Chapter 945: The Shocked Gu Wu

Gu Wu had the honor of witnessing the demeanor of Nangong Tianxia, ​​the number one war god of Daqian. It was a suffocating pressure, an existence that could intimidate thousands of troops with just his momentum, as if all living beings in the world would tremble in front of him.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from Kong Xuan made him vaguely recall the feeling he had when he faced Nangong Tianxia that year. This shock made Gu Wu's face instantly become extremely solemn, with an unbelievable light flashing in his eyes.

As for Xuanwu, who also followed Su Ye silently, trying his best to reduce his presence and acting as an invisible man, although he was also a strong man, as Su Ye's personal bodyguard, he deliberately restrained his aura.

Therefore, under the deliberate concealment of Xuanwu, the top war god of Jiwu 109, Gu Wu could not feel Xuanwu's specific strength at all. He could only vaguely sense that Xuanwu might be a little stronger than himself.

After all, if Xuanwu didn't want to show his strength, if we only looked at his body shape, it would be obvious that the burly Xu Chu next to him was more oppressive than Xuanwu.

However, Xu Chu and Gu Wu had already investigated and found that Xu Chu's strength at the level of a god-level general was enough for him to be a guard general, but Gu Wu did not take it seriously.

At the same time, after exchanging greetings, Su Ye and Gu Changqing smiled at each other, and then Gu Changqing politely took his leave, on the grounds that the army needed to be reorganized, and led his personal guards back to the army.

Gu Wu followed closely behind, his mind was like surging waves, difficult to calm down.

As soon as he returned to the front of his army, Gu Wu couldn't wait to grab Gu Changqing's sleeve with a nervous look on his face.

"Father, have you noticed the man dressed as a scholar next to the Duke of Zhenguo?"

Gu Wu's voice trembled slightly, obviously Kong Xuan had left too deep an impression on him.

Gu Changqing frowned slightly when he heard this, recalling the scene just now. The man dressed as a Confucian scholar was indeed eye-catching, but at that time his attention was more focused on Su Ye and Zhuque, and he did not pay much attention to Kong Xuan.

"Oh? Are you talking about that gentle-looking young man? I noticed him. What's so special about him?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Changqing frowned slightly and looked back at Kong Xuan who was gradually going away, but he already had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Father, that man gave me an extremely terrifying feeling. His aura was as deep as the sea. I have only felt a similar aura from General Nangong Tianxia."

"That kind of oppressive feeling is definitely not something that an ordinary warrior can possess. I dare say that this person's strength is definitely not inferior to General Nangong!"

Gu Wu took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner turmoil, and spoke slowly.

After hearing this, Gu Changqing's expression gradually became solemn. He knew that Gu Wu would not speak without a purpose. The person who could make him have such an evaluation must not be an ordinary war god-level strongman.

"It seems that this Duke of Zhenguo has really become a powerful figure. He now has many counselors and brave generals under his command. He is no longer comparable to ordinary princes."

Gu Changqing sighed softly, with a hint of amazement in his heart, but at the same time a hint of worry also arose.

Gu Wu standing by nodded in agreement, secretly sighing in his heart.

He still remembered that a few years ago, Su Ye was just a local lord in Cangzhou. In order to gain a firm foothold, he even needed to marry into the imperial court to gain the reputation of being righteous.

But now, this Duke Zhenguo is able to easily mobilize an army of 100,000 even when wars are going on in many places. He has gathered the best talents in the world under his command. His strength is so strong that the Daqian Dynasty cannot easily control it.

"Then father, what should we do?" "Although this Duke of Zhenguo came here to support Qiandu, he has gathered so many masters around him, and his true intentions are really hard to figure out."

There was a hint of anxiety in Gu Wu's tone. Now that Daqian had fallen into this situation, one wrong step could lead to eternal damnation.

"Wu'er, don't worry too much. Although the Duke of Zhenguo is ambitious, he must have some extraordinary qualities to be able to rise in this chaotic world."

"In my opinion, this man is a man of great talent and vision. He has the ambition to swallow up the world and the capacity to accommodate hundreds of rivers. If the force under his command is used properly, it will indeed be a powerful weapon to resist the Yellow Turban Army; but if it is used improperly, it may become a major threat to the Daqian Dynasty."

"But at least, in the current situation, our common enemy is the Yellow Turban Army, the rebels who intend to overthrow the Daqian Dynasty. The power of the Duke of Zhenguo is a valuable reinforcement for us."

Gu Changqing pondered for a moment, his eyes deep, and slowly looked into the distance.

"As for those under his command, including Kong Xuan, we just need to remain vigilant. The Daqian Dynasty is in turmoil now. What we need are more allies, not unnecessary suspicion."

Gu Changqing sighed slowly and said helplessly.

Gu Wu nodded without saying anything more, and the anxiety in his heart barely dissipated a little.

At the same time, just as the armies under the command of Gu Changqing and Su Ye joined forces, like two turbulent torrents converging into the sea, they rushed towards Qiandu in a mighty manner.

The ancient imperial city of Qiandu is finally facing an unprecedented crisis.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the originally peaceful fields and villages outside Qiandu City were now replaced by a suffocating and depressing atmosphere.

In the distance, waves of deafening marching noises rolled in like thunder, shaking the earth slightly.

Hundreds of thousands of aggressive Yellow Turban troops, like a yellow tide, swept across every inch of land and headed straight for Qiandu.

Countless ochre-colored flags stood like a forest, fluttering in the strong wind. A yellow-brown torrent spread across the wilderness, like an endless ocean, with surging waves and unstoppable momentum.

Hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops were arrayed in neat and orderly formation. Although they were dressed in coarse cloth and looked tired, their eyes still flashed with fanatical fighting spirit.

The leader, Meng Zhang, rode on a tall horse, squinted his eyes, and stared coldly at the Qiandu city in front of him with its towering walls.

This city is the last obstacle on the road to the rise of the Yellow Turban Army. As long as they capture Qiandu, the demise of the Daqian Dynasty will be just around the corner!
Meng Zhang took a deep breath, feeling the faint heaviness coming from Qiandu City. This was the heritage of the Daqian Dynasty for hundreds of years, and it was a solid fortress built by countless heroes with their blood and lives.

But at this moment, in his eyes, it was just a sand castle that was about to be submerged by the torrent of history.

"Pass the order down, set up camp for the time being!"

Meng Zhang waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice. Following his order, hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops quickly set up camp in a wilderness outside Qiandu City. Tents stood like trees and smoke rose from cooking fires.

The camps of the Yellow Turban Army were connected in an endless stream, like a small city, tightly surrounding Qiandu. Under the command of Meng Zhang, the formation of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army was tight and flawless, with their auras connected and their fighting spirits shared.

(End of this chapter)