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

The Mountain-Shaking Army.

Lin Mo silently repeated these three words in his mind.

He remembered the name.

It wasn't from his memories, but from the memories of his predecessor.

This unit is a legend in the North.

Twelve years ago, taking advantage of the internal strife in the Great Xia Dynasty, the northern barbarians gathered 300,000 cavalry and marched south, their forces pointing directly at the capital.

At that time, the northern border was guarded by Chu Wenshan and his 50,000-strong Hanshan Army.

That battle is historically known as "Bloodstained Ice River".

Without reinforcements or supplies, the Hanshan Army held out on the icy river defense line for three months.

Of the 50,000 soldiers, fewer than 3,000 survived the final battle.

They built a Great Wall with their blood and flesh, buying the capital a precious respite, and finally, reinforcements arrived, turning defeat into victory.

He became a legend in one battle.

The name of the Mountain-Shaking Army is renowned throughout the world.

But now, this legendary army has been sent to its death as cannon fodder by a fat-headed Prince of Zhenbei.

Looking at the faint red dots on the map, Lin Mo seemed to see faces weathered by time.

A hero grows old, a fierce tiger lies in its cage.

He sighed.

This Prince of Zhenbei named Yuwen Biao doesn't seem to be a good person.

Just then, a breeze carrying a cool, pleasant fragrance came from behind Lin Mo.

"What happened?"

It is Angelica dahurica.

She had somehow climbed onto the wall as well.

The emergency assembly in the early morning made her wary.

However, Qin Ruxue's aura of "keep away" made her not dare to go forward.

Seeing Lin Mo now, she felt like she had found her pillar of support and immediately followed him.

To cover her face, she covered up the hideous scar again.

But what he was wearing was the close-fitting official robe of the chief officer of the Zhenwu Division.

The black outfit accentuated her perfect waistline, and below the tightly cinched belt was an incredibly shapely curve.

The unicorn clasp on his chest looked as if it might burst open at any moment under the weight.

A pair of legs encased in black trousers, long and straight, exuding a restrained yet dangerous beauty.

Lin Mo felt that Bai Zhi looked even worse in this outfit than when she wasn't wearing it.

"It's nothing serious."

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and briefly explained the situation on the other side.

"The Mountain Shaking Army is the most capable force in the Northern Territory. They sent some veterans to scout ahead."

He looked at Bai Zhi with a knowing look on his face.

"You've come at the right time. I have a job here that's perfect for you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi's body stiffened instinctively.

She unconsciously twisted her fingers, her eyes darting around, her voice as low as a mosquito's hum.

"I...I'm afraid I won't do it well...and I'll cause you trouble..."

It's just "causing trouble" again.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly as he looked at her lack of confidence.

He knew that it was indeed asking too much of someone who was used to hiding and self-doubt to immediately take on a leadership role.

He stepped forward and, to Bai Zhi's astonishment, naturally took her cold little hand in his.

That hand was slender and soft, but it was somewhat stiff due to nervousness.

Lin Mo completely enveloped it with his warm palm and said in a deep voice:

"Don't be nervous, this is a good opportunity to familiarize yourself with the process."

"It's simple. You just need to use your brain, and your subordinates will take care of the rest."

The warmth emanating from her palm was like a gentle current, dispelling the slight chill in Bai Zhi's heart.

She looked up and saw Lin Mo's eyes, which were full of encouragement and trust.

"I need you to send two groups of people."

Lin Mo then explained the mission in detail.

"One group was dispatched to the Prince of Zhenbei's residence to keep a close eye on Yuwen Biao's every move."

"Send another group to the Hanshan Army's camp at Wolongpo to check on their current situation."

"These two sides are clearly not on the same page. I need to know what they're really up to."

A clear mission, a well-defined goal, and... the unwavering strength emanating from his palm.

The confusion and fear in Bai Zhi's heart were replaced by a strange emotion.

That's the reassuring feeling of being trusted and needed.

She squeezed Lin Mo's hand tightly, then nodded heavily, her eyes showing a light of "decisiveness" for the first time.

"I see."

Lin Mo released his grip and smiled with satisfaction.

Bai Zhi turned around, no longer hesitating, and quickly walked towards the wall.

The departing figure stood out vividly against the backdrop of the setting sun.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a deep orange-red.

Outside Zhenbei City, at Wolongpo.

This is the garrison of the Mountain-Shaking Army.

Unlike the bustling city of Zhenbei, this place is filled with endless camps and weapons polished to a cold gleam by the wind and sand.

The air was filled with the smell of iron and blood.

Inside the central command tent.

Chu Tiankuo was carefully feeding his sick father, who was lying on his sickbed, a bowl of freshly brewed medicine.

Chu Wenshan had fallen into a coma, his gaunt cheeks deeply sunken, and only his faint breathing proved that he was still alive.

Outside the tent were Chu Tiankuo's most trusted personal guards, who guarded the entire tent like an iron barrel.

He was very confused.

My sister and Uncle Meng have been gone for almost a day now, I wonder how things are going.

Who exactly is this Lin Mo?

And Yuwen Biao... what exactly is he planning by sending out the Hanshan Army?

Chu Tiankuo's heart was filled with unease.

Just then, "Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Without warning, the drums of the main camp were struck, their sound urgent and heavy.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to tremble slightly.

It grew stronger and stronger as it approached from afar.

It was as if a vast army was surging in from all directions.

"Young General!"

A guard rushed into the tent, his face ashen.

"Oh no! We...we're surrounded!"

Chu Tiankuo's hand trembled, and the scalding medicine spilled onto the back of his hand, but he didn't notice.

He suddenly rushed out of the tent.

The sight before him made his blood almost freeze instantly.

Outside Wolongpo, thousands of torches had suddenly lit up the once empty plains and mountains.

The flames, like dragons, stretched endlessly, completely surrounding the Wolongpo camp.

Countless flags of the Zhenbei Army fluttered in the night wind.

The dark army surged in like a tide, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The army of over 100,000 turned this valley into an impenetrable fortress.

The soldiers of the Mountain-Shaking Army in the camp also discovered the enemy situation, rushed out of their tents, picked up their weapons, and formed a defensive formation.

But they number less than 30,000.

Faced with an enemy several times their size, everyone's faces were filled with astonishment and anger.

Has it really come to the point where we have to fight each other to the death?

"Yuwen Biao!"

Chu Tiankuo clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking slightly from the force.

He finally understood.

What suppression of rebellion, what bandit eradication—it's all just an excuse!

From the moment Uncle Meng and Yao'er led their troops away, Yuwen Biao's sword was already aimed at Wolongpo!

Just then, a messenger rode out from the Zhenbei Army's ranks and arrived at the front of the formation.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and roared with all his might.

The sound, like thunder, exploded across the entire Wolongpo area.

"By order of the Prince!"

"Chu Wenshan, commander-in-chief of the Shaking Mountain Army, colluded with rebels and plotted a rebellion; the evidence against him is irrefutable!"

"His son, Chu Tiankuo, and his daughter, Chu Mengyao, conspired in rebellion; their crimes are unforgivable!"

The messenger's voice rose higher and higher, filled with schadenfreude.

"His Highness has ordered that, considering the past achievements of the Mountain-Shaking Army, they cannot bear to exterminate them!"

"All soldiers, lay down your weapons immediately and surrender! The Prince will guarantee your lives!"

"If there are any resistance..."

A cruel smile appeared on the messenger's face.

"They shall all be punished for treason!"

"Kill—no—pardon—!"