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

With Wu Zhong's hysterical shout, as if he had received a great pardon, his troops completely collapsed.

The dull and urgent sound of gongs replaced the war drums.

Those infantrymen whose retreat routes were not completely blocked abandoned their armor and weapons and ran away like madmen.

They were terrified that if they were even a step too slow, they would be swallowed up by the black torrent behind them.

It collapsed, like a mountain avalanche.

The cavalrymen trapped in the Xuanjia Army's "return" shaped pocket formation faced a hopeless end.

They tried to break out, but the entrance was blocked by a steel wall made of tower shields and spears.

They tried to break through the "walls" on both sides, but were met with yet another barrage of cold arrows.

In the confined space, the cavalry's proud charge became a joke.

They huddled together, becoming the perfect live target.

With a mournful cry of despair, the last rider collapsed, and a stream of blood flowed slowly through the passage.

"Retreat! Retreat! All of you, get the hell out of here!"

Wu Zhong was acting like a madman, roaring wildly.

He turned his horse around, abandoning even the chariot that symbolized the commander's authority, and charged ahead in a panic, galloping wildly back the way he had come.

Elder Zhao stood there, watching the scene of utter defeat, his zombie face revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

He glanced intently at the woman in the distance, clad in black and red armor, standing silently like a demon from hell, a fierce glint flashing in her empty eyes.

He ignored Wu Zhong, who was completely terrified, and with a flicker of his figure, disappeared into the night like a ghost, silently catching up with the fleeing main force.

……

They ran for more than twenty miles in one go, until the chilling drumbeats could no longer be heard behind them. Only then did Wu Zhong dare to rein in his horse and let the nearly exhausted warhorse catch its breath.

He looked back, but there was no sign of a large army anymore.

Small groups of defeated soldiers fled into the darkness.

Some were missing their weapons, and some were missing half of their armor.

Many more had tear stains and dirt on their faces, their eyes vacant, like walking corpses.

A lieutenant approached, his voice trembling with tears.

"General, our men... are in chaos, completely in chaos..."

At this moment, a scout responsible for taking stock of the losses came running over, stumbling and crawling, and knelt down on the ground.

"Report...Reporting to the General...Preliminary count...of our troops...our cavalry..."

The scout's voice trailed off at this point, as if he dared not speak of the cruel reality.

"What happened to the cavalry?"

"explain!"

Wu Zhong grabbed the scout by the collar.

"It's all...it's all gone..."

The scouts' voices were barely audible, like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

"The cavalry were completely wiped out, and the infantry... suffered losses... exceeding eight thousand... and most of the rest scattered..."

Wu Zhong swayed and released his grip.

It's over, it's over...

Ten thousand of their proud cavalrymen were gone just like that.

In less than a day, his once mighty army of 50,000 has now dwindled to barely 20,000.

When he set off, he was so full of vigor, as if the entire Blackwind City was already in his grasp.

But now, it's like a beaten dog in the water, slinking away in disgrace.

All of this is because of that little bastard named Lin Mo!

"Aaaaaahh ...

Wu Zhong suddenly raised his head and let out a beast-like roar.

"Lin Mo! I, Wu Zhong, will never let you get away with this!"

"I swear I will tear you to pieces!!"

Boundless rage completely overwhelmed the fear.

He had already planned it out in his mind.

Back to Iron Wall Pass!

He must immediately submit a memorial to the imperial court via express courier!

He wanted to expose Lin Mo's heinous crimes of privately manufacturing weapons, raising ten thousand assassins, and plotting a rebellion!

Although it would be somewhat embarrassing for me to tell others about this.

They fought with 50,000 against 10,000, and were utterly humiliated. It was like throwing their face on the ground for others to trample on.

But so what!?

As long as I can kill Lin Mo, what does losing face matter!

At that time.

The imperial court was furious and sent troops north.

It wasn't just his mere 50,000 troops that arrived.

Instead, it was hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of royal troops!

He wanted to see how Lin Mo's ten thousand elite troops could withstand the million-strong army of the Great Xia Dynasty!

No matter how good you are at fighting, can you turn the world upside down?!

The thought of Lin Mo being crushed into dust by the army, Black Wind City turned to ashes, and his women being forced into prostitution filled Wu Zhong with a sense of pleasure.

A sinister sneer involuntarily crept onto his face.

No matter how strong Lin Mo is, in front of the Great Xia Dynasty, he is nothing more than a slightly stronger ant!

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

"Hahahaha!"

Wu Zhong's laughter grew louder and more manic, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the night.

The remaining soldiers around him looked at him as if he were a madman, but dared not utter a sound.

However, just as Wu Zhong was laughing the most heartily...

"Report—!!"

Another scout rushed in from the darkness ahead, his voice filled with a terror more palpable than if his own father had died.

"General!! No...something terrible has happened!"

The scout didn't even have time to dismount; he tumbled off his horse, pointed behind him, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Ahead! A large force of cavalry has appeared! They've blocked our way back!"

"What?!"

Wu Zhong's laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

He abruptly shoved aside the guard beside him and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

"Where did these cavalry come from?"

"Which group of brothers came to our aid?!"

"No...it's not ours!"

The scout's voice was almost tearful.

"Their armor... is pure black! Just like... exactly like that infantry unit from before!"

Pure black...

Wu Zhong's mind went blank with a "buzz".

The nightmare of those ten thousand infantrymen hasn't even faded yet, and now a cavalry force has appeared!?

Lin Mo, that bastard, just how many cards is he hiding?

How many people are there?

Elder Zhao appeared beside Wu Zhong at some point, his voice still steady.

The scout swallowed hard and answered in a trembling voice.

"It's... a dark, oppressive mass, I can't see anything... but... but at least ten thousand cavalry!"

"Ten thousand cavalry!!!??"

Wu Zhong cried out in surprise, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints.

He could barely accept it if Blackwind City sent out 10,000 infantrymen.

But now another 10,000-strong cavalry force has appeared; that's a nightmare!!

There are wolves in front and tigers behind.

This is... a complete annihilation!

"impossible……"

Wu Zhong muttered to himself.

"Absolutely impossible!!"

He felt dizzy, his legs went weak, and he fell off his horse, collapsing onto the muddy ground, his eyes completely lifeless.