Chapter 723 - 437: Dividing the North of Qingzhou, Lu Xuan the Prince of Southern Stability, Four Powers Stand Firm!

Chapter 723: Chapter 437: Dividing the North of Qingzhou, Lu Xuan the Prince of Southern Stability, Four Powers Stand Firm!

Recruitment and horse buying, only talent is chosen!

"Southern Army recruiting soldiers, double the pay, meat at every meal!"

Eye-catching notices plastered everywhere in the villages and towns.

The news spread like wildfire, with young men from various places, homeless refugees, and even the starving scattered soldiers under surrounding warlords, surging together like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea.

Outside the Southern Army camp, there was a winding queue every day, the crowd noisily vibrant and morale high.

At the same time, the Southern Army did not forget to purchase firearms, arming themselves to the teeth!

Through several secret channels, a large batch of brand-new German rifles, Maxim heavy machine guns, boxes of ammunition, and even several mountain cannons swiftly transported to the Southern Army camp.

The Southern Army switched to uniformly sharp new uniforms, holding excellent weapons, with the sound of drills shaking the heavens and the earth.

An unstoppable powerful army was already taking shape!

Seven days! Only seven days!

The Southern Army expanded at an unprecedented speed! The troop strength brazenly broke through the twenty thousand mark from the original five thousand, flags fluttering, the soldiers mighty and strong!

Its control scope thoroughly broken the old situation, completely controlling the rich Sanshui County, connecting it with the original Dingnan, Beiyu, and Cen counties.

The land of four counties, all in their pocket, mutually supporting, with foundations already deep-rooted!

At this moment, Lu Xuan, sitting with twenty thousand strong troops, backed by the overwhelming wealth of the ancient tomb, holding the unsurpassed talisman techniques of gods and ghosts.

He was no longer that small warlord residing in one corner, but a colossus standing tall in the northern part of Qingzhou, making all opponents look up, fear, and even tremble.

After Lu Xuan’s territory was bordered by "Mad Dog" Zhang Tianbiao and "Stone Buddha" Zhao Shoucheng, they were the first to bear the brunt.

They were almost suffocated by the sudden arrival of the Southern Army’s enormous force.

Blackstone County, Zhang Tianbiao’s command center.

"Bang!"

A piece of emergency intelligence was slammed onto the hardwood table by Zhang Tianbiao, shaking the tea cups wildly.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, his face livid, and he growled low at the officers under him: "Damn it! Twenty thousand people! All-new guns and cannons! Has that little brat Lu Xuan really dug up a mountain of gold? In just a few days?! Huh?"

The command center was dead silent, only Zhang Tianbiao’s heavy breathing echoed.

Originally, he was having dreams of annexing the Southern Army and the land of the three counties, seizing the treasure of the ancient tomb.

At this moment, Zhang Tianbiao was horrified to discover that the neighbor who seemed to be at his mercy in the past had transformed into a terrifying beast with exposed fangs in just a few days, causing him heart palpitations.

Panan County, Zhao Shoucheng’s headquarters.

Unlike Zhang Tianbiao’s fury, Zhao Shoucheng appeared unusually silent.

He stood before a giant military map, his gaze fixed on the four counties that had already joined into one piece, his eyebrows knitted into a deep "川" shape.

After a long time, Zhao Shoucheng slowly exhaled a turbid breath, his voice carrying a hint of dryness, issuing the most rational but also the most helpless order.

"Order all units to firmly guard their posts, without my command, absolutely do not rashly provoke, never step into the Southern Army’s territory even half a step."

He turned, sighing softly to the confidant beside him: "The evil spirit is sky-high, the momentum is formed, beyond human control... Lu Xuan and the Southern Army have gained momentum, certainly not something we can face alone."

The massive sense of crisis simultaneously tightened around the necks of "Mad Dog" Zhang Tianbiao and "Stone Buddha" Zhao Shoucheng.

These two warlords who constantly clashed and guarded against each other in peacetime had to temporarily set aside their differences under survival pressure.

Three days later, at a secret manor at the Blackstone County and Panan County border.

Both sides’ personal guards were dismissed to a hundred steps away, leaving only Zhang and Zhao in the hall.

"Brother Zhao, we can’t wait any longer!" Zhang Tianbiao, with a violent temperament, slapped the table, shaking the teacups with a clatter.

"Lu Xuan’s momentum is too fierce, damn it, he’s a monster! Once he finishes digesting the four counties, the next to be eaten is either you or me! We must join forces, strike first!"

Zhao Shoucheng remained silent for a while before raising his eyes, speaking in a deep voice: "Marshal Zhang is absolutely right. Not only does this kid possess a mountain of gold, but also an unknown set of extraordinary skills learned from somewhere, mysterious and unpredictable.

Hu Weibang, that old guy, lost inexplicably at Wangjiang Building, his elite self-slaughtered, we might not be his match alone."

"Alliance then!"

"Alright!" Zhang Tianbiao’s eyes shone fiercely, "You and I unite our forces, exceeding twenty-five thousand soldiers, the guns and cannons no less than Lu Xuan’s Southern Army!

Catch him off guard while he’s not yet stabilized, divide his territory and treasures!"

"Agreed." Zhao Shoucheng finally nodded slowly, "However, this matter requires careful planning, decide after strategizing,

Lu Xuan’s talisman techniques are formidable, ordinary weapons may be ineffective, we must find a way to counteract."

"Honestly, Marshal Zhang, I know a disciple from Tiger Dragon Mountain, skilled in Tao Skills, especially in breaking evil and controlling fiends... we could hire heavily to deal with Lu Xuan’s monstrous techniques!"

Within a day, at the Blackstone County and Panan County border, in this secret manor’s depths.

In a chamber with windows and doors tightly closed, full of talismanic papers, candlelight flickered, the atmosphere tense.

A middle-aged Taoist in a shabby robe, eyes gloomy—Xuan Xiaozi, the abandoned disciple of Tiger Dragon Mountain, was setting up an altar.

Zhang Tianbiao and Zhao Shoucheng watched nervously.

On the altar were three black wine urns pasted with blood-stained talismans, the urns shaking continuously, producing a grating sound as if something was about to break free.

"Rest assured, Marshals," Xuan Xiaozi spoke hoarsely, his face showing a hint of pride and cruelty.

"These three ghosts were forged with my effort, sinister in life, and after transforming into fierce ghosts, further nurtured by my secret methods, they are extremely fierce.