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

"What!?"

Inside the luxurious carriage, Yuwen Biao's obese body suddenly sat upright.

The movement instantly aggravated the broken bones in his chest, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black. Cold sweat poured out, but he couldn't care less about that now.

"What did you say?!"

He grabbed the guard by the collar in front of the carriage curtain, his bloodshot eyes glaring at him.

"My soldiers have become deserters?!"

He left 20,000 elite troops in the city! How could there possibly be deserters?!

A chill that penetrated to the bone instantly shot from his tailbone to the top of his head.

Where are they?!

"Just outside... say... say..."

"What did you say?!"

Yuwen Biao grabbed the guard by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.

"Speak up! If you ramble on any longer, I'll skin you alive right now!"

The scout was so frightened that he wet himself, closed his eyes, and shouted out in one breath.

"They say Zhenbei City is gone! It was stolen by Chu Mengyao and the Shaking Mountain Army!"

"The city lord's mansion was burned to the ground, and the 20,000-strong city defense battalion left behind...was completely wiped out!"

boom--!

It felt as if a thousand thunderbolts were exploding in Yuwen Biao's mind at once, and his vision went completely black.

He released his grip, slumped back into his fur cloak, and remained motionless, as if his soul had been instantly ripped away.

The air in the carriage seemed to freeze, a deathly silence descended.

After a long while, Yuwen Biao finally found his voice, which sounded dry and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing on the ground.

"Say it again?"

"General..." The scout looked at his bloodless face and was so frightened that he almost fainted.

"I'll let you have it! Say it again!"

Yuwen Biao suddenly roared like a wild beast, grabbed the whip next to him, and lashed it hard against the wall of the carriage!

"Zhenbei City... is gone!"

The scout was in tears, speaking rapidly.

"Just one night! Chu Mengyao led the Mountain-Shaking Army... and a young man, along with a group of unfamiliar black-armored soldiers... They blasted open the underground sewers and emerged directly from the city!"

Young man? Black-armored soldier?

These two words were like a key, instantly unlocking the chaotic lock in Yuwen Biao's mind.

Recalling the black-armored soldiers on the Iron Wall Pass, and Lin Mo who never showed up, and now the fall of Zhenbei City...

No wonder!

No wonder that bitch at Iron Wall Pass never dared to fight head-on!

So they were just stalling for time?!

One night...

In just one night, the stronghold I'd built up over half my life was gone?

His treasury, his beautiful concubines, everything he had... all gone?

"impossible!"

Yuwen Biao's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the scout and lifted him up like a chick, bringing him right in front of him.

How many of them are there?

"Ten thousand."

"Ten thousand!?"

"How could ten thousand men possibly capture my Zhenbei City! There are still twenty thousand defenders inside! Are they all useless idiots?!"

"General, spare my life! It's true!"

"They say the enemy blew up the irrigation ditch and crawled in from underground. Our brothers... crumbled at the first touch!"

"What!?"

Yuwen Biao stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

He never expected it could be done this way!

"Fine, fine, fine, fine you, Chu Mengyao! Fine, fine you, Lin Mo!"

Yuwen Biao was so angry that he trembled all over and threw the scout to the ground.

But a moment later, the madness in his eyes was replaced by a hint of ruthlessness.

So what if we steal the city?

They are at their weakest point, with an unstable foothold and insufficient troops!

He still has nearly 100,000 troops at his disposal!

As long as we fight our way back now, before they can gain a foothold, Zhenbei City will still be ours!

"Pass on the order!" Yuwen Biao roared hoarsely at the outside of the car.

"All troops, speed up! All troops, speed up the advance! Before dawn, I want to see the walls of Zhenbei City with my own eyes!"

"General! You mustn't!"

Zhang Meng, the deputy general outside the carriage, was shocked and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Eagle's Beak Cliff is just ahead. We're marching at night, the terrain is treacherous, and there might be an ambush..."

"ambush?"

Yuwen Biao's anger was completely ignited.

"With their ragtag army, they'd be lucky to even defend the city, let alone dare to send troops out to ambush us?!"

"I have an army of 100,000! Even if each of them just spat on us, we could drown them!"

"All of you, charge! Anyone who slows down will be executed on the spot!"

Under Yuwen Biao's strict orders and the threat of the butcher's knife,

The already exhausted vanguard had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue.

Like a driven torrent, it rushes towards the narrow entrance of the valley ahead.

However, the moment the vanguard cavalry stepped into the Eagle's Beak Cliff area...

Without any warning.

boom--!!!

Rumble—!!!

A series of terrifying explosions, unlike anything Yuwen Biao had ever heard in his life, suddenly erupted!

A blinding white light illuminated the entire night sky.

Yuwen Biao felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly lurch upwards.

The huge carriage he was in was lifted off the ground by an invisible, terrifying force, and then overturned heavily on its side!

"Clang—!"

The obese body tumbled and bumped around in the carriage like a tattered sack, as if the broken bones in his chest had been struck again by a battering ram.

A sharp pain struck, and Yuwen Biao's vision went black as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Outside the car, it was already hell on earth.

The mournful neighing of warhorses, the dying screams of soldiers, the desperate cries of officers…

All the sounds blended together, becoming a chaotic noise.

Yuwen Biao struggled to look out through the broken car window.

Inside the valley, where his most elite vanguard cavalry had been stationed, a sea of ​​fire had suddenly appeared.

A plume of smoke and dust, mixed with countless severed limbs and twisted armor, was hurled high into the night sky.

Then it rained down like a shower of blood and flesh.

Heavenly...heavenly thunder?

Yuwen Biao lay sprawled in the twisted carriage, staring blankly at the burning flames, his mind a complete blank.

……

Chu Mengyao's room was quiet.

The water in the bathtub had long since cooled, and the battle on that soft, large bed had long since ended.

Even, steady breathing could be heard from Lin Mo's arms.

Chu Mengyao curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly like a cat that had exhausted all its strength.

The blanket was crumpled into a ball and piled up around their waists.

The sheets were still damp, with a few pink petals scattered on them, silently recording the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Lin Mo also fell asleep.

He felt a tingling, numbing sensation throughout his body, as if he had been completely drained, and couldn't help but complain inwardly.

This woman is like a deadly juicer.

The seasoned veteran has finally met his match today.

This "core offensive and defensive battle," which lasted until late at night, made Lin Mo deeply understand what it meant to "surrender."

However, just as Lin Mo was savoring the details of the battle, half-asleep, a loud and energetic shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Yao'er! Yao'er! Are you inside?"

"Are you feeling unwell? I haven't seen you all day."

Meng Hu!?

Lin Mo jolted awake, instantly losing all sleepiness.