Legend of Sword King

The total number of troops in the Western Lion Empire was over three million, not to mention the private armies of the aristocratic families, which were mainly divided into three parts: the northwest army to defend against the invasion of the Uighurs; the eastern army to defend the east from the State of Zhao; the eastern army from the southeast from the State of Qin; and the imperial army that was guarding the capital.    

    

Amongst them, the imperial army was the smallest, only around 300,000 soldiers. The number was only a tenth of the national army. However, speaking of the Western Cold Forbidden Army, whether it was the Uighur Empire or the eastern countries of Zhao and Qin, they would all feel the cold teeth.    

    

Most of the elite soldiers selected from the entire country's army were veterans who had gone through battles and climbed out of piles of dead people. Whether it was strength or military discipline, they were the best of the best.    

    

In order to ensure the military strength of the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards would eliminate around 30% of the soldiers in the military every four years.    

    

Any movement of troops under the imperial command of the Imperial Palace, if the number of soldiers exceeded a hundred, would be subject to a decree from the military, in addition to the Tiger Tally bestowed by the Emperor himself. It could be said that the Imperial Guards were the sharpest spears and toughest shields of the entire Western Lion Empire.    

    

The functional residential guards of the Imperial Guards were usually not allowed to move about lightly. Whenever there was a big battle, the Imperial Guards would dispatch a portion of their elite troops to the battlefield and coordinate with the border troops to fight.    

    

Whenever the Imperial Guards went to war, not to mention the fact that the leader of the troop would be someone who had great military achievements and fame throughout the world, even the five thousand commanders were the most outstanding geniuses in the entire Western Paradise.    

    

Although the strength of the Western Lion was average, not ranked among the nineteen countries of the West Continent, and even more so compared to the overlord of the West Continent, the Qin Nation, the reason why the West Lion was established for more than six hundred years and was not destroyed by the neighboring countries was due to the numerous military exploits of the Imperial Guards.    

    

During the war, the first batch of elite troops dispatched by the imperial army amounted to thirty thousand troops. The leader of the army was the Duke of Xing, who was famous for being one of the four great generals of the Western Cold Empire — but as a general of the imperial army, Duke Xing was not at the front lines of Zhen Yuan City. Instead, he was leading the entire army in Spirit Martial County.    

    

As the commander of the Imperial Guard, Bai Xiuli had five thousand elite soldiers under his command. In this battle against Sun Moon City, Uncle Sun had assigned 10,000 soldiers from the Spirit Province to send out to Sun Moon City. With the strength of Bai Xiuli's tribe, it was only right for him to be at the crux of the battle today.    

    

At this moment, the three thousand elite soldiers of the Imperial Guard galloped out. How could anyone ignore them?    

    

It was also a good thing that Aruba was a veteran of the sand field and had seen the power of the Western Cold Expedition, which was not a good memory for him, so he was able to recognize him at a glance.     

    

Since he recognized the Western Cold Expedition, how could he remain indifferent?    

    

He immediately gave up on the idea of finding trouble with the An Tian Sect. He turned around and said to the deputy general, "Take half of our wolfwalker tribe to deal with the An Tian Sect and Song Qianshu. You must capture them for me." This general will personally intercept the Western Cold Expedition Army! "    

    

At this time, the three thousand elite soldiers of the Forbidden Army were rushing to the front of the city. The frontline was divided into three, and they were like a giant trident that rushed into the chaotic battlefield from different directions.    

    

Bai Xiu-li, who had a grave expression on his face, held his long spear in his hand, and the Ferghana Horse he rode on was extraordinary, his lance moved like a dragon, his cape fluttered like a ribbon, and the cavalrymen in front of him broke and flew away together with their horses, their blood flowing like a fog.    

    

In that instant, Bai Xiuli was like a god that had descended to the mortal world.