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

As night fell, the gates of Blackwind City creaked open with a long, melodious sound.

There were no bugles, no war drums.

A pure black hue, like ink released from hell, silently flowed out from inside the city gate.

That was an army.

An army of ten thousand men.

They made no extra sound, only the dull thud of their boots on the mud.

These sounds converged to form a powerful, oppressive resonance, as if the earth's heartbeat had been forcibly tuned to a specific rhythm.

The metal plates rubbed against each other as they moved, producing a soft, continuous sound that didn't sound like noise, but rather like a symphonic prelude to death.

Qin Ruxue rode a jet-black warhorse at the very front of the army formation.

The black and red Blazing Sky Armor she wore shimmered with a dark golden luster under the night and the torchlight.

Among the entire army of thousands, she was the only one in color.

She didn't turn around, but she could clearly sense the torrent of steel behind her.

They are the embodiment of her will.

The army marched at a steady pace, gradually approaching the enemy camp dozens of miles away, like a slow but unstoppable rising tide.

Just then.

A small bronze mirror, about the size of a palm, that Qin Ruxue was wearing at her waist suddenly trembled slightly, and ripples spread across its surface.

"how?"

Lin Mo's voice came clearly from the mirror and rang directly in her mind.

This "Mirror of Unity" was obtained by Lin Mo when he opened a gift pack.

The two mirrors, one for the molecule and one for the mother, allow the mirror holders to communicate with each other and even see each other's images.

Qin Ruxue looked straight ahead and responded calmly:

"Just as you predicted, they neither retreated nor chose to attack. Instead, they formed a defensive formation on the spot."

There was a moment of silence in the mirror, as if someone was analyzing and thinking.

"Alright, let's proceed according to the original plan."

"Don't rush into war. Slowly apply pressure to them. We need some more time."

"it is good."

Qin Ruxue responded.

"Okay, good girl."

Lin Mo's voice suddenly became flippant.

"After this battle is over, I'll treat you well when I get home."

Qin Ruxue tightened her grip on the reins, a rush of heat shooting to her head. She could feel her cheeks rapidly warming up under the cold helmet.

This guy, what kind of time is this to say things like that!

"roll!"

Qin Ruxue muttered a curse under her breath at the bronze mirror.

Before Lin Mo could speak again, she quickly reached out and wiped the mirror, cutting off the communication.

After doing all this, Qin Ruxue immediately raised her arm and made a tactical gesture.

"Pass on the order!"

Her voice regained its former coolness and decisiveness, characteristic of a female general.

"The entire army shall advance slowly! Beat the drums!"

"Here you go!"

The messenger behind him immediately waved the command flag.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

The deep, rhythmic sound of drums rose from behind the army formation, replacing the previous footsteps and becoming the only melody on the battlefield.

Upon receiving the order, the Xuanjia Army soldiers took another step forward in perfect unison.

"kill!"

Ten thousand soldiers simultaneously let out a short, unified shout.

The sound didn't seem like ten thousand people shouting, but rather like a destructive syllable squeezed out of the throat of a giant a thousand feet tall.

The overwhelming murderous aura instantly shattered the tranquility of the night sky.

……

the other side.

Wu Zhong and Elder Zhao stood side by side on a temporarily reinforced war chariot, gazing at the "sea of ​​fire" that was constantly approaching in the distance.

"Hehe, Elder, look."

Wu Zhong pointed ahead triumphantly, his face practically overflowing with disdain.

"The torch flickered like it was drunk, uneven and inconsistent."

"That kid Lin Mo must have dragged all the women and old men out of the city. He's a real joke."

Elder Zhao remained silent, simply watching quietly.

His zombie face was expressionless, but his eyes still held a sense of superiority that seemed to know everything.

In his view, this was nothing more than a last-ditch struggle at the end of the road.

Using a motley crew to bluff is a tactic that even a three-year-old could see through.

Lin Mo's methods have gone from being amazing at the beginning to being laughable now.

"Look, they're even beating drums!"

"I bet that drummer is from a city opera troupe, maybe even a female lead! Hahaha!"

Wu Zhong burst into laughter, as if he had discovered something new.

But as the other party drew closer, Wu Zhong's laughter gradually subsided.

A subtle change began to appear on his face.

Not right.

Something's not right.

Why... is it so neat?

Although the sea of ​​fire appeared to be swaying, its overall outline seemed to be guided by an invisible ruler, always maintaining a fan shape.

Moreover, it's too quiet.

Apart from the monotonous drumbeats, he could hear no other noise.

There was no commotion, no crying, no chaotic footsteps.

How could a march of 10,000 people be so quiet?

Just then.

"Thump—"

The drumming in the distance stopped.

At the same moment, that black wave came to an abrupt halt.

They stopped about three miles from the Wuzhong camp.

This distance is just outside the range of heavy crossbows and catapults, making it an excellent position that allows for both offense and defense.

"What are they doing?"

Wu Zhong frowned, and that ominous premonition resurfaced in his heart.

Elder Zhao also narrowed his eyes.

The next second, a scene they would never forget appeared.

The "army of civilians" that had stopped moved into action the instant the drumbeats ceased.

Countless dark figures spread out rapidly with a chilling efficiency and precision.

They quickly formed square formations in groups of one hundred, the whole process flowing smoothly without any stagnation or chaos.

Under the moonlight, the "flag" that they had originally regarded as a rag fluttered in the wind, revealing a ferocious black dragon head embroidered with gold thread.

Under the moonlight, those so-called "farm tools" and "bamboo poles" reflected a chilling, steel-like light!

That wasn't a hoe, it was a gleaming, cold-blooded sword!

That wasn't a carrying pole, it was a standard-issue rifle over ten feet long!

They weren't old, weak, sick, or disabled at all!

The moonlight draped them in a layer of silver frost.

Those rows of jet-black, sharply defined standard armor, those ferocious face shields that concealed all expressions, those silent, towering military formations like steel jungles…

This isn't some ordinary people being frightened!

This is a ferocious army that is even more elite than the most elite guards at Iron Wall Pass!

The color drained from Wu Zhong's face in an instant.

He opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound from his throat, like a fish thrown ashore.

"No...it's impossible..."

He felt his worldview being repeatedly rubbed into the ground once again.

Just a moment ago, he was mocking the other person as a little kid playing in the mud with his bare bottom.

At that moment, the other side drove an entire armored division and stopped right in front of his house.

Wu Zhong felt a buzzing in his head, his vision went black, and he almost lost his balance.

Elder Zhao...you son of a bitch!

You call this bluffing?!

They call this old, weak, sick, and disabled?!