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

Zhang Cheng's eyes were bloodshot; his reason had long been consumed by rage.

He got angry when he saw that leisurely man on the clock tower!

That bastard not only held the beauty he had been lusting after in his arms, but also looked down at him with the eyes of someone watching a monkey show.

Can this be tolerated?

This is absolutely intolerable!

Zhang Cheng's only thought right now is to capture that guy and tear him to pieces!

"What are you all standing there for! Crash into that log! Smash that damn building and make it collapse!"

At a command, a squad of soldiers, carrying giant logs for siege, roared as they charged toward the clock tower.

Boom-!

With a dull thud, the thick battering ram slammed heavily onto the base of the clock tower.

The entire high-rise building shook violently.

"what!"

Chu Mengyao felt her feet slip and the dizzying sensation of the world spinning around her returned.

She screamed and clung to him even tighter, burying herself completely in Lin Mo's arms.

However, just as the soldiers took a half step back, preparing to launch a second attack...

boom!

Boom! Boom!

A series of heavy, orderly footsteps, seemingly capable of crushing a heart, came from the direction of the East Gate.

The sound had a metallic quality, instantly drowning out all the shouts, cries, and crashes on the battlefield.

"Um?"

Zhang Cheng's roar came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads in unison to look at the source of the sound.

East Gate.

The three thousand remnants of the Shaking Mountain Army, who should have been surrounded and annihilated by him, had somehow managed to retreat to the city gate.

Behind them, a black army, in a huge and imposing square formation, was slowly advancing.

Black armor, black banners.

The flames danced on them, only to be swallowed up by the unfathomable blackness.

The seven thousand armored soldiers remained completely silent.

Seven thousand black shields form an insurmountable steel wall.

Seven thousand spears, gleaming with a cold light, emerged from the gaps in the shields.

That cold, chilling aura, as if emanating from the deepest hell, enveloped the entire battlefield.

The once boisterous and deafening Zhenbei Army, faced with this shifting, black silence,

The shouts unconsciously weakened and eventually disappeared completely.

Zhang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

What kind of army is this?!

When did such an army emerge in the entire North?!

Until his gaze fell upon the black banner fluttering in the night wind.

On the flag, a large character in gold thread is embroidered, depicting a dragon and a phoenix in a flamboyant style.

Forest.

"Forest……"

"Could it be... that Lin Mo!?"

Zhang Cheng suddenly turned his head, his gaze passing through the chaotic crowd, and stared intently at the leisurely young man on the clock tower.

"So, the Chu family and that traitor Lin Mo really did collude together!?"

A chill suddenly shot up from Zhang Cheng's tailbone to the top of his head.

Compared to the troops in front of him, the Zhenbei Army under his command was nothing more than a bunch of hooligans fighting in the village!

"Defense...defense!"

Zhang Cheng's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"All troops, form ranks! Archers! Archers, get forward!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to drown out his fear with a loud voice.

But his 20,000 so-called "elite" troops had already been terrified by the imposing presence of the silent army before them.

They tried to assemble in a chaotic manner, their formation crooked and twisted, constantly bumping into their own people or stepping on other people's feet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The footsteps of the Xuanjia Army continued.

They did not charge, but instead took steady steps, gradually shrinking the living space of the Zhenbei Army.

With shields in front and spears behind, it resembled a slowly moving steel fortress.

"Kill them!"

Finally, pushed to their limit, the front-line soldiers of the Zhenbei Army, with red eyes and strange cries, charged towards the black shield wall.

However, what greeted them was an extremely muffled and deafening bang.

boom--!

The hundreds of Zhenbei Army soldiers at the forefront crashed solidly into that steel shield wall.

The shield wall remained completely still.

They themselves, however, were shaken by the enormous recoil, breaking bones and causing them to fall over.

Before they could even scream.

Swish!

From the gaps in the shields, seven thousand spears, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, thrust forward in perfect unison.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sound of flesh being pierced through was so frequent it sent chills down one's spine.

The first few rows of Zhenbei soldiers were instantly strung together like candied hawthorns, falling straight down without even a groan.

The spears were neatly and uniformly sheathed.

Hundreds of corpses fell down like dumplings.

The entire process was clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary step.

It was as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Meng Hu stood behind, dumbfounded, and could barely hold onto his steel knife.

He fought for half his life, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood countless times.

But damn it, I've never seen a war like this before!

This is hardly a war.

This is a fucking massacre! It's a crushing defeat!

"Good heavens...are these guys...ghost soldiers crawled out of the underworld?"

A veteran of the Mountain Shaking Army standing next to Meng Hu was also staring wide-eyed, muttering to himself.

"Boss, look at their coordination... Shieldbearers in front, spearmen behind, killing with every step..."

"Damn it, if our men rush in like this, they'll probably get riddled with holes too!"

The veterans of the Mountain-Shaking Army were all filled with shock.

They prided themselves on being elite troops, but compared to the army before them, they were worlds apart.

And they had actually traveled with this army all the way before?

Thinking of this, many veterans broke out in a cold sweat.

"Screw all that, just kill them!"

Meng Hu's loud shout interrupted everyone's shock.

He knew that now was not the time for discussion; ending the battle quickly was the top priority.

"We're not going to sit idly by either! Everyone split into two teams and flank those bastards, surround them, and get them all in!"

"yes!"

The three thousand veteran soldiers of the Mountain Shaking Army were also energized, and once again charged out from both sides of the shield wall like tigers released from their cages.

They bypassed the main battlefield and, like two sharp knives, plunged fiercely into the chaotic flanks of the Zhenbei Army.

The Xuanjia Army crushed the enemy head-on, while the Hanshan Army flanked them from both sides.

Perfect teamwork, flawless killing.

The Zhenbei Army, which had initially relied on its superior numbers, completely collapsed at this moment.

"Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender!"

A soldier from the Zhenbei Army dropped his weapon and knelt down to beg for mercy.

His response was a cold, sharp blade from a veteran of the Shaking Mountain Army.

"Go and surrender to the brothers you've killed!"

The entire eastern part of the city has become a one-sided slaughterhouse.

Atop the clock tower, Chu Mengyao looked down at everything below, her whole body turning ice-cold.

She is not Meng Hu; she sees things much deeper.

She took pride in the Mountain-Shaking Army, believing it to be the strongest army in the world.

The fearlessness and iron-blooded charge of the Mountain-Shaking Army are the nightmare of all enemies.

But now, looking at those Xuanjia soldiers...

Watching their precise coordination, a terrifying thought flashed through her mind for the first time.

What if the Mountain-Shaking Army were to face this Black Armor Army?

That proud charge, in the face of that steel shield wall, is it no different from suicide?

She rapidly conceived countless battle strategies and deduced various ways to counter them.

But no matter which one, the final result was a crushing defeat.

This is an opponent that cannot be defeated by strategy alone.

She looked down at the shifting black forest of death beneath the clock tower, then looked up at the man beside her.

Is this... his army?

Is this what gave him the confidence to venture into Zhenbei City alone?