C363 Quingotima

A few generals explained to Han Chen about the rules of the Three Kingdoms and the duration of the battle.

The battle started three days later and ended a month later. Han Chen could not help but narrow his eyes, how should he fight this battle? How should he win? At this moment, he didn't have any confidence at all.

"Who can tell me about the five thousand elite soldiers of the Grand Seal Empire?" Han Chen asked.

Lu Kui and the others looked at each other, and Zhao Bo, who had been standing at the side quietly all this while, suddenly replied, "Those five thousand people were formed up by two separate armies, namely Silver Leopard and the assailant. The number of bandits was only a thousand, but these thousand had come from the training of those prisoners on death row. They were ruthless and cruel. Their battle power is even more ferocious than ordinary soldiers. "

Han Chen nodded. This was not the first time he had heard of these condemned criminals. He had seen it before in the capital, but not a single one of the six or seven people didn't possess the strength of morphogenesis.

"The bandit leader's name is Du Lang, and his strength is probably at the peak of the seventh stage of morphogenesis. He should have already stepped into the eighth stage halfway. I have also investigated him before, he was once the guard commander of some noble family in Grand Seal Empire. After getting drunk one day, he flirted with the young miss of a noble clan. After they were discovered, they were killed. Not only did they keep their mouths shut, they even annihilated the entire family. "

Du Lang? Listening to Zhao Bo's explanation, Han Chen could not help but frown, this Grand Seal Empire was too despicable. Someone like Du Lang actually did not bring justice to the law, and instead trained to be a commander in an army. Thinking about it here, Han Chen's disgust towards the Grand Seal Empire deepened by another level.

"Du Lang has a total of ten teams under his command." Zhao Bo continued, "The strength of the captains of these ten teams are all at least at the fifth level of the morphogenesis. Furthermore, there are around seven to eight morphogenesis and forty to fifty mastery level experts in each team. "

When those words were spoken, the expressions of everyone present changed. In other words, within the one thousand death row criminals, there were a total of seventy to eighty experts in morphogenesis and four hundred practitioners in mastery.

It was no wonder that such an army could slaughter the entire Black Knight Empire into disarray. Just the information reported was enough to make one's scalp tingle and cause one's mood to turn grave.

"The reason why I told you these numbers is not to boost the will of others," Su Yun said. Zhao Bo looked at his opponent's handsome face sternly, and spoke with an incomparably solemn tone.

"Back then, when I fought against the Darkknight Empire, I made ample preparations. However, they still lost at their hands and were almost shot by the main commander, Tao Jie. However, Tao Jie was also well-prepared when facing the Grand Seal Empire. In the end, he was surrounded and killed by the criminal army, and suffered a crushing defeat. To put it harshly, I don't think you have the ability to win. "

Lu Kui and the other officers looked up in surprise, then lowered their heads helplessly. Indeed, they had the same thoughts as Zhao Bo. They didn't have much confidence in this battle.

Only by replacing all the elite officers of the Yue Lan Empire with five thousand silver armored soldiers would they have a chance of winning. However, this was obviously impossible. Every checkpoint needed a heavy guard at the border.

Han Chen raised his eyelids slightly, and stared coldly at Zhao Bo. His pitch-black eyes surged with traces of coldness, and shot out like two sharp arrows.

Zhao Bo could not help but not dare to look straight into his eyes.

Han Chen's throat moved up and down, as he said in a low voice, "I hope that in the next month, I won't hear such dejected words from you. If the great number one general of the Empire, Zhao Bo, doesn't have confidence, you can just raise the white flag and surrender now.

"You?" Zhao Bo's expression changed as he felt embarrassed after being scolded by Han Chen. Ever since he lost to the Black Knight Empire, Zhao Bo seemed to have lost a little bit of confidence and spirit.

Han Chen suddenly laughed, "General Zhao Bo, the rest of the matters are entirely under your command. You must hold onto the city for one month. As long as you can hold on, I am confident that I can win this battle. "

A domineering aura that seemed to come from the heavens emerged from Han Chen's body, the youth's firm and unswerving figure revealed an indescribable confidence. Yan Wu, who was not far away, could not help but look over.

At night, the city was shrouded in darkness.

Even though it was not the day for the battle to begin, the city was already on alert. At this time, it was difficult to guarantee that the enemy's spies would come to spy on them.

The night wind was chilly, and the stars in the sky shone with their own brilliance.

Han Chen pressed both of his hands against the city wall, and his clear and cold eyes revealed a trace of profoundness. Thinking about what had happened in the past few years since he left for Mystical Peak, there were really too many things that happened. Many even felt like they were living in a dream.

Father, Han Langyu. Her sweetheart, Shen Yu. She also entrusted the hemoptysis he was looking for. They escorted the corpse of the dwarf Patsy back to the Dwarf Tribe.

None of these things had been completed yet, and he had even provoked a large number of enemies. The Gongsun Family, the Grand Seal Empire Imperial Family, they were always thinking of taking their own lives. What was worth being gratified about was the speed at which his strength grew and the love he had gained from Qiao Feiyan.

Right at this moment, a graceful figure walked over to Han Chen's side, and stopped about two meters away from him. Yan Wu looked ahead, and also quietly leaned on the city wall.

After a period of silence, Yan Wu was the first to break the silence, "What are you thinking?"

"Hmm?" Han Chen was startled at first, but then shook his head, and said: "Nothing, it's just that I suddenly feel like what happened all these years is just like a dream."

"Is that so?" Yan Wu curled her lips, "Didn't you humans often say that life is like a dream, a dream like life?"

"Maybe! But for the time being, I can't figure out what that means. "

"Do you really have a way to defeat the Grand Seal Empire's army?" Yan Wu casually asked.

Han Chen raised his eyebrows, he raised his eyes and looked at the other party, and the corners of his mouth raised to form a mysterious arc. "What do you think?"

Three days quickly passed. The first day of the war between the two armies finally arrived.

The wide expanse of the plain was surrounded by a grassy area. At this point, the two armies were at a stalemate. The soldiers of Yue Lan Empire were all clad in silver armor, looking extremely majestic. The vanguard general was Zhao Bo, holding a cold spear.

The group of soldiers from Grand Seal Empire wore red armor. On the chest area of the red armor, there was a silver picture of a leopard.

Grand Seal Empire was leading a sturdy looking middle-aged man. His pair of triangular eyes shone like a viper's.

"The person on the other side is named, I, Grandpa, never kill nameless people." The middle-aged man said arrogantly.

"Hmph, he would have been the number one general of the Yue Lan Empire anyway. You bunch of nameless men, yet you are still acting so arrogantly? " Zhao Bo pulled his horse, the majestic warhorse had its head held high and chest puffed up, looking imposing and majestic.

"Oh? So you were defeated by the underling of the Black Knight Empire, little Zhao Bo, hahahaha. " The middle-aged man's face was filled with contempt, and then he shouted loudly, "Zhao Bo, you have done well for me. Grandfather, I am the Second Company Leader's butcher under Commander Du Lang, if you meet me today, you can consider it your bad luck. If you know what's good for you, then immediately surrender, and I, your grandfather, may even give you a corpse. "

"Bastard! How dare you, a mere death row prisoner, be so arrogant? Where is your gangster army? Let them come out and fight. "

"Heh, to deal with you small fry, do you need to use the criminal army?"

"You're courting death." A cold light flashed across Zhao Bo's eyes. He retracted his legs and the warhorse immediately flew away. "Butcher boy, take this general's shot."

"Hehe, let's see who seeks death." The butcher laughed in a weird way and rode his horse up to meet it, a long blade appearing in his hand. With a wave of his hand, an extremely condensed blade light shot out towards his opponent.

Zhao Bo's expression changed slightly as he swung his arm forward, the cold spear heavily striking the blade light. Bang! It directly shattered the opponent's attack.

In the blink of an eye, the butcher was right in front of him. The big blade cut through the air with wind force, from top to bottom, it ruthlessly slashed at Zhao Bo.

Zhao Bo immediately raised his pike above his head, Ding! Sparks flew as the weapons intertwined. Zhao Bo instinctively felt both his arms go numb, and his chest started to ache.

He had been shot through the lungs during his battle with the Black-Rider Empire and was still recovering from his injuries. If not for the fact that the Emperor was worried that Han Chen might not have any experience on the battlefield for the first time, he would not have sent Zhao Bo here.

Zhao Bo's strength was at the seventh level of morphogenesis, so the butcher was originally a little weaker than him. But because of his injuries, and the first time they had crossed blows, Zhao Bo still appeared to be lacking in strength.

"Hehe, little Zhao Bo, is that all you have?" The butcher mocked. He exerted force in his arm and pushed down with his broadsword. An immense pressure was transmitted to the horse under Zhao Bo's feet, the horse's legs were slightly bent.

"Hmph, don't be too complacent."

Zhao Bo's eyes darkened, a powerful aura burst out from his body. Bang! The butcher was immediately pushed back, and Zhao Bo swung his arm, his sharp cold spear thrusting towards the enemy's warhorse.

Hiss! A sharp spear light directly pierced into the warhorse's head, causing blood to spurt out. The warhorse let out a deep whimper and then fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

"Bastard." The butcher's face changed, and he fiercely cursed. A pair of green wings unfolded behind him, spreading out and flying high in the sky.

"Butcher boy, where are you running to?" Zhao Bo laughed contemptuously. He formed a pair of wings, held his spear at an angle, and rushed forward. As he moved, Zhao Bo ordered the soldiers behind him.

"Brothers, kill!"

"Kill!" The soldiers who had been unable to restrain themselves immediately raised their weapons and charged forward.

The butcher also quickly gave the order to attack. The teams from both sides instantly came together and engaged in a desperate battle. The Golden Horses faced off against each other. This was not an exercise, but a real bloody battle.