Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1084 I will turn these 3 demon soldiers into deaf and blind men!

"Break through the siege now!" Xuan Jue's voice was resolute, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

"Yue Qing!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Yue Qing, the deputy general of the Hanyue Army, could no longer contain his fighting spirit.

"Lead 30,000 elite troops of the Left Wing of the Shanyue Army and launch an immediate attack. Target: the intersection of the three nodes of 'Li Huo', 'Xun Feng', and 'Gen Shan' on the east! Within half an hour, you must break through the enemy's eastern front and draw their main force away!"

Xuanjue pointed his fingertip toward the east side of the light map, and an attack route instantly lit up, precisely hitting the gap between the three node formations.

"Understood!" Yue Qing clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around, and transformed into a streak of light as he swept down from the command platform.

"Qing Mongolia!"

"Present!" Commander Qing Meng of the Central Army stood at attention.

"The central army will number 50,000. After Yue Qing draws the attention of the eastern front, they will break in from the southern 'Kun Di' node and strike directly at the demon army's supply depot located between the 'Zhen Lei' and 'Dui Ze' nodes! Burn their supplies and cut off their foundation!"

"The timing is one incense stick's time after Yue Qing engages the enemy!"

Another route lights up to the south, pointing directly at the enemy's vitals.

"Yes, sir!" Qing Meng accepted the order and left.

"Zhengming!"

"This subordinate obeys your command!" Right Wing Commander Zhengming stepped forward.

"The right flank of 40,000, closely following the central army, targets the Demon Army's communication hub, the 'Kanshui' node! At all costs, sever all their external communication arrays and command flags! Make sure they cannot coordinate their efforts from both ends!"

The third route leads to the throat of the demon army's command system.

"Yes!" Zhengming's figure disappeared.

"Hidden in the clouds!"

The scout battalion commander, Yunzang, knelt on one knee: "Please give your orders, Your Excellency!"

"The entire scout battalion disperses and becomes ghosts. Two tasks: First, cooperate with Zhengming to snipe any flag bearers and messenger demonic cultivators attempting to relay orders."

"Second, infiltrate in reverse, locate and destroy the demon army's pre-set backup communication nodes and small teleportation arrays!"

"I will turn these 300,000 demon soldiers into deaf and blind people!"

Xuanjue's orders were ruthless and efficient.

As the first successor of the Heavenly Palace and a disciple of the Heavenly Venerable, Xuan Jue's methods are naturally top-notch.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in charge of all affairs in Xuntianzhou.

"Scout battalion, lead the charge!" Yun Cang vanished in a wisp of smoke.

Xuanjue turned his gaze to Xuanqing and Yunxia: "Senior Brother Xuanqing, I would like to ask you to guard the center with your sword. When the southern supply route is on fire and communication is interrupted, use your Frosty Sword Intent to slash down from the clouds, dividing their northern and southern camps and blocking enemy reinforcements!"

Xuanqing nodded, and the ancient sword hummed in the cold frost.

“Yunxia,” Xuanjue looked at the woman in the purple dress, “your radiance is multifaceted, combining strength and gentleness. Working in conjunction with Senior Brother Xuanqing’s sword curtain, you specialize in attacking the fatal cracks caused by the broken nodes and the obstructed flow of the formation.”

"By combining yin and yang, we can tear apart their formation and open a passage for the army to retreat!"

A fighting spirit surged in Fairy Yunxia's eyes: "Understood!"

Finally, Xuan Jue's gaze fell on the black-robed figure who had been standing silently in the shadows: "Fellow Daoist Kuiyan, please take action to suppress the demon army's counterattack, especially its reserve force and Venerable-level combat power. Restrain and deter them."

Kuiyan nodded slightly, his hoarse voice ringing out: "Alright."

With the deployment complete, Xuan Jue surveyed the crowd, his voice resounding throughout the camp: "The key to this battle lies in the 'seven-pronged relay, with a sequential sequence'!"

"Soldiers of the Shaking Mountain Army, follow my orders and launch attacks in separate routes. After completing your missions, do not linger in battle; immediately assemble along the designated routes! Move out!"

As Xuanjue uttered his last word, the entire Hanyue Army camp began to operate with a roar, like a tightly wound spring!

The east side will move first.

The moment Yue Qing's 30,000-strong left flank of the Shaking Yue Army crashed into the enemy lines, the Demon Army's eastern front commander didn't even have time to issue his first complete military order. It wasn't that he was slow to react, but rather that Yue Qing's chosen point of attack was far too cunning.

The power flow between the three array nodes, "Li Huo," "Xun Feng," and "Gen Shan," reached a point of transition, like the moment of calm after three giant waves collide. The defense was weakest and the reaction was slowest.

Thirty thousand fierce soldiers transformed into a crimson raging wave, tearing fiercely into the gap. The main force of the demon army on the eastern front was suddenly pulled by this reckless charge, like a school of fish caught on a hook, involuntarily tilting eastward.

"Hold on! They're feigning an attack!" The Eastern Front commander's judgment was remarkably swift.

But he was only half right.

Yue Qing's attack was indeed a feint.

The problem is that Xuanjue never gives his opponents a window of time to "make the right judgment".

Just as the eastern front forces were withdrawn and the light screen at the southern "Kun Di" node showed a slight delay, the 50,000 elite troops of the central army led by Qing Meng, like ghosts gathering from the darkness, silently slipped through that tiny, almost imperceptible gap.

Behind them, the demon army's supply camp between the "Thunder" and "Duize" nodes suddenly burst into bloom with a towering fire lotus in the dawn mist.

Flames surged and thick smoke billowed like dragons.

The mountain of grain and fodder turned into a raging inferno in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of miles away, the firelight that pierced through the morning mist could be seen. When the demon soldiers looked back, they only saw their rations twisting, collapsing, and turning to ash in the flames.

"The grain supply line—!"

The southern commander finally uttered those two words.

The command symbol rose from his hand and shot towards the communication center.

Then he saw his messenger.

The messenger was still standing, but there was a thin line of blood on his throat.

Blood flowed silently down his neck, pooling into a small dark red puddle at his feet.

Along with the messenger, seven demonic cultivators and three deputy messengers also fell.

They fell to the ground in different postures, but the only thing they had in common was that none of the command symbols had been sent out.

Before making their move, Yunzang's scout battalion had been lying in wait in the Demon Army's communication system for a full half hour.

What they were waiting for was the moment when the southern commander shouted the words "supply route".

Because when a person shouts this phrase, they will instinctively focus all their attention on the destroyed supplies and forget to check if the messenger next to them is still alive.

At the communication hub "Kanshui" node, Zhengming led 40,000 elite soldiers on the right wing, launching a fatal attack at the same moment.

The timing was so precise it was chilling.

The communication node has just received an urgent signal from the southern front and is forwarding it at full speed. The energy supply of the defensive formation has been squeezed to its limit.

At this critical point, Zhengming's sword pierced its heart.

Sword light flashed, and rune arrays exploded.

Countless communication discs turned to dust amidst a piercing cracking sound.

Within ten breaths, the demon army's vast command network transformed from a finely functioning war machine into a bunch of scattered soldiers who could only fight their own battles.

The chaos began on the southern front and spread like a plague.

Just then, a sword light fell from the sky.

Xuanqing's Frosty Ancient Sword cleaved down from the clouds.

A curtain of icy blue swords swept across the sky, like a blade of divine punishment, cleaving the chaotic demon army camp in two from north to south.

At the same time, the myriad rays of light from the Cloud Fairy poured down from the other side of the sky. (End of Chapter)