Chapter 1878: Marching Into Gudao City

Entering the ancient city

The White Tiger Sect and the anxious Suzaku Sect soldiers fought for five days and five nights.

In the end, the White Tiger Sect suffered more than one million casualties.

The entire Suzaku Sect army was destroyed.

There is no shortage of secret help from dragons.

Everyone in the White Tiger Sect didn't notice at all.

They all thought that everyone in the Suzaku Sect was already a loser, and they simply did not have the confidence or courage to fight with them.

After they achieved what they thought was an unprecedented victory, their confidence was soaring.

Zhang Xing was generous with his words and praised them greatly.

All the soldiers felt that they had become qualified iron-blooded soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Although their sectarian views still exist in their hearts, they have become much weaker.

Because Zhang Xing emphasized more than once that we are a whole.

If you follow me, you are Zhang Jiajun.

If you are still divided into factions such as Li Jiajun and Wang Jiajun, you are not far from death.

They also understand that by working together, they can reduce the chance of death.

In the past, there were leaders who took the lead in preventing them from uniting.

Now no one dares to disobey Zhang Xing's orders.

And those discordant voices in the legion disappeared unconsciously.

No one knows how they disappeared.

Even if some commanders investigated secretly, they still had no clue.

Of course, it would be hell if they could find out if dragons like Hei Bao and the others in the divine realm took action.

After crossing the border, ahead is the ancient road city that Zhang Xing once visited.

News of the border blunder quickly reached here.

The people in the ancient city suddenly became panicked.

Many large family chambers of commerce began to withdraw as a whole.

The Suzaku Army's urgent request for reinforcements was sent to the rear one after another.

In the past three years or so, the total military strength on the border has reached 1,500

More than a million.

They thought that so many troops were completely sufficient.

At least they must not fight for ten or eight years.

Therefore, the strength of Gudao City is only a mere two million.

No one expected that they would be defeated after only about twenty days of fighting with the White Tiger Army.

Or the unbelievable news of the annihilation of the entire army.

Of course, the twenty-day battle was still news spread by Sikong Jian, the Lord of the Ancient Dao City, Zangyue Dao, just to save his face.

If the people from the major families of the sect found out that it would only take six days instead of twenty days.

Then they will definitely take the lead in evacuating their property and flee with their young and old family members.

Once they leave, can anyone else stay?

It's not that Sikong Jian expected them to defend the city.

Instead, these families have guard groups.

These people are all Saint level masters.

Without them, the strength of the city defenders would be reduced by one-third.

In that case, don't wait any longer, just pack up and run away.

Time is tight. From the border to the ancient city, the White Tiger Army's front troops can arrive in just one month.

If the troops are not sent in time to support this month.

Then, Sikong Jian decided to give up defending the city.

It would be a joke to let him defend the city with this little strength.

All the fifteen million troops of deputy commander Yan Tianci were dead.

We still don't know whether he is alive or dead. What do you want Sikong Jian to do to compete with Zhang Xing's army?

Time passed in torment day by day.

There has been no news from above, and no soldiers have come to support.

Sikong Jian was extremely anxious.

He knew that the efficiency of the Suzaku Army had always been high.

Never procrastinate.

As early as ten days ago, I should have received the urgent order from my superiors.

But now twenty days have passed and there is still no news.

Is this going to give up the rhythm of the ancient city?

Sikong Jian began to make arrangements for the retreat.