With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

Liu Yun and Lin Hu stood side by side on a high point on the side of the formation, their eyes fixed on the bloody battlefield in the distance.

Whether it was the close-quarters combat between ordinary soldiers, or the fierce duels between martial artists, they could see everything clearly in their field of vision.

The fights between those acquired martial artists were particularly shocking to them. Every palm strike and every sword swing carried immense power, as if they could tear the air apart.

With a single palm strike, the internal energy condensed to a tangible form, and from a distance, a faint halo seemed to ripple outwards with the force of the palm strike.

When a martial artist moves on the battlefield, the wind from his palm strikes is like a wave. Wherever it passes, the Northern Xiongnu cavalry or Northern Han soldiers are thrown several feet away and die when they land.

Some were merely grazed by the palm strike, yet felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, their bones cracking and tendons breaking, collapsing in pools of blood with screams of agony.

Where the sword light flashed, cavalrymen and their horses were cleaved in two, their remains slowly disintegrating due to inertia.

As the battle became increasingly intense, officers and warriors from the Northern Han army, along with second- and third-rate warriors such as centurions and chiliarchs from the Northern Xiongnu, continuously joined the fray, attempting to gain an advantage for their own warriors.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with surging internal energy, overflowing with fierce winds, and the shouts of battle mingled with the sounds of clashing weapons.

However, a martial artist's true energy is ultimately limited. After a prolonged battle, their inner energy gradually weakens, and their power also declines.

Seeing this, under the loud orders of the supervising teams on both sides, the soldiers and Northern Xiongnu cavalry who were originally fighting fiercely on the flanks also began to move closer, forming small teams and rushing into the battle, using their own flesh and blood and swords to protect and assist their own warriors.

As a result, the battle quickly expanded into a more chaotic melee, with second- and third-rate martial artists being surrounded and killed by soldiers and low-ranking martial artists who outnumbered them several times over, and corpses soon covering the ground beneath their feet.

Seeing some warriors being killed or wounded under the siege, more and more soldiers became bloodthirsty and rushed towards those warriors who were still holding on, disregarding the danger, only wanting to take a head that could bring glory and resources to their families and themselves.

After all, the merits and rewards for a warrior's head far exceed those for ordinary gains.

At this point, the battle situation in the central army of the Northern Han Dynasty had completely fallen into disarray. The originally well-organized battle lines had been torn into several pieces, and the fighting in various places was intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish the boundaries between the advance and retreat of the enemy and our own forces.

Liu Yun and Lin Hu stared at all of this, their hearts filled with turbulent emotions.

The second-rate or even first-rate martial artists they used to look up to were now dying one after another under the combined attack of martial artists and ordinary soldiers.

What shocked them even more was that those acquired martial artists, who had only existed in their imaginations, were now being attacked from both sides by low-level martial artists and soldiers.

Although it was difficult to kill them in a short time, the siege had already put these acquired experts in a difficult position.

Of particular note was a protector from the Northern Xiongnu, who already had a chest injury and was breathing unsteadily.

Under the relentless attacks of five top-tier Northern Han martial artists and other officers, he was already in a precarious situation. His protective aura flickered erratically, his pace slowed, and he was in danger of having his defenses breached at any moment.

Looking at this unprecedented carnage and reality, compared to the previous battles to wipe out the river bandits, this was the real war.

Liu Yun and Lin Hu felt their blood boil, their passion and fighting spirit blazing like wildfire.

They gripped their weapons tightly, eager to ride their Cracked Claw Wolfs into the battlefield immediately.

Just then, General Zhenwei Ma Yang's order arrived, and the cavalry launched an attack.

In an instant, the 30,000 cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty moved in unison, their iron hooves shaking the ground, like two surging torrents of iron rushing straight to the battlefield.

Almost simultaneously, the last two cavalry units of the Northern Xiongnu, each with ten thousand men, also pressed forward, attempting to break through the Northern Han's defenses in the melee and reverse the tide of the war.

Seeing this, the Northern Han cavalry, under the decisive command of General Luo Jian, immediately abandoned the already chaotic battle zone in the middle and concentrated their forces to attack the Northern Xiongnu cavalry group.

Luo Jian knew that as long as he could defeat the last two 10,000-strong cavalry units, the Northern Han would be able to secure victory.

After all, there are still 50,000 garrison troops in Shuofang City. If the battle requires it, these 50,000 fresh troops can go out of the city and make a decisive move.

At present, the Northern Xiongnu cavalry are entangled with their own infantry and warriors, losing their advantage of high-speed charges, making it the best time to deploy the defending troops.

The prerequisite is that the two 10,000-strong cavalry forces in front of them must be defeated first; otherwise, the defending troops will not dare to leave the city easily.

The Northern Han cavalry formed a pincer attack from both flanks, heading straight for the Northern Xiongnu cavalry formation.

Liu Yun, Lin Hu, and other warriors riding Taoist soldiers did not need to command the soldiers; relying on the speed and agility of the Taoist soldiers, they rushed to the front.

Both men wielded long spears and advanced swiftly through the ranks like arrows released from a bow.

The Northern Xiongnu cavalry discovered the Daoist cavalry in front of the Northern Han army and immediately suppressed them with arrows. A rain of arrows poured down, but Liu Yun and Lin Hu, along with other Daoist cavalry, braved the dense arrows and charged straight into the enemy formation without slowing down.

With a sudden leap, Liu Yun, positioned high above, deflected the incoming short spears and scimitars with his spear. Then, he thrust the spear tip downwards, piercing through two Northern Xiongnu cavalrymen along with their horses, who fell to the ground screaming in agony.

The Cracked Claw Wolf King beneath Liu Yun moved freely through the enemy ranks.

His gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on the flank of a Northern Xiongnu cavalry unit. He thrust his spear repeatedly, each thrust sending a cavalryman and his horse flying, blood mist spreading from the spear tip.

When he encountered a densely packed area, he simply urged Wolf King to leap into the air, sweeping his spear horizontally in mid-air, severing the heads of two riders who were trying to surround him, along with their horses. After landing, he followed up with a horizontal slash, cutting another charging archer in half at the waist.

As he charged deep into enemy territory, he suddenly switched from spear to sword, the blade grazing the horse's neck. The warhorse reared up and fell, throwing its rider into the Northern Han army's ranks, where he was killed by his comrades.

Liu Yun moved like a whirlwind among the enemy cavalry, launching a continuous and ruthless attack. The Northern Xiongnu cavalrymen only felt the figure moving before their eyes and felt the chilling aura. Before they could react, they were already decapitated.

The Lin family warriors followed closely behind, like a sharp arrow constantly wedging into the Northern Xiongnu cavalry formation, opening a path for the main cavalry force behind them.

Their bravery finally attracted the attention of the Northern Xiongnu cavalry. Several centurions riding wolf-shaped Taoist soldiers rushed towards them with their personal guards, dragging Liu Yun and the others into a fierce battle.

Fortunately, the Northern Han cavalry quickly caught up from behind, their hooves thundering, creating a thrilling melee.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Liu Yun pierced the throat of a centurion in front of him with his sword. The centurion's eyes widened as he fell off his horse, and the wolf-shaped Taoist soldier beneath him also collapsed and vanished.

Liu Yun looked around and saw fighting figures everywhere. Lin Hu and the others who had charged into the enemy lines together had long since scattered, and now only four companions remained behind him.

All five were panting heavily, their inner strength nearly exhausted, barely holding on with their indomitable will.

If it weren't for the Fierce Claw Wolf King beneath them, who was of one mind with them and protected its master in the critical moment, they would probably have perished in the battle long ago.

Everyone was wounded and their armor was stained with blood, but the five of them were all third-rate martial artists, and their teamwork was still excellent.

They even encountered a lone, second-rate Northern Xiongnu warrior amidst the chaos of battle.

That person had obviously retreated from the central battlefield, his inner energy exhausted, and his Dao soldiers were not by his side. Liu Yun and the other four seized the opportunity and joined forces to kill him.