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Chapter 857 Tiger-Headed Heavy Armor Troops Deployed!

"Young man of the Yin family, if this succeeds, you and I will rewrite the history of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"But remember, once you embark on this path, there is no turning back. You and I must give it our all and live this life to the fullest."

Yu Jing spoke with a firm tone, his eyes filled with resentment towards the imperial court.

"This junior understands. From now on, I swear to stand with the Commander-in-Chief, to fight for the Xuanming Iron Guard, and to seek justice for all the noble families oppressed by the royal family!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Jingyi stood up and bowed.

In the stillness of the night, the manor remained brightly lit as the two continued to discuss the details until dawn broke in the east.

The plan is set, and all that remains is the right moment. A storm that will overthrow imperial power is about to sweep across the skies above Qiandu.

Both men were decisive and efficient. After discussing the matter, Yin Jingyi immediately returned to the Tiger Head Heavy Armor Camp to prepare for the uprising, while Yu Jing, after a short rest with the Xuanming Iron Guards, also set off immediately.

At this moment, Yu Jing stood atop the mountain. The cold wind howled, blowing his gray hair, but it could not extinguish the raging fire burning in his eyes.

He looked down and saw the Flying Cloud Cavalry Camp's camp resembling a sleeping behemoth, with banners waving and fluttering, each flag a declaration of war, challenging the nerves of every observer.

But in Yu Jing's eyes, one of these flags was particularly glaring, like an old scar being suddenly torn open, causing excruciating pain.

The flag, black with a red design, depicts a blood-red blade piercing through the clouds, its sharpness fully revealed, exuding boundless malevolence.

For Yu Jing, the pattern and the colors were not just a visual shock, but a tremor in his soul, a nightmare buried deep in his heart that he could not forget even in the dead of night.

Memories flooded back, pulling Yu Jing back to that blood-red dusk.

That day, the Xuanming Iron Guards were supposed to be triumphant heroes, but they encountered an unprecedented betrayal and ambush.

They thought that after crossing the smoke of battle, they would be greeted by the warmth of their homeland, but unexpectedly, they were met with the cold blades of the royal family and endless pursuit.

After that brutal battle, the Xuanming Iron Guard was almost completely wiped out. The survivors, bearing physical wounds and emotional scars, struggled to return to the Great Qian Dynasty.

However, the journey home was not smooth. Instead of comfort and reassurance, they were met with an even more brutal siege.

The Great Qian imperial family, the very organization they had sworn to serve to the death, in order to completely annihilate this once-elite army, did not hesitate to dispatch an elite and ruthless cavalry force—the Blood Cloud Iron Cavalry—to carry out a final extermination against them.

The name "Blood Cloud Iron Cavalry" has been etched like a curse into the hearts of every survivor of the Xuanming Iron Guard over the years.

Clad in blood-red armor and wielding blood-red blades, they left nothing but desolation in their wake, leaving the Xuanming Iron Guards with only death and despair.

It was a war without gunfire, yet it was more brutal than any battle, because the enemy was not only a battlefield adversary, but also a former comrade-in-arms, a betrayal and deception.

At this moment, gazing at the banner with its blood-red blade piercing through the clouds, Yu Jing's pupils constricted sharply. What surged in his heart was not only anger, but also a deep desire for revenge.

"What a small world!"

A sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips as he muttered to himself, his expression revealing an indescribable ferocity.

Yu Jing's gaze deepened, piercing through the mists of time.

He remembered the commander of the Blood Cloud Iron Cavalry, a man with a cold face and mad eyes, who ruthlessly reaped the lives of the wounded Xuanming Iron Guards around him.

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Yu Jing had vowed then that if given the chance, he would personally end this unfinished war and seek justice for his brothers in the Xuanming Iron Guard.

Now, the opportunity is right in front of you!

The Flying Cloud Cavalry was originally the Blood Cloud Iron Cavalry, as Yu Jing understood it.

These executioners may have changed their names, but they could not change the bloodlust in their bones, nor could they erase the crimes they had committed against the Xuanming Iron Guards.

At this moment, the flames of revenge burned fiercely in Yu Jing's heart, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

He took a deep breath, letting the cold air calm the turmoil in his heart.

The Blood Cloud Iron Cavalry, now known as the Flying Cloud Valiant Cavalry Battalion, may no longer be the elite force it once was, but their combat power is still not to be underestimated, especially their mobility and surprise attack capabilities, which are truly formidable.

Yu Jing's gaze swept across the camp, observing every corner and every possible defensive weakness, and a preliminary plan had already formed in his mind.

The soldiers of the Flying Cloud Cavalry Battalion may not know the grudges between them and the Xuanming Iron Guards. They are merely tools to carry out orders, pawns in the hands of the royal family.

But Yu Jing had no intention of showing mercy. In this game of power, there are no innocent people; everyone pays the price for their choices.

He turned around and looked at the Xuanming Iron Guards standing guard behind him, their eyes also burning with the flames of revenge.

"Today, we are no longer fugitives. With our own hands, we will end this feud and seek justice for our brothers!"

Yu Jing's voice was low and deep. The many Xuanming Iron Guards behind him remained silent, but they all gripped their weapons tightly, a hint of crimson flashing in their eyes.

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Meanwhile, Yin Jingyi, who had already arrived at the Tiger Head Heavy Armor Camp, stepped out of the main tent. It was already late at night, but the Tiger Head Heavy Armor Camp was still brightly lit. The cold light of the armor shimmered in the firelight, illuminating the resolute faces of the soldiers.

"Pass down the order: the entire Tiger Head Heavy Armor Battalion, don their armor, and move out immediately!"

Yin Jingyi took a deep breath, his voice piercing the night sky like the beating of war drums.

At the command, the camp erupted in excitement. The soldiers quickly donned their heavy tiger-head armor, the tiger heads on which seemed to come alive, their eyes gleaming.

The heavy footsteps and the clanging of armor mingled together, forming a stirring battle song.

Yin Jingyi stood in front of the camp gate, his eyes sharp as he surveyed the army below, which was fully prepared for battle.

"Brothers, the royal family is tyrannical, wreaking havoc on the court and causing widespread resentment among the people. Tonight is the night for us to overthrow this tyrant and restore order to the court!"

"Let the tiger-head heavy armor be the most dazzling star in the imperial city tonight!"

He raised his longsword high, the tip pointing towards the imperial city, his voice resounding.

As the order was given, countless heavily armored tiger-headed soldiers surged out of the camp like a tide, their iron hooves breaking the silence of the night, dust flying everywhere, their momentum overwhelming.

Under the moonlight, this vast army of heavily armored infantry resembled a flowing silver river, weaving through the night. The cold light on their armor flickered intermittently, like shimmering dragon scales, exuding a chilling aura. Following their predetermined route, they headed straight for the heart of the imperial city—Qiantian Gate.

Along the way, the villagers stared in astonishment at the suddenly appearing army, filled with some doubts, but they soon realized that an unprecedented change was quietly unfolding.

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