Commander Lin Huxiao stood at the back of the camp, listening to his subordinates' reports while looking at the map.
He frowned and kept shaking his head.
He was even mumbling to himself.
"That's not right. Why is the Vermillion Bird army so weak?
They've been fighting for ten hours and they're still in a stalemate.
They have the advantage in numbers and should be able to push us back thirty miles.
But … "
Lin Huxiao's eyes scanned the map.
Suddenly, he looked at the Jueling Mountain Range that stretched across the east and west borders on the map.
"Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
It's very difficult for Saints below the third level to fly over, let alone their army. "
"Sigh!"
Lin Huxiao shook his head and sighed.
"I'm thinking too much!"
He knew that the Vermillion Bird army must be up to something.
Why didn't they attack when they had the advantage in numbers?
He was thinking so hard that his head was about to explode!
"Pass down my orders. We need to report the situation on the battlefield continuously!"
Back at the battlefield, the one thousand Vermillion Bird soldiers fighting Zhang Xing were getting anxious.
After fighting for almost twelve hours, they still hadn't killed a single one of Zhang Xing's subordinates.
F * ck your sister, these 100 people all seem to emit an evil aura.
That young man doesn't look like a centurion.
Thousand-Man Commander Tu of the Vermillion Bird Corps couldn't wait any longer.
"Charge over with me!"
He waved his hand, and the four guards beside him all looked at Zhang Xing with eagle-like eyes.
Zhang Xing stood behind Black Treasure and the others and watched.
With them around, he didn't have to do anything.
But he was bored after standing there for almost six hours.
Tu Hu and the others could use this opportunity to stretch their bodies.
"Let them come over!"
Black Treasure was about to stop them when he heard Zhang Xing's order and grinned.
"Don't do anything. The boss wants to stretch his body!"
The other dragons smiled knowingly and opened up a path for him.
This made Tu Hu and the others very unhappy.
How dare a mere centurion like you put on such airs in front of me? Who gave you the guts?
The five of them did not stop. Dragging their three-meter-long sabers, they rushed in front of Zhang Xing in a few breaths.
Without saying a word, the five of them brandished their sabers and slashed.
Although the four people beside him did not hold any positions, their cultivation was equivalent to that of a centurion.
At first, Tu Hu thought that two guards would be enough.
But now, he wanted to kill Zhang Xing in one fell swoop. He wanted to destroy the morale of the brigade and raise the morale of his own men.
Then, wouldn't he be able to eat these people and continue to kill other members of the White Tiger Army?
The mission given to them by their superiors was to exert as much pressure as possible on the White Tiger Army.
But he didn't let them attack too fiercely.
Although this strange order was hard to understand, they didn't need to know what they shouldn't know. They just needed to carry out the order!
At this point, it was impossible to tell that they were exerting pressure on the White Tiger Army. At the very least, these 100 people in front of them were exerting a lot of pressure on them.
As far as the eye could see, the chiliarchs had killed quite a few White Tiger soldiers.
Not one of them.
His face was a little ugly.
After a few rounds, Tu Hu and the other four were surprised. This kid was as slippery as the others. The five of them attacked together and used five moves, but they still didn't succeed.
"You're not a centurion?"
Tu Hu couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"Who told you that I'm a centurion?"
Zhang Xing smiled.
"Then what's your position?"
Tu Hu asked again.
"Acting chiliarch!"
Zhang Xing said as he dodged the attacks easily.