Summoning from Another World: A Grand Ambition

Upstream on the Onon River, a few miles from the main battlefield, a vast, primeval forest acts as a natural curtain, quietly absorbing all sounds and traces of movement.

The ancient trees, towering and gnarled, block out the sun, allowing only a few sparse, pale green slivers of light to filter through the gaps in the leaves, silently sprinkling onto the thick carpet of decaying leaves.

The air was filled with the smells of earth, rotten wood, and a faint dampness. Occasionally, birds and beasts would be startled by the faint sounds of battle in the distance, fluttering into the air before falling silent again.

Deep within this dense forest, where the silence was almost oppressive, five thousand iron cavalrymen lay dormant like stone sculptures.

The men and horses were fully armored, but cleverly disguised with branches and vines, and their weapons were coated with black mud to prevent reflection.

The soldiers leaned against tree trunks or lay prone beside their horses, breathing softly, their eyes sharp as eagles, fixed on the winding outer defensive line of the Dongyi army beyond the dense forest.

There were banners and patrols, seemingly heavily guarded, but in reality, it revealed the weariness and indolence of the rear guards after a major battle.

"General, it's almost noon. We've been lying in wait for nearly two hours, and the sounds of battle ahead seem even stronger. Why... is there still no signal?"

A young bodyguard standing next to Huangfu Palace couldn't help but lower his voice and ask,

Huangfu Gong slightly raised his hand, signaling for silence.

He wore a light, fish-scale armor that allowed him to move easily through the forest, covered by a dark green cloak, making him almost blend into his surroundings.

His gaze was as calm as a still well, peering through the gaps in the trees to observe the subtle movements on the distant defensive line. The intervals between the relay of flags had become longer, and the patrolling cavalrymen wore undisguised bewilderment on their faces. Occasionally, a messenger would gallop by on horseback, bringing even deeper commotion.

"Calm down." His voice was deep and steady, carrying an undeniable composure.

"Your Highness always plans carefully before taking action when waging war. At this moment, the battle at the front is in full swing, and no signal arrows have been fired, which means that the time is not yet ripe, or the enemy chieftain has not yet fallen into our trap."

As a surprise force, our strength lies in striking unexpectedly and delivering a fatal blow. Impulsive actions will only reveal our location and render all our previous efforts futile.

He looked around and saw the similar anxiety in the eyes of many soldiers, and said in a deep voice:

"Pass down the order: check the bowstrings and scabbards, give the warhorses one last sip of water, and adjust the saddles. The signal will arrive at any moment. When it does, I want you to be like arrows released from a bow, never to return!"

The order was passed on silently. The soldiers took a deep breath, silently prepared as instructed, and tried to calm their turbulent emotions.

The warhorse beneath him seemed to sense the impending battle and stopped pawing at the ground, only occasionally exhaling a puff of white breath from its nostrils.

Huangfu Gong leaned against a thick cedar tree, his fingers unconsciously stroking the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear that rested across his lap.

My brother's image kept appearing in my mind.

That towering figure, always upright like a pine tree, with a hearty smile, protecting him from behind; that strict teacher who patiently taught him marksmanship on the training ground, correcting every detail without complaint; that elder brother who patted him on the shoulder before he went to war, saying, "Brother Gong, please take care of things at home; I'll handle things at the border"...

Throughout his life, he was loyal and brave, with unparalleled martial arts skills. He was the pillar of the northern frontier of the Great Xia Dynasty, a towering mountain that all young generals looked up to, and the most majestic role model in their hearts.

From a young age, he aspired to be like his older brother.

He practiced the Huangfu family's spear techniques countless times, enduring the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, mastering every variation and understanding every bit of power.

He studied military strategy and deduced battle formations, hoping that one day he could fight alongside his brother to protect this beautiful land.

However, what came was the devastating news that his elder brother was trapped in the encirclement and had fought to the death for his country.

At that moment, it felt like the sky had collapsed.

After the grief came a burning, bone-deep hatred! Hatred for the cunning and cruelty of the Eastern Barbarians, hatred for the traitor Huli Changsheng's insidious poison, and even more hatred for himself for not growing up sooner to share his brother's burdens, and even... not being able to see him one last time.

His fingers clenched suddenly, his knuckles turning white, almost leaving fingerprints on the cold gun barrel.

Brother, your blood will not have been shed in vain.

You watch from heaven as your brother breaks through enemy lines, slays generals, seizes flags, and uses Helan Cangfeng's head to pay tribute to your heroic spirit!

The defeat of the Eastern barbarian bandits will comfort your spirit in heaven! I will continue your unfinished work and the land you protected!

Just as the fire of revenge burned fiercely in his chest, almost uncontrollable—

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Three deep, heavy thuds, as if rolling down from the heavens or bursting forth from the depths of the earth, tore through the clamor of heaven and earth without warning, and clearly penetrated the dense forest, reaching the ears of every hidden soldier!

As the sound passed, the branches and leaves trembled, and the birds roosting in the forest took flight in fright!

Signal! The signal for the final assault!

The long-suppressed light in Huangfugong's eyes erupted like a dormant volcano!

He suddenly stood up, ripped off his camouflage cloak, and mounted his horse with fluid, effortless movements.

The Dragon Gallant Silver Spear in his hand drew a bright arc in the air, its tip pointing directly at the Eastern Barbarian defense line outside the forest!

"Soldiers of Great Xia!" His voice, like a dragon's roar, was passionate and uplifting, instantly drowning out all the subtle sounds in the forest. "The general offensive has begun, the time for revenge has arrived! Follow me—break through the enemy lines, slay the enemy, and strike at their heart! Slay Helan Cangfeng, wipe away our national shame, and avenge my brother! Kill—!"

"kill--!!!"

The pent-up fighting spirit and rage of the five thousand iron cavalry erupted at this moment!

The deafening roars coalesced into a terrifying sound wave, shattering the silence of the forest!

The soldiers leaped onto their horses, drew their swords, and nocked their bows. There was no more hesitation or anxiety in their eyes, only the purest killing intent and determination!

"Boom—!"

The horses' hooves trampled the thick layer of decaying leaves and soil, like a series of thunderclaps exploding through the forest.

Five thousand iron cavalry transformed into a surging crimson torrent, with Huangfu Gong as the sharpest arrowhead, violently smashing through the sparse forest barrier.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it swept towards the suddenly open outer defense line of the Eastern Barbarians! Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, its momentum overwhelming and unstoppable!

At this moment, the outer defense line of the Eastern Barbarians was already in a state of high alert.

News of the defeat on the main battlefield, the death of Hulü Changsheng, and the burning of supplies spread like wildfire.

The soldiers on guard were filled with anxiety, their patrol formations were scattered, and even the officers' shouts were tinged with barely concealed panic.

Their attention was mostly drawn to the chaos on the other side of the river and the fires in the rear camp. Little did they know that such a deadly surprise force was lurking in the dense forest on their flank.

A Dongyi sentry, standing on high ground, watched with worry as black smoke rose from the direction of the main camp.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of billowing dust and flashing blades emerging from the forest, and was instantly terrified, letting out a bloodcurdling scream:

"Enemy attack! Flanking maneuver! Great Xia cavalry have broken out of the forest!! Quickly..."

His warning abruptly ceased. A silver streak of cold light pierced the air and precisely pierced his throat! Huangfu Gong released the bowstring as he ran, not even glancing at the fallen sentry, the Dragon Gall Spear already held level in his hand.

"Speed ​​up! Break through it!"

The Dongyi garrison on the defensive line was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Panic spread like a boulder thrown into a pond, the ripples instantly expanding into a raging torrent.

"It's Xia Jun!"

"How did they get here from behind?!"

"Run!"

Screams, cries, and meaningless shouts filled the air.

Many soldiers instinctively dropped their weapons and turned to run.

Only a few junior officers and die-hards attempted to organize sporadic resistance, either shouting themselves hoarse to form ranks or brandishing weapons to meet the raging torrent.

"Those who block my way shall die!" Huangfu Gong charged ahead, breaking into the chaotic enemy ranks.

The Dragon's Gallant Silver Spear transformed into a deathly silver storm! The spear shot out like a dragon, piercing straight through the chest of a flag-bearing officer;

A fierce-looking centurion from the Eastern Barbarians, probably a minor leader of this section of the defense line, saw Huangfu Gong enter as if he were in an empty field. With red eyes, he swung a thick-backed cleaver and roared as he slashed at Huangfu Gong. The blade whistled through the air, and the force was heavy.

Huangfu Gong's eyes were icy cold. Facing the slashing blade, he did not retreat but advanced. He suddenly pulled the reins with his left hand, and his warhorse nimbly darted half a step to the left and forward, just in time to avoid the blade.

At the same time, taking advantage of the horse's momentum, he launched a swift and deadly attack with his right-hand spear, the tip of which struck first and accurately pierced the centurion's exposed rib area caused by his full-force slash!

"puff!"

The spear tip pierced through the armor and went all the way to the shaft! The centurion's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and he looked down in disbelief at the spear shaft embedded in his body. He opened his mouth, but only a mouthful of blood and foam came out.

Huangfu Gong flicked his wrist, drew his gun, and sprayed a cloud of blood. The centurion collapsed like a sack with its bones removed.

With such a fierce and brave commander, the morale of the five thousand iron cavalry behind him was even higher.

They followed closely behind Huangfu Gong, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely branding the Dongyi defense line.

The iron cavalry charged, slashing and stabbing, and the already scattered Dongyi garrison collapsed in an instant.

The so-called defensive line was easily torn apart and breached, leaving behind corpses and wailing wounded soldiers.

Without pausing for a moment, Huangfu Gong led his troops like a hurricane, sweeping through the collapsed defenses and plunging into the heart of the Dongyi camp!

Occasionally, small groups of remnants of the Eastern Barbarian army attempted to put up sporadic resistance or launch surprise attacks from their camps, trenches, or supply wagons, but in the face of the overwhelming force of the iron cavalry, it was as futile as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

They were either directly knocked over and trampled, or slashed and shot by cavalry passing by on both sides, and quickly wiped out.

There is only one objective: the central command flag! Helan Cangfeng!