Chapter 962: Chapter 8: Elite Corps under Li Guanyi
Nangong Wumeng noticed Breaking Army’s emotional turbulence, slightly puzzled.
Breaking Army calmly held the tea, gritting his teeth.
Damn, I was careless!
The strategist with purple eyes gritted his teeth, never expecting that arriving early in the Western Regions would align with the strategic setup, yet the White one had come over with the Lord.
Shaking Light, this generation’s Shaking Light, is truly despicable.
Could it be that in the Star-Gazing Sect’s battles throughout history, I would still lose?
Breaking Army had already bragged in letters to his elders about his victory, and celebrations had started early. If he lost, those old guys would certainly laugh heartily.
Hold on...
If I could, use my loss as bait to lure them out.
Wouldn’t that be a good thing?
Though I lost to the despicable White one, I wouldn’t let those old guys mock me, so it’s not a complete loss.
Hmm...?
Did I win, or did I lose?
Breaking Army mused, took a sip of tea, his furrowed brow relaxed, and said: "...since that’s the case, with her present, the Lord’s position can be confirmed, benefiting our movement there."
"Miss Nangong, please sit, it will take some time for Qibi Li and the others to integrate the troops."
Nangong Wumeng nodded.
She was still somewhat worried about Li Guanyi’s situation.
After all, unlike Jiangnan, there was no large army by the side, and renowned generals could only display personal courage, not much different from Martial World’s heroes, unable to exhibit the grandeur and tactics that swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Golden Curved Saber Cavalry...
Unsure of what level they would reach compared to the Central Plains battle groups.
Nangong Wumeng had pride in the Central Plains and the Heavenly Strategy Mansion.
And she soon witnessed the gathering speed of the [Golden Curved Saber Cavalry]. Outside, the sound of war drums echoed, followed by the sound of hooves and the clashing of swords, with no other noises, no voices of people talking.
After thirty drumbeats, the tent hosting guests was lifted open.
In the desert wind, Qibi Li entered, clad in Western Region armor.
His armor was not like the heavy, steel-like Iron Futu on the grasslands, nor like the Central Plains equipped heavy cavalry, which combined elegance and formidable defense.
It was light armor, only a third the thickness of heavy armor plates, combined with tanned leather to form simple armor that could cover vital points yet slowed the cavalry charge to its extreme.
With cloak and hood, suited to the unique climate and terrain of the Western Regions.
No shield, cavalry spear, nor bows, just a specially designed large curved saber with exaggerated sharpness, exuding a chilling aura. Although Nangong Wumeng was from the Martial World, she had experienced the complete Jiangnan pacification campaign and several subsequent major battles, familiar with Military School battle groups.
Such weaponry, such style, exuded an indescribable danger.
The curtain blocking sandstorms lifted, revealing two thousand armored soldiers already assembled.
Each member emitted the aura of entering realm level.
Each carried the accustomed murderous air and a solemn momentum. In the chaotic Central Plains, the classification of armies had detailed standards, considering personal courage, conscripted civilians, and currency were not viable combatants.
These couldn’t be considered warriors of war, merely expendable materials.
Placed at the front, they resisted arrows raining like water, meant as consumable targets to waste the opponent’s arrows and weapons. In this turbulent era, each nation could effortlessly raise tens of thousands of such "armies."
The death of such troops would not cause the so-called heroes to frown.
Better than these were the standing armies of cities.
Having practiced martial arts and knew hunting skills, they wouldn’t collapse upon contact, mostly in their prime, counted as third-line troops. These troops were foundational, with many youths earning merits and practicing Inner Qi, being promoted from city to stronger armies.
Even losing tens of thousands of such troops would cause distress to Chen Dingye.
But the empire would not be severely hurt.
Then came the border troops, such as the deserters Li Guanyi killed outside Guan Yi City, fierce, almost all practiced Inner Strength, generating Inner Qi, with squad leaders overseeing five already being martial artists of entering realm, blades exuding Inner Qi.
This was second-line troops. If the second-line troops suffered losses of tens of thousands, countries like Chen Country or Ying Country would alter strategic directions, choosing dormancy, as in the Jiangnan pacification campaign.
And that was Li Guanyi’s plan with Wen Lingjun, released most captives, gaining the nation’s benevolence and public support, yet didn’t truly bleed the two countries.
What presented before Nangong Wumeng now transcended that—
First-line battle group.
Each person was fierce and brave, each possessed entering realm martial arts, led by a renowned general, she observed the solemn Golden Curved Saber Cavalry—
Each one’s expression was chilling, clad in leather and metal light armor, waist adorned with unsheathed curved sabers, beside were uniformly tall warhorses.
The entire Qilin Army had the ferocity only matched by Ling Pingyang’s direct five hundred Yue Family Army heavy cavalry, these individuals were the absolute core forces, a renowned general’s command only held hundreds of such men, losing them would shatter even the strongest hero’s spirit.