I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 526 Young Marshal's Army - Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling

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"Ziling, if we join forces, what do we have to fear from the world!"

Kou Zhong laughed loudly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"That's right, Young Master Zhong. Today, let us use this battlefield as our paper and our blood as our ink to write our own glorious chapter!"

Xu Ziling responded, his sword light becoming even sharper. Even with his composure, he couldn't help but feel his emotions stirred on this top-tier battlefield.

The battle continued, with both sides suffering heavy casualties, but the morale of the Young Marshal's army grew ever higher.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, these two leaders, set an example by charging ahead of the many young marshals.

"Young Master Zhong, it seems that the commander of the opposing Great Xuan Army is no ordinary person either. This battle will probably not be easy."

Xu Ziling spoke during the break, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Not easy? Hmph, it is precisely because it is not easy that our Young Marshal's army appears all the more valiant."

"Ziling, the two of us must forge a path to victory amidst these difficulties."

"Tell the brothers to hold on a little longer. Once Alliance Leader Xuanyuan is free to deal with things, victory will surely be ours!"

Kou Zhong wiped the sweat from his face, his gaze calm.

Meanwhile, the commander of the opposing Da Xuan army was Wu Jianzhang, one of the Nine Elders who founded the Sui Dynasty and served under Yang Jian, the Duke of Sui of the Da Xuan Dynasty.

He is a seasoned veteran who has experienced countless battles. The years have left their mark on him, but they have also given him unparalleled composure and wisdom.

At this moment, he stood before the Great Xuan Army formation, clad in silver armor and wielding a long spear, resembling an unshakeable war god.

Wu Jianzhang's gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept over the charging Young Marshal's army, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Hmph, mere bandits dare to contend with the Great Xuan Dynasty?"

"Today, I will show you what a true battlefield is!"

He brandished his spear, and the Great Xuan army immediately changed formation, becoming a mobile steel fortress, slowly meeting the Young Marshal's army's charge.

The two armies clashed, swords flashed, war drums thundered, and the world seemed to be filled only with endless slaughter and roars.

Wu Jianzhang, Kou Zhong, and Xu Ziling, two rebel leaders who came from humble backgrounds, engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield.

The two sides traded blows, neither willing to yield, and the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly.

Wu Jianzhang commanded the Da Xuan army as if he were directing a precise dance, with every movement perfectly timed, repeatedly thwarting the Young Marshal's army's charge.

However, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were no ordinary people either.

The two men took the lead, leading the young marshal's army to fight bravely against the enemy. Every charge was like a storm, putting immense pressure on the Da Xuan army.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate, with blood and flesh flying everywhere on the battlefield and cries of agony echoing across the land.

Wu Jianzhang frowned, keenly sensing the subtle changes on the battlefield.

Although the Young Marshal's army charged with unparalleled bravery, it gradually became exhausted under the precise formation and steady response of the Great Xuan army.

"It seems it's time to teach these scoundrels a lesson."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he pondered to himself.

At the same time, at the front of the Young Marshal's army, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also realized that the situation on the battlefield was not good.

As they watched their own Young Marshal's Army being blocked by the Great Xuan Army led by Wu Jianzhang, a sense of anxiety welled up in their hearts.

"Ziling, look at this situation, we can't continue like this."

Kou Zhong gripped his black cleaver tightly, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, scanning every corner of the battlefield.

"Indeed, Young Master Zhong. We must find a way to break this deadlock."

Xu Ziling pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"In that case, let's personally lead the troops up and behead Wu Jianzhang!"

"Once he dies, the morale of the Great Xuan army will inevitably be affected. Without a leader, we can then seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack!"

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in Kou Zhong's eyes.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziling felt somewhat worried, but the battlefield situation was changing rapidly, leaving him no time to think it over.

"Alright, Young Master Zhong. I'll go with you!"

For now, this is one option, so he could only nod and say in a deep voice.

With a command, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling personally led the elite troops of the Young Marshal's Army, charging towards the formation of the Great Xuan army like a whirlwind.

There is only one objective: to behead Wu Jianzhang!

Upon seeing this, Wu Jianzhang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were both rare and fierce generals, but he did not choose to move his position. Instead, he waved the command flag in his hand and continued to command the Da Xuan army to meet the enemy.

The two armies clashed, swords flashed, and war drums thundered. Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling took the lead, guiding the young marshal's army in a valiant fight against the enemy.

Each charge was like a violent storm, putting immense pressure on the Great Xuan army.

However, Wu Jianzhang was no ordinary person either.

He commanded the Great Xuan army as if he were directing a meticulously crafted dance.

The two sides were locked in fierce combat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and cries of agony echoing across the battlefield.

At this critical moment, Kou Zhong shouted and charged towards Wu Jianzhang like a tiger descending a mountain, wielding a black cleaver.

Xu Ziling followed closely behind, his longsword dancing lightly, each strike precise and deadly.

The two worked together seamlessly to resist the attack of the Da Xuan army, gradually closing in on Wu Jianzhang.

Upon seeing this, Wu Jianzhang felt a surge of anger.

As a veteran of the Great Xuan Dynasty, how could he have ever been provoked like this?

Wielding their own spears, they met the attacks of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

Amidst the flashing blades, Kou Zhong's black cleaver swept in like a tornado, each strike imbued with boundless power and determination.

However, Wu Jianzhang was no ordinary person.

The spear in his hand tumbled and danced like an angry dragon, each swing accompanied by a storm of attacks.

He was a veteran of countless battles and incredibly experienced, and he showed no sign of panic in the face of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling's attacks.

The two sides went back and forth, neither willing to give in.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, keeping one on their toes.

However, at this critical moment, Kou Zhong suddenly shouted and swung his black cleaver even more fiercely.

Seizing upon Wu Jianzhang's weakness, he slashed at his shoulder with his blade.

Upon seeing this, Wu Jianzhang was greatly alarmed and hurriedly swung his spear to block, but it was too late.

The black cleaver flashed across his shoulder like lightning, instantly splattering blood everywhere.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

Wu Jianzhang felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but let out a scream.

However, in that split second, two angry shouts, as loud as thunder, rang out, shaking the entire battlefield.

"Father!"

"uncle!"

With those two angry shouts, two armored generals rushed towards them, their faces contorted with rage.

It was Wu Jianzhang's son, Wu Yunzhao, and his nephew, Wu Tianxi.

These two fierce generals of the Great Xuan Dynasty were enraged to see their father (uncle) injured, like two raging lions.