Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Boom—!"

Countless boulders covered in mud rolled down the steep slopes on both sides.

With tremendous force, it crashed into the narrow mountain path.

"ah--!"

"My legs!"

The screams, the mournful neighing of warhorses, and the muffled thuds of bones breaking instantly drowned out the soldiers' shrieks and lewd laughter.

The Iron Wall Pass cavalry, who were swaggering and arrogant just a moment ago, were now in complete chaos, with men and horses falling over each other.

On the hillside, Lin Mo sat on the ground.

In front of him was a low table made of rosewood.

On the table sat the radiant Xiyue Qin (a type of zither).

A wisp of smoke rose from the bronze incense burner beside it, emitting a pleasant sandalwood fragrance.

Lin Mo's slender fingers plucked the strings at will, producing a stream of incoherent noises that precisely mentally polluted the enemy troops in the valley.

The background music is ready, and the group harassment aura has been activated, covering the entire valley.

As long as my fingers are still moving, none of you will be thinking straight.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Mo's lips.

"Ah! My head!!"

A cavalryman screamed and threw down his weapon, clutching his head with both hands.

But the demonic sound continued to echo wildly in his head, causing blood to seep from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

The warhorse beneath him was even more restless, pawing wildly and trying to throw its master off its back.

The entire valley was in complete chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge.

Lin Mo's gaze swept past the chaotic battlefield and turned to his side.

"Black Raven".

"Your subordinate is here."

Xuan Ya knelt on one knee, while the dozen or so black-clad guards behind him remained motionless, like a pack of cheetahs lurking in the shadows.

Lin Mo raised his chin at the women who were tied together with ropes and trembling with fear.

Xuan Ya understood and, without uttering a single unnecessary word, made a gesture to the person behind him.

"action."

A dozen or so black figures, like ghosts, slid down the steep hillside and silently infiltrated the chaotic battlefield.

Their goal was clear: not to kill the enemy, but to save lives.

A dark shadow flashed by, and the rope snapped.

Just as a cavalryman snapped out of his daze from the intoxicating noise, he discovered that the "trophy" tied to the back of his horse was gone.

He looked around blankly, only to see a black figure flash by, carrying a woman on his shoulder, disappearing into the mountains and forests in a few leaps.

The entire process was smooth and incredibly fast.

[Ding! Rescue mission complete. Congratulations, host, you have gained 500 Hegemony Points!]

[Ding! Slayed Iron Wall Pass light cavalry, Hegemony Points +50!]

[Ding! Slayed Iron Wall Pass light cavalry, Hegemony Points +50!]

……

The system notification sounds rang out in Lin Mo's mind one after another, pleasant and melodious.

In the valley, Wu Liang looked at his heavily wounded and chaotic troops, his fat face turning a deep purplish-red, and he let out a hysterical roar.

"Damn it! There's an ambush!"

"Retreat! All troops retreat!!"

Wu Liang suddenly turned his horse around, trying to lead the remaining soldiers to escape this deadly trap.

However, when they rushed to the entrance of the valley in a panic, everyone was dumbfounded.

The way we came from has been completely blocked by a cold, thick steel wall.

Those were rows of soldiers dressed in heavy black armor.

The square, heavy shields in their hands were joined together seamlessly, forming an insurmountable barrier.

Between the gaps in the shield wall, the tips of long spears, gleaming with a dark, cold light, extended in neat rows, sharp and deadly.

They stood there quietly, like a group of demons emerging from hell, silent and exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The sunlight shone on their jet-black armor, yet there wasn't a single reflection; it was as if even the light itself had been swallowed up by the deep blackness.

"General! The rear... the rear is blocked too!"

A soldier's tearful cry sent Wu Liang's heart sinking to the bottom.

He turned around abruptly and saw that on the other side of the valley, there was another identical group of heavily armored soldiers with black shields, completely blocking the path behind them.

To catch a turtle in a jar.

No, it should be called a hodgepodge!

Wu Liang's heart sank.

Although it's unknown where this abnormally well-equipped army came from.

But he knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

"Brothers! There's no turning back!"

Wu Liang finally became ruthless, and the fat on his face was trembling wildly.

He drew his sword, raised it high, and roared with all his might.

"Those who want to live, charge forward with me! Fight your way out!!"

The remaining two or three hundred cavalrymen knew that they were now in a hopeless situation.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed fear; everyone's eyes were bloodshot and their faces were contorted in rage.

"Charge!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

They roared like wild beasts, turned their horses around, and trampled over the corpses and wounded of their comrades, launching a final, desperate charge toward the shield wall ahead.

Madness was written all over everyone's face.

However, at that moment, the dark shield wall in the distance suddenly opened up to both sides with a "whoosh" sound, like the receding tide.

Behind the shield wall was a dense array of archers, their bows already drawn and arrows nocked.

At the very front of the formation, a fiery red figure sat atop a magnificent white horse.

Qin Ruxue was still dressed in fiery red, which contrasted sharply with the grim black military formation behind her.

She sat quietly on the horse, without a helmet, her long hair fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.

She raised her right hand, which was wearing a leather wristband, with her fingers spread.

"Buzz—"

Behind them, all the archers instantly drew their bows to their fullest extent, producing a unified hum.

Countless arrows, gleaming with a cold light, were aimed at the cavalrymen charging desperately ahead.

The air in the entire valley seemed to freeze at that moment.

All that remained was the ever-approaching thunder of hooves and the frantic roars of the cavalry.

Qin Ruxue's raised right hand remained motionless.

Those beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she calmly calculated the enemy's distance, calculating the invisible line of death.

Three hundred meters...

Two hundred meters...

150 meters...

The cavalry were extremely fast, and the distance was covered in an instant.

120 meters!

It's now!

Just as those cavalrymen charged into the optimal killing range of the arrows...

Qin Ruxue suddenly clenched her raised right hand into a fist and swung it down hard!

"shoot!"

One word, clear, cold, carrying an undeniable killing intent.

In the next instant, a rain of arrows filled the sky, covering the entire area!