Chapter 245
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Days passed quickly. After Zhao Zilong left the mountain, he quickly made a name for himself in Jianghu with his profound cultivation.
But good times didn't last long. News of the Qiang Barbarians' invasion spread throughout the Central Plains. Countless hot-blooded young men joined the army, wanting to use the Qiang Barbarians' heads as vessels to serve wine.
Zhao Zilong didn't choose to go to the north to seek refuge with his father. He wanted to rely on his own strength and start from the lowest rank of soldiers. Once he had accumulated enough military merits, he would go and meet his father.
Blood dyed the earth red. The men of the Central Plains courageously sacrificed themselves to protect their country and their wives and children.
Zhao Zilong's strength and realm improved by leaps and bounds with the constant bloody battles. At the same time, his Combatant Formula also made great progress in the process of battle.
This war lasted for three years, and Zhao Zilong finally broke through to the Qi Gazing Realm. Although he was still far from the realm of a Level 2 expert, he was still considered an expert in military affairs. At this time, he had quickly risen to the rank of general by virtue of his military achievements.
"Soldiers, listen to my command. Tonight, we will attack the enemy camp at night."
Zhao Zilong sat behind the desk in the commander's tent and shouted to the young and strong generals on both sides of him.
"Yes."
In the past three years, many generals had watched Zhao Zilong climb step by step from a nameless soldier to the position of a General of the Five Symbols. However, none of them had the slightest bit of resistance in their hearts. Because all of this was real military service. He had completely relied on his own hands to achieve it bit by bit on the battlefield.
Many of them had even been saved by Zhao Zilong in times of extreme danger on the battlefield. This made them feel grateful and choose to pledge their loyalty to Zhao Zilong.
The war was about to begin. In the hinterland of the Central Plains, countless people wore mournful faces and mournful mourning.
All of this was unavoidable. War was a war between the enemy and the enemy. It was either you die or I die. Only by completely defeating the Qiang Barbarians and forcing them to obediently scram back to their homes would the people of the Central Plains be able to recuperate.
Soon, the night shrouded the land. All the soldiers held their breaths and marched in unison, steadily advancing towards the enemy camp not far away.
The eyes of these young soldiers were filled with determination. Although their faces were still slightly immature, their hot blood could not be extinguished.
"Kill!"
Following Lin Xiu's order, the group of soldiers rushed towards the barracks not far away like a tide. The archers stood up straight and pulled out their bows and arrows from their backs. The arrows that were coated with a layer of kerosene were shot out and immediately burst into flames.
"Enemy attack!"
Very soon, the other side's general also reacted. Bugles resounded in the silent night sky, and the soldiers of both sides immediately met each other, putting on a show of blood and fire.
The general of the Qiang Barbarians was extremely powerful, but he was still no match for Zhao Zilong. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he prepared to break through under the cover of his subordinates.
"Hmph, you want to escape? Do you think you can?"
Zhao Zi Long shouted coldly. Then, he fiercely stamped his feet on the ground. His figure suddenly shot out like a cannonball. He held a long spear in his hand, and rushed towards the enemy's general to kill him.
Battles like this were happening everywhere in the Central Plains. All the commoners and soldiers knew that it was a moment of life and death.
The Qiang barbarians had been plotting against the Central Plains for a long time. Now that they finally had the chance, they would naturally mobilize the strength of their entire country to attack. They wanted to turn the rich Central Plains into their own backyard so that they could escape from poverty.
From an objective point of view, there was no right or wrong between the two sides. They were all doing this for the commoners to live a better life.
But the Qiang Barbarians wanted to seize the rich Central Plains, and it would harm the interests of countless commoners of the Jiangchu Dynasty. The Jiangchu Dynasty would never allow such a thing to happen.
Artillery fire filled the sky and the sound of sharp weapons piercing into bodies could be heard.
Under the illumination of the hazy torches, all the soldiers' faces were stained with blood. It was unknown whether it was their own or the enemy's blood, but these hot-blooded men did not even frown. They only knew that if they could not kill the enemy in front of them, then once the enemy had a chance, they would be the ones to die.
After many soldiers fell to the ground, they, who had lost their weapons, fiercely bit the enemy's thighs. It was just to slightly slow down the enemy's speed and give their own side some opportunities.
War was really too cruel.
Under Zhao Zi Long's strong attack, the enemy's general gradually became a little overwhelmed. In the end, he was even directly knocked off his horse by Zhao Zi Long's spear.
With a cold expression, Zhao Zi Long did not have any mercy. He fiercely stabbed the general's throat, and blood immediately flowed out.
The Qiang Barbarian soldiers were dispirited at the moment when their general was killed and they were attacked by the enemy. Every one of them wished that they had two more legs so that they could run faster.
"Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Standing in the military camp that had already been turned into ruins, Zhao Zi Long's voice directly exploded in the military camp like a great bell, like heavenly thunder.
No one wanted to become a ghost under someone else's blade. Under the pursuit of the Jiangchu Dynasty's elites, many Qiang Barbarians chose to surrender …
However, this was only a victory in a small area. In many other battlefields of the Jiangchu Dynasty, Qiang Barbarians successively conquered many cities in a spurt of energy.
The Jiangchu Dynasty was currently in imminent danger. If a second grade expert did not appear, they would probably suffer a crushing defeat.
At the thought of the Central Plains that had been passed down for thousands of years would finally be destroyed by Qiang Barbarians' whip, all the Jiangchu people gnashed their teeth.
Battle reports came one after another. Zhao Zi Long also understood the crisis of the current situation. Even with his father holding the fort, it still could not stop the decline in front of them.
Three years of military life had made the originally kind young man become a lot colder. He firmly remembered the words that Zhao Wu had personally said to him when he left the northern frontier.
"Sending food to some poor people is just a small kindness. Only when we have a strong military force can all the people avoid the chaos of war and live a peaceful life. That is a great kindness."
Even though he was still in the third grade realm, there was no time to waste. After summoning all the generals back to the commander's tent, Zhao Zi Long did not have time to say anything else. He hurriedly assigned the command of the army and rushed to the place where the Qiang Barbarian's commander was.
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