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

Zhang Meng was also dumbfounded. Five thousand cavalrymen were being used to surround fifty thousand fleeing infantrymen.

This would be a joke that would be nailed to the pillar of shame in any military treatise.

With such a small force, they can't even form a complete encirclement; there are huge gaps in the middle!

"Definitely!"

A sense of intellectual superiority reappeared on Yuwen Biao's face.

He felt he had seen through Lin Mo's intentions.

This little beast, seeing that he couldn't catch up with his main force and couldn't kill everyone, got anxious and came up with this outlandish and foolish plan!

"Dispersing troops is a cardinal sin in military strategy!"

"He stretched his battle lines so thin, there are flaws everywhere! He's a complete novice!"

Yuwen Biao spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, as if he had regained some of his confidence as the Prince of Zhenbei.

"Pass down the order! Ignore them! The entire army, charge from the front, get the hell out of here!"

"I'd like to see how his five thousand men can stop my fifty thousand troops!"

Once we break through this ridiculous "encirclement," the road ahead will be wide open!

The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly!

However, his triumph did not last long.

Rumble...

Rumble...

A deep, rumbling sound, as if coming from the depths of the earth, suddenly rang out.

Not from the front.

Instead, it came from... directly behind them as they fled for their lives!

Yuwen Biao's smile froze.

He looked up sharply.

Zhang Meng, who was standing next to him, and all the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army subconsciously looked in the direction of the tremor.

Rumble...

Rumble...

A muffled rumble came from ahead without warning.

On the horizon where they had come from, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the rising sun.

Beneath the billowing dust, a black tide surged forth with overwhelming force.

More cavalry!

Completely black, both men and horses were clad in armor!

This time, the leader was a woman, who held her long sword high, the blade reflecting the faint light of the sky, cold and dazzling.

Qin Ruxue took the lead.

Behind her, five thousand heavily armored cavalry charged silently.

Like a group of demons, they ruthlessly blocked the last escape route of the routed army.

One in front, one behind.

Two black torrents of steel formed a perfect pincer attack.

A massive, despair-inducing encirclement is slowly closing in.

Yuwen Biao stared intently at the newly appearing black tide at the horizon, his bloodshot eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

His deputy, Zhang Meng, suddenly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way beneath him.

A meaningless "hoarse" sound came from his throat, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

"No……"

"impossible……"

Yuwen Biao could no longer feel the excruciating pain in his chest.

A bone-chilling cold instantly froze the blood in his entire body.

Ten thousand.

A full ten thousand black-armored heavy cavalrymen surrounded them from the front and rear.

In the open Gobi Desert, facing his group of infantrymen who had lost their will to fight, were exhausted and hungry...

The last shred of hope and sliver of complacency in Yuwen Biao's heart was shattered.

"trap……"

Zhang Meng suddenly went berserk, crawling over on all fours, grabbing Yuwen Biao's trouser leg, his face covered in snot and tears.

"General! It's a trap! It was a trap from the very beginning!"

"Iron Wall Pass is a trap! Zhenbei City is a trap! Everything is a trap!"

Yuwen Biao did not answer.

His mind was a complete mess.

That little bastard named Lin Mo!

Who is he?

How could he possibly have so much money and so much sophisticated equipment?

Could it be that the Third Prince wants to get rid of me?

No, that's not right!

Even the Third Prince couldn't possibly deploy such a terrifying force silently in the Northern Territory!

On the city wall.

Lin Mo looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

On the map of mountains and rivers, the gray orb representing the enemy was completely sandwiched between two deep blue areas, unable to move.

"Master Meng, look at my pincer attack, isn't it cool?"

Meng Hu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He was completely numb.

From the barbecue to opening the door to meet the enemy, and then to this follow-up force that appeared out of nowhere...

The veteran general was deeply impressed by the entire battle.

"Young Master Lin... what... what are these reinforcements?"

"Oh, the people my wife brought."

Lin Mo answered casually, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about what to have for dinner.

"I had her take a detour and come from behind to help me flank them."

He patted the oil off his hands and grinned.

"Now that everyone is here, we can begin the meal."

Meng Hu swallowed hard, looking down at the enemy army below that was completely in chaos.

This is hardly a banquet.

This is clearly a plan to take everything down.

On the battlefield.

The instinct for survival finally overwhelmed all military orders and fear.

"Charge to both sides!!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

The remaining Zhenbei Army soldiers, like a group of rats trapped in an alley, began to frantically break out in two directions to the left and right.

Death lay before them and behind them; the only chance of survival seemed to be on the flanks!

However, the two heavily armored cavalry units did not immediately close in for a final, decisive attack.

They were more like two giant combs.

One on the left, one on the right, slowly and deliberately sorting through the chaotic crowd.

Each advance, each flank attack, drives a large group of routed soldiers in the same direction.

The previously scattered crowd was brought back together.

Yuwen Biao was carried by several guards and fled desperately into the crowd.

He quickly realized something was wrong.

"They're chasing us! They're forcing us to go in one place!"

Yuwen Biao roared.

He understood: the other party didn't want them to die in such a scattered manner, but rather wanted to gather them together and eliminate them all at once!

Leave no one alive!

"Stop! All of you, stop right now!"

"Don't run around! Form a defensive array! Set up a circular formation on the spot!"

Yuwen Biao's rationality returned amidst extreme fear, and he attempted to reorganize an effective defense.

However, it was no use.

The morale of the army had collapsed, and the defeat was swift and devastating.

No one obeyed his orders; everyone was only concerned with their own survival, and cries and screams filled the air.

Watching his army being driven and harvested like headless flies.

Yuwen Biao's heart sank to the bottom.

"puff--"

Another mouthful of black blood spurted out, and Yuwen Biao's face turned ashen.

"General! General, hold on!" Zhang Meng cried out.

"Walk……"

Yuwen Biao gripped the edge of the stretcher tightly, using the last of his strength.

"Let's go... through that gap..."

He pointed to the point where the two cavalry forces had joined forces, a seemingly weak connection point created by the shifting formations.

That was his last chance.

As long as he could break through, even if he was alone... as long as he could live to see the Third Prince...

He still has a chance to turn things around!

On the city wall, Meng Hu also saw through Yuwen Biao's intentions and his palms were sweating with anxiety.

"Young Master Lin! Yuwen Biao is trying to escape!"

"Escape?" Lin Mo yawned, but his eyes were cold. "That opening was deliberately left for them."

His gaze fell on the map.

The red dot representing Yuwen Biao was leading a small group of personal guards, desperately moving towards the weakest point in the encirclement.

In front of that weak point, the blue dot representing Qin Ruxue had quietly separated from the main force at some point.

Like a dagger poised to strike, it was aimed directly at Yuwen Biao's escape route.

"Faster! Faster!"

Yuwen Biao lay on the stretcher, roaring at the guards carrying him.

He saw it!

He saw hope!

A huge gap has appeared in the encirclement ahead!

The black-armored cavalry seemed to be regrouping and hadn't noticed their little corner!

Heaven has not forsaken me!

God helps me too!

Hahahahaha!

Yuwen Biao was overjoyed.

However, just as his personal guards were about to break through the breach...

tread.

tread.

tread.

The crisp, rhythmic sound of horses' hooves came from outside the gap.

One rider.

Only one rider.

A woman dressed in black and red, holding a long sword, quietly stood in front of them.