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

"Break through!!!"

The warhorses neighed, and Chu Tiankuo raised his father's sword high above his head. The blade reflected the firelight and looked like a blood-stained lightning bolt.

He didn't say another word.

The 30,000 veterans behind him answered with their actions.

They silently raised their weapons.

On those weathered faces, there was no longer any sorrow, only a resolute determination.

"kill!"

Chu Tiankuo spurred his horse's flanks with a sudden burst of strength, and the warhorse shot forward like an arrow, the first to charge into the boundless sea of ​​fire.

"kill!!"

The roar of 30,000 people merged into one, shaking the entire Wolongpo.

They moved.

There was no probing, no roundabout approach.

This army, composed of loyal souls, crashed headlong into the Zhenbei Army's formation in a near-suicidal manner.

"Clang! Clang!!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded in the night sky like rolling thunder.

On the high platform behind, Yuwen Biao's obese body was sunk into a specially made grand master's chair.

He held a cup of warm wine in his hand, his face showing a contented expression, like a cat playing with a mouse.

With over 100,000 against 30,000, the advantage is in our hands, so why would we dare to take the initiative and charge?

He almost burst out laughing.

His original plan was to wait for Chu Wenshan's precious daughter to lead the main force of the Hanshan Army, more than 10,000 men, to Tiebi Pass to die, and then he would come to Wolongpo to clean up the mess.

Who knew that Chu Mengyao, that bitch, was so cunning, sending only three thousand old, weak, sick, and disabled people to scout ahead, completely disrupting his plans.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

This was the perfect excuse he had finally found for "colluding with rebels."

If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find another legitimate chance to remove the Mountain Shaking Army as a thorn in our side.

Speaking of which, he should thank that guy named Lin Mo for his so-called "rebellion"...

So, he still came.

With overwhelming force, they completely surrounded Wolongpo.

"A bunch of old fools who don't know what's good for them."

Yuwen Biao took a sip of wine, preparing to witness a crushing massacre.

However, the next second, the wine glass in his hand wobbled, and the wine spilled out, soaking his luxurious robe.

That arrowhead formed by the Mountain-Shaking Army, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely burned into his seemingly impenetrable formation.

Unstoppable momentum!

His proud Zhenbei Army formation was instantly torn open with a bloody gap by the charge of these 30,000 desperate soldiers.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Yuwen Biao smashed the wine glass on the ground, his fat face turning red with anger.

"Stay calm! All of you, stay fucking calm!"

He pointed ahead and roared furiously at the messenger.

"Archers! Fire! Shoot them all down!!"

However, it didn't work.

The soldiers of the Mountain Shaking Army seemed oblivious to the rain of arrows overhead.

They held shields in their left hands and wielded swords in their right, each movement precise as if measured with a ruler, without a single superfluous action.

Their formation changed constantly as they charged.

Like a giant steel dragon brought to life, every joint is efficiently and ruthlessly reaping lives.

As those in front fell, those behind immediately took their place, and the entire formation remained undisturbed.

Fearless and undaunted.

As Yuwen Biao watched the arrowhead penetrate deeper into his territory, a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

This... is the Mountain-Shaking Army?

This group of troops, whose pay had been withheld and who had been suppressed for decades, had almost lost all their fighting spirit.

After the initial shock came a deeper fear and murderous intent.

No, we absolutely cannot let them break through!

For him, as long as there is even one survivor in such an army, it is a nightmare that keeps him up at night!

"Shaking Mountains!"

A one-armed veteran raised his shield with his remaining left arm and rammed his chest into an oncoming spear.

The gun tip pierced his chest.

He grinned, biting the gun barrel tightly with his teeth, and plunged the dagger in his hand into the enemy's neck.

"Shaking Mountains!!!"

More roars converged.

The Mountain Shakers, legends of the North, the backbone of Great Xia.

They may have been tired, they may have been exhausted, but they never knelt down.

"The Mountain-Shaking Army, fight to the death!!"

Chu Tiankuo took the lead, blood splattered on his face, warm and sticky, but he didn't notice.

His eyes were fixed on the path ahead, that one and only, elusive way out.

"Surround them from both flanks! Quickly! Encircle them!"

Yuwen Biao jumped up from his chair, pointed at the gap in the battlefield, and his voice changed.

"Get the reserves up there! Even if we have to use human labor, we have to shut that hole!"

He now realized that he wasn't facing a flock of lambs to the slaughter, but a group of madmen who had crawled out of hell!

The two flanks of the Zhenbei Army, like two giant pincers, began to slowly close inward.

Chu Tiankuo certainly saw it.

But he had no choice; he had to be faster! Faster!

As long as they can break free before the jaws close, they still have a glimmer of hope.

"kill!!!"

Chu Tiankuo's roar carried a heavy stench of blood.

His personal guards have been replaced time and again; some have fallen, and others have rushed up from behind to protect him.

They were less than 500 paces from the outermost edge of the encirclement.

The darkness in the distance seemed to have thinned, and the dawn of victory appeared to be right before our eyes.

However, at the weakest point of the encirclement, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Rows of Zhenbei Army reserves, armed with heavy shields and long spears, appeared out of nowhere.

They formed a brand new, thicker, and more despairing steel barrier.

Yuwen Biao's traps were intricately linked.

He even thoughtfully left a seemingly escape route for the group of desperados.

Then, in the place where the hope was greatest, they laid the most deadly trap.

Nothing is more effective at destroying the spirit than this.

"Hahahaha! Chu Tiankuo, you're already a sitting duck! Dismount and surrender!"

Yuwen Biao looked at the arrow that had finally come to a stop and let out a wild laugh, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

At that moment, the momentum of the Mountain-Shaking Army's charge visibly stalled for the first time.

It wasn't that they were tired, but that the road ahead was completely blocked.

Behind them, to the left and right, the tide of the Zhenbei Army had completely engulfed them.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Arrows rained down, covering the sky and the earth.

The soldiers of the Mountain-Shaking Army fell in droves, like wheat swept by a whirlwind.

Chu Tiankuo's warhorse let out a mournful neigh, struck by several arrows, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He rolled over and landed steadily on the ground, but his left leg was also hit by a stray arrow, causing excruciating pain.

He leaned on his sword, kneeling amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He looked at the insurmountable steel wall in front of him, then looked back at the few remaining brothers who were still fighting bloody battles behind him.

He smiled.

That smile was uglier than a cry.

"Father...your son...did his best..."

He remembered his father's dying words.

"The Mountain-Shaking Army... has no cowards who live on their knees... only... heroic souls who die standing..."

A surge of energy, seemingly from nowhere, filled his limbs and bones once more.

Chu Tiankuo slowly straightened up and held his father's sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Mountain-Shaking Army!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout this small, enclosed purgatory.

"Form ranks!"

The remaining few hundred soldiers of the Mountain Shaking Army instinctively gathered together.

Centered on Chu Tiankuo, a small, dilapidated circular formation was formed.

They stood back to back, pointing their weapons at the enemies surging in from all directions.

Chu Tiankuo's gaze finally turned towards the direction of Eagle's Sorrow Cliff.

"Yao'er... your brother... can no longer protect you..."

He suddenly turned around, facing the endless tide of Zhenbei soldiers in front of him, and with his last bit of strength, he let out the final roar of the Shaking Mountain Army.

"All troops... Charge!!!"

Dragging his injured leg, he charged alone with only a sword towards the army of hundreds of thousands, launching a final, solitary charge.