Northern Dragon Vein: Summoning the Trapped Battalion from the Start

I transmigrated into the body of the dying heir to the Prince of Zhenbei. With my blood as the price, I summoned the heroic spirits of Huaxia to descend upon another world.

Bai Qi's God of War sword domain froze a million-strong army. Zhuge Liang's Eight Trigrams formation reversed the forces of yin and yang. Xiang Yu's Overlord Spear pierced the Nine Heavens and the cauldron that guarded the realm. The throne of the Great Ning Dynasty should be mine!

“Your Majesty, do you know that the one you beheaded was no traitor, but the military might of five thousand years of Huaxia?”

“Report! Smoke signals are rising from all thirty-seven cities on the northern frontier!” When the messenger collapsed to his knees before Emperor Chengtian, the golden dragon of imperial fortune on the Nine-Dragon Wall let out a mournful cry. The teacup in the emperor's hand shattered into dust. “Summon the State Preceptor from seclusion! Mobilize the Vermilion Bird Guards to suppress...”

“Your Majesty!” The Shadow Guard commander, covered in blood, crashed through the palace doors. “Urgent report from Tianlang Pass! The defending general, Huo Qubing, has turned the river of stars upside down. Three thousand cavalry have already broken through the Tong River!”

Emperor Chengtian staggered and grabbed the throne. Suddenly, he heard the clash of metal from high above. Looking through the glass dome, he saw three colossal phantoms standing beyond the nine heavens: a demonic god with a halberd, standing atop a thunder dragon; a silver-armored god of war, drawing his bow to chase the sun; and a black-robed strategist, sweeping his sleeve to arrange the stars.