Chapter 702: Chapter 702

Over the Western Wilderness, military camps sprawled.

A somber atmosphere shrouded the entire wasteland.

A few birds occasionally flew across the sky, emitting shrill cries, the only sounds echoing in the wilderness.

At the entrance of the camp, military uniforms were neatly displayed on old wooden planks. When light touched their heavy texture, gazes were instantaneously shocked, as if ready to ignite.

Walking into the camp, each step on the muddy ground resonated loudly.

No one spoke, only the occasional shout broke the nearly suffocating silence.

The bloodstains on those armors, under the setting sun, turned so vividly red.

"Get ready, we are about to go to war."

A deep call resounded, and the entire camp surged, everyone heading toward the gate, moving like a slow stream.

The flag of Xi Qi from the Zhou Clan was raised high, all warriors' blood boiled in an instant.

Flames of war reflected on the horizon, the Western Marquis' roar was like a tempest, spurring the courageous warriors of Great Zhou to forge bravely ahead. The grand army of Xi Qi, with their flags fluttering in the wind, rolled like a dragon on the battlefield, "To purge the demons and cleanse the sovereign's side" the battle cry etched in everyone's heart.

The raging fury in Marquis Ji Chang's heart was as unstoppable as wildfire. Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Eastern Marquis Jiang Huan Chu and Southern Marquis E Shun, two famous Marquises known across the land for their loyalty and righteousness. Also dissatisfied with the debauched King of Shang, upon hearing the Western Marquis' call, they promptly led their personal troops, frantically rushing to the Shang Territory to gather.

Sishui Pass, here lies an important chokepoint for the Xi Qi grand army's march into the Central Plains.

Han Rong, is the General of this Sishui Pass.

Covered in martial garb, blood-stained from the journey of conquest.

However, under the united charge of the Xi Qi grand army, his troops appeared to be overstretched.

The sky grew dim, the sounds of killing shook the heavens, and the birds above Sishui Pass had long since been scared away, their whereabouts unknown.

Jiang Ziya planned first before taking action, laying out the Heaven and Earth Net, ambushed ahead on the grain transport routes of the Shang army, striking unexpectedly. Han Rong had not witnessed such an overwhelming enemy force for a long time, despite his desperate resistance, he was ultimately overpowered.

The Shang army fell into disarray, crying out to the heavens and earth, fleeing a thousand miles.

And in the direction of Chaoge, the foolish king and demon queen seemed oblivious to another era, with dances and songs of peace within the palace, blind among the wine and colors to the war smoke of troubled times. The Lady Daji in her jade-green dress, with a dance as graceful as a gentle breeze through willows, unaware that her doom was nigh.

As news of each victory came in, the Western Marquis Ji Chang, master of Xi Qi, had little joy in his eyes.

Battling fiercely on the sandy fields, charging into the battlefield.

He launched this campaign against Shang to avenge his eldest son, Bo Yikao, brutally murdered by the King of Shang!

But he also knew that Bo Yikao, with his wholehearted loyalty and righteousness, would absolutely not wish to see him wage this war against Shang.

He stood on his warhorse, looking into the distance, gazing at the distant fires of war.

Once upon a time, the frail Western Marquis was no more, replaced by—a lion resolute in bringing down the Great Shang.

When facing a narrow path, it's the brave who triumphs!

From the day they took up arms, there has been no turning back.

Between Xi Qi and Great Shang, only one side could have the last laugh.

Ji Chang resolutely issued an order, vowing to take the heads of the licentious King Zhou and the calamitous demon queen. His resounding voice echoed in every corner of the battlefield, igniting the eyes of soldiers about to engage in battle, boosting their morale for a time.

Meanwhile, the Eastern Marquis Jiang Huan Chu and Southern Marquis E Shun, both actively responding to the call of the Western Marquis, led their elite troops to launch attacks against the Great Shang from the east and south.

Their flags snapped in the wind, the soldiers' valiant forms and gritted teeth signaled a powerful message—lords from all over the land had finally come together, vowing to overturn the tyranny of the Great Shang.

Southern Marquis E Shun, a veteran warrior of countless battles, with a robust countenance and piercing eyes, clad in bronze armor holding an iron spear, stood as though a galloping iron cavalry had come to life. Eastern Marquis Jiang Huan Chu, on the other hand, had an extraordinary presence, elegant as an orchid, and his swordsmanship was exceptionally superb, each stroke of his sword as if composing an exquisite piece of running script.

In the days that followed, three armies converged to attack Great Shang.

After Xi Qi's grand army cut off the Shang supply lines, Sishui was encircled, becoming a besieged city.

After witnessing the abilities of Jiang Ziya, Western Marquis Ji Chang entrusted the campaign against Shang entirely to Ziya. The latter, in his tent, detailed full-proof plans, spread out maps, dust flying, every idea, every front, every tactical deployment underwent meticulous scrutiny, convincing all Xi Qi generals thoroughly.

As if in their minds, the Shang army's defeat was already a foregone conclusion.

The distant sound of war drums, the battlefield flags fluttering, the decisive battle before Sishui Pass finally arrived.

The grand army of Xi Qi advanced mightily toward the pass.

Facing the formidable Xi Qi forces, General Han Rong and his soldiers, although elite, showed slight signs of weakness in the face of the Xi Qi momentum.

Han Rong, clad in heavy armor, gripping the Fangtian Halberd tightly in his hands, revealing a piercing chill in his eyes, but harboring an anxiety that no one could know.

Sishui Pass's supplies had been cut off, it had become an isolated fortress.

Without reinforcements, Sishui Pass would hardly withstand the Xi Qi grand army.

The smoky battlefield was scattered, the war drums sounded ever more thunderous.

Between flashes of swords and shadows of blades, before the city gate was a battleground of life and death struggle.

Outside Sishui Pass, dust rose, gunpowder lingered.