiers coming and going constantly.

As soon as Lu Yu and the other two stepped in, they attracted a lot of attention.

The commander of the left army, Wu Hai, was a burly middle-aged man with an undisguised aura of a Soul Douluo. He stood in front of the tent, his eyes sweeping over Lu Yu and the other two with a hint of disdain in them.

The reinforcements sent by the capital were actually three young men? This made him quite dissatisfied, but he forced a smile on his face and said loudly: "Brother Lu Yu, welcome to join the Zuo Army! In tomorrow's battle, the Wuhun Empire is coming with great force. You must join our army to attack and cooperate in ambushing and killing the enemy. Is that a problem?"

Lu Yu smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, General Wu, we will do our best."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and was somewhat calm.

Wu Hai nodded, but he disagreed in his heart. He thought that these three people were just children of wealthy families who came here to gild their reputations, and they could not be relied upon on the battlefield.

He waved his hand and asked someone to take Lu Yu and the other two to the tent to rest, while he turned around to discuss tomorrow's tactics with his deputy general.

After entering the tent, Ma Hongjun sat down on a wooden stool, grinned, and whispered, "Lu Yu, your identity is really useful. Even old Yuan Shao couldn't see the flaw!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingqing snorted coldly, "Don't get carried away. Although Yuan Shao hasn't investigated further, the real test will be tomorrow's battlefield."

Lu Yu sat aside, slowly wiping the long sword at his waist, his eyes calm: "We arrived in Mengyang City half a month ago. If it weren't for the preparations, there would be no need to show up until today.

I only brought a few soul masters with me for this battle. They are not very strong and can only assist in the attack. However, as long as they are properly arranged, they can legitimately participate in the defense."

Ma Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You guys are even more cunning than me! But seriously, those guys from the Wuhun Empire are not easy to deal with. What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Lu Yu raised his head, a gleam in his eyes: "According to Wu Hai's arrangements first, as for the rest... we'll take it one step at a time."

He lowered his head and continued to wipe the sword. The sword blade shone coldly in the candlelight, as if telling of the impending killing.

The next morning, the sun was scorching, war drums were roaring on the walls of Mengyang City, and the air was filled with a thick atmosphere of solemnity and murderous intent.

Outside the city, the army of the Wuhun Empire finally moved. The dark army surged like a tide, and the sound of armor colliding was deafening.

The one fighting in the front was an old man in heavy armor, with a terrifying aura. Behind him was the vague shadow of a huge elephant. It was Chen Kang, the Titled Douluo who surrendered to the Wuhun Empire.

He rode a tall horse to the city gate, his voice resounding like a bell: "Yuan Shao! Quickly open the city gates and surrender, otherwise the day the gates are breached, Mengyang City will flow like a river of blood!"

Yuan Shao stood on the top of the city wall, his eyes icy, showing no sign of weakness: "In the Jialuo Empire, there are only those who die in battle, not those who retreat! Chen Kang, if you have the courage, come and give it a try!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and the morale of the soldiers on the city wall was greatly boosted when they heard it.

Chen Kang sneered, and the giant elephant spirit behind him fully manifested. Nine spirit rings slowly rose, and a terrifying aura swept across the entire audience: "A mere Soul Douluo dares to try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and the giant elephant spirit roared and rushed towards the city wall. The fluctuation of soul power made the ground tremble slightly.

At this moment, a figure flew out from behind Yuan Shao. The old man with white hair and beard stood in the air. A huge buffalo martial spirit appeared behind him, and nine soul rings were also dazzling.

This was none other than the long-hidden Title Douluo of the Jialuo Empire—Water Douluo! His gaze flashed like lightning, and he said in a deep voice, "Chen Kang, after all these years, you're still so arrogant!"

The buffalo martial spirit roared, and its soul power turned into a huge wave of water, sweeping towards Chen Kang.

Chen Kang snorted coldly, and the giant elephant martial spirit stepped down, causing the ground to crack. As the soul power collided, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the oppressive feeling on the battlefield instantly reached its peak.

As the two Titled Douluo clashed, the sound of war drums in Mengyang City became more urgent. A white-robed general led the soul masters out of the city gate, followed by hundreds of elite soul masters.

Seeing this, a Soul Douluo from the Wuhun Empire's army sneered, drew his sword and ordered, "Kill!"

The soldiers of the Wuhun Empire surged forward like a tide, and the two sides engaged in close combat in an instant, with the sound of killing shaking the sky.

Amidst the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers, the roars of soul explosions rose one after another, blood and flesh flew everywhere on the battlefield, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

Lu Yu, Ma Hongjun and Liu Qingqing mixed in with the left army and rushed into the battlefield.

The long sword at Lu Yu's waist was unsheathed, and the sword body was shining coldly in the sunlight.

He used the "Sword of the Universe in His Sleeve"

It was extremely swift, and the sword energy was like a rainbow. Every swing of the sword could take the life of an enemy.

His figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, and wherever the sword light passed, the soldiers of the Wuhun Empire fell one after another.

Ma Hongjun transformed into a flaming phoenix, and his soul power turned into a blazing fireball, burning the enemy to ashes.

Liu Qingqing's short knife was equally sharp. In a flash of the knife, the enemy's head and body were often separated before they could react.

In the early days, the Jialuo Empire was quickly suppressed by the Wuhun Empire due to its numerical disadvantage and was forced to retreat step by step.

However, the fighting power of the spirit masters of the Garo Empire was beyond imagination. Each of them could almost fight against four people at once, and the soldiers of the Wuhun Empire were terrified.

Seeing the time was right, the white-robed general suddenly shouted, "Retreat!"

The soul masters of the Garo Empire did not hesitate and retreated quickly, as if they were defeated.

Seeing this, the Soul Douluo of the Spirit Empire sneered and ordered a pursuit, thinking that victory was certain.

However, this was exactly what Yuan Shao planned.

He stood on the city wall, his eyes stern, and waved his hand fiercely: "Ten thousand arrows!"

In an instant, countless arrows poured down from the city wall like raindrops. Each arrow contained soul power and had amazing explosive power, instantly blowing the pursuing soldiers of the Wuhun Empire into a bloody mess.

At the same time, the soul masters of the Garo Empire who were ambushing on the flanks rushed out from the front and the right, forming a siege.

The Wuhun Empire's army was thrown into chaos, and their originally powerful offensive collapsed in an instant. They could only defend hastily and retreat step by step.

In the sky, the battle between Chen Kang and Shui Douluo has reached a fever pitch.

Chen Kang's giant elephant spirit's attack was fierce, but Shui Douluo's buffalo spirit was extremely resilient, and the water waves continued to dissolve the attack.

Chen Kang caught a glimpse of the army's defeat below and his mind was in turmoil. Shui Douluo seized the opportunity and slapped out with one palm. The water waves turned into a giant hand and directly knocked Chen Kang dozens of meters away.

Chen Kang's face turned pale. He knew that fighting was useless. He roared and led the remaining troops to retreat.

The battlefield gradually calmed down, and the ground outside Mengyang City was stained red with blood, and corpses piled up like mountains.

Yuan Shao stood on the city wall, watching the retreating Spirit Empire army, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this victory was hard-won, it avenged the dead soldiers.

However, he did not feel relieved at all.

The defenders of Mengyang City have suffered heavy losses. It is almost impossible for them to continue to hold on with the existing strength, unless the capital sends a large number of strong men to support them.

But he knew the current situation in the capital better than anyone else, and support was almost a luxury.

He sighed, his eyes filled with worry.

On the battlefield, Lu Yu stood with his sword sheathed, surrounded by the corpses of his enemies.