Chapter 39: The Godly Emperor points his sword at the millions of troops, and the war between the North and the South begins!
"Marquis Anyang, how should we fight this battle?"
The commander of Western Chu asked Marquis Anyang.
The Da'an Dynasty is the strongest, and Marquis Anyang is also the best in the world. Everyone is willing to listen to him.
Marquis Anyang pondered for a moment.
"The battlefield between the north and the south is a large plain, and there are basically fewer opportunities to use strategies."
"So we don't have a plan now. We can only fight head-on, use our powerful strength, and fight to the death with the Shenwu Dynasty."
Everyone nodded after listening to Marquis Anyang's words.
Millions of troops, to be specific, are more than 1.2 million troops. Against the Shenwu Dynasty, with an army of more than 400,000, can't they win?
You know, they are not bringing in domestic miscellaneous troops, but elite troops based on their family background!
Otherwise, like the Da'an Dynasty, they can pull out millions of troops.
But if there are millions of troops, there is a lot of water, and there are many miscellaneous troops.
The real elite troops are only about 300,000 to 400,000.
This is true for Xichu and Nanqing.
But what they don't know is that the elite troops they call, the elite troops they think of themselves, are still nothing in front of the army of the Shenwu Dynasty.
It's no different from those mobs!
After all, Xu Luo's army is an army that has left a brilliant mark in history!
And Xu Luo's army is similar to immortality!
The reserve army of one million is ready. If the soldiers in the front die in battle, Xu Luo can immediately merge the heroic spirits with the reserve soldiers.
Then the army of the Shenwu Dynasty with peak combat power will continue to appear on the battlefield.
Their total elite troops are one million! And Xu Luo's elite troops, the troops above the elite troops, are endless!
It can even be said that as long as Xu Luo is willing, the number of people who can fight in the Shenwu Dynasty represents how many elite troops he has!
The armies summoned by Xu Luo were all famous armies of an era, experienced in hundreds of battles, and almost undefeated.
These were the elites of a hundred battles! And it was good enough for a dynasty or a country to have an elite army of a hundred battles.
And they could only exist in one era. After the army was renewed and replaced, it would decline.
So you can imagine how powerful Xu Luo's Shenwu Dynasty was!
Because he had all the elites of a hundred battles in each dynasty and era!
The Eternal Roster recorded all the legendary military spirits from ancient times to the present. He could integrate all these armies that should not have collided with each other and make them work for him together!
On the battlefields of the north and south, the armies of both sides were ready to go.
Xu Luo sat on the central army's generals' platform, wearing an imperial robe, and his majesty swept the whole place.
Looking at all the countries, the only emperor who dared to show up in person on the battlefield of millions of people was Xu Luo!
Da'an, Xichu, Nanqing, etc., all of them were hiding in their own palaces, nervously waiting for news from the front.
Just with this kind of momentum, the momentum that shook the mountains and rivers, Xu Luo had already won.
The soldiers were in high spirits, because His Majesty was watching from behind, allowing them to exert strength far beyond their own.
Anyang Hou, riding on a warhorse, holding the sword on his waist, looked at Xu Luo sitting on the dragon chair on the stage in the distance, and said in a deep voice.
"He is a great man of the world. It is my great honor to have the honor of fighting with such a person in my life."
Listening to Anyang Hou's words, everyone nodded.
That's a person who challenged the top ten masters and easily won!
In addition to his strong personal strength, he is also the emperor of the Shenwu Dynasty. This person is too perfect. How can there be such a perfect and powerful person in the world?
Xu Luo looked at the millions of troops in front of him. If there was no psychological pressure, it would be impossible.
This is the low-level martial arts era! The overall strength of an army of millions is much stronger than that of an ordinary army.
Some of the generals, lieutenants, etc. are even powerful martial arts masters, and there are even innate masters.
And the general centurions and thousand-man commanders are either third-rate or second-rate masters.
Therefore, the destructive power of this army is enough to fight even against modern armies.
Because as long as they rush close, modern soldiers are not enough to punch.
Even Xu Luo, a half-step master.
However, facing millions of elite troops, if they fight hard, they may die in a minute.
Moreover, if the army forms a formation, powerful warriors dare not touch it, otherwise they will surely fail.
This is only the first level of the world. If it is the second or even the third level of the world, the name of the Empire Era will never make the country and the army weak.
Otherwise, why not change it to the era of Jianghu, where Jianghu masters are superior to the court, instead of the court being superior to Jianghu.
"Swish!"
Xu Luo suddenly pulled out the Shenwu Sword from his waist, which was forged for Xu Luo by a sword-making master in the Shenwu Dynasty.
It is not a magic weapon, but it is definitely exquisite and solemn enough.
"All soldiers!"
Xu Luo roared, accompanied by the sound of internal force, resounding throughout the battlefield of the north and south, and millions of people could hear it clearly.
"Here! Here! Here!"
In the Shenwu Dynasty, 300,000 Daqin Tiger Division, 80,000 Beifu Army, and 3,000 Baima Yicong all roared in response.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At the same time, the sound of war drums sounded.
Xu Luo suddenly pointed his sword at the millions of heroes and roared loudly.
"Kill!!!"
In an instant, the war between the north and the south began! The war with a total of more than 1.6 million troops on both sides began!