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

As Lin Ye landed, he was met head-on by the surging tide of iron cavalry pouring out from Jingbian City.

At the very front of the procession, the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard shattered the rain with his four hooves, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Closely following behind were three Green-bladed Riders, their movements nimble, weaving in and out of the cavalry formation;

Further back were Liu Yun, Zhu Shaowei, and others riding the Cracked Claw Wolf King, and finally, a dark mass of cavalry main force, exuding murderous intent.

Lin Ye descended from the sky, landing precisely on the broad back of the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard, and caught the spear that Liu Yun had thrown from mid-air.

"kill--!"

At this moment, the opportunity for cavalry combat that had been eagerly awaited since setting out from Xiang County finally arrived.

Lin Ye let out a long roar, and the Tiger Guard rushed to the front, like a sharp knife piercing straight into the heart of the enemy.

At this time, the Northern Xiongnu camp was in complete chaos.

With the death of the junior captain, the commanders of each tribe, who were already at odds with each other, were now even more disobedient, each fearing for their own life, and the command system was completely paralyzed.

Lin Ye rode the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard to the front of the camp gate, his spear flashing like a ball of silver light, deflecting all the incoming arrows and heading straight for the tightly closed gate!

A red light flashed in the eyes of the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard, and two scorching rays instantly struck the key point of the gate.

At the same time, Lin Ye took advantage of the momentum and let out a long roar, his spear, infused with internal energy, smashed towards the same spot like thunder.

"boom--!"

The wood and stone shattered, and the massive camp gate, along with several Northern Xiongnu soldiers behind it, were smashed into a bloody pulp.

Lin Ye rode the Tiger Guard as if entering an empty field, rushing into the camp.

The spear swept across, extinguishing the torches on both sides one after another. The rainy night instantly swallowed up the surrounding light, and the archers in the distance lost their targets, their arrows shooting aimlessly into the darkness.

In the darkness, Lin Ye's spear moved like a dragon, each thrust bringing forth a spray of blood.

The Azure Blade Riders on the left and right sides moved like ghosts, intercepting attacks while reaping lives in the surrounding area.

Following closely behind, Liu Yun and the others rode the Cracked Claw Wolf and charged in. The wolf's claws tore and ripped, and the flashing of swords and blades left only a pile of mangled corpses in their wake.

The Northern Xiongnu camp was completely thrown into chaos.

The Northern Han cavalry, following closely behind, surged in like a flood bursting its banks, bursting through the gaps in the forest leaves. Their iron hooves trampled the mud, crushing the Northern Xiongnu camps and soldiers who had no time to react into a bloody pulp.

Although some centurions were still shouting and trying to rally their troops, their sporadic resistance was futile against the high-speed charging cavalry.

Among them, the most poignant was the thousand-man unit that was most loyal to the young captain.

They were all from the same clan as the young captain, and were filled with grief and indignation, determined to avenge their young master.

However, their centurion had already died when Lin Ye assassinated them, leaving them without core command. Although the team was brave, it could only disintegrate and fight independently.

Under the massive charge of the Northern Han cavalry, they were cut off one by one, crushed, and finally swallowed up by their iron hooves.

As for the other thousand-man teams belonging to different tribes, they were in complete chaos at this moment.

Normally, the tribes are constantly fighting amongst themselves, but now, without a unified command and with no one willing to submit to anyone's authority, they are simply unable to organize an effective legion-level resistance.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Led by Lin Ye, the Northern Han cavalry charged like a red-hot dagger cutting into butter, unstoppable in their advance.

Whenever they encountered small groups of enemy troops, they could be easily routed with just one charge.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lin Ye had already led his men through layers of fortifications and reached the deepest part of the Northern Xiongnu camp, the fenced area where the warhorses were parked.

At this moment, several hundred Northern Xiongnu soldiers hurriedly mounted their horses and barely formed a loose cavalry square, attempting to use their numerical advantage to charge against the elite cavalry led by Lin Ye.

Lin Yechong was at the forefront, his spear moving like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair, and with a single strike, he sent a Northern Xiongnu cavalryman flying.

Immediately afterwards, to everyone's astonishment, the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard's eyes flashed red again.

The two scorching rays did not strike the centurion opposite them, but instead pierced the rainy night and shot straight at the mountain of dry hay piled up in the stable!

"puff--!"

Flames shot up instantly, and although they did not spread rapidly, they ignited the most flammable parts.

The warhorses in the stables were already wary of firelight, and now, startled by the sudden explosion and bright light, they went berserk, neighing and breaking their reins, rushing out like a flood bursting its banks.

At that moment, right in front of them was the Northern Xiongnu cavalry that had just finished lining up!

"not good!"

Before the exclamations had even faded, hundreds of frightened warhorses had already crashed into the formation like out-of-control tanks.

The Northern Xiongnu cavalry formation was thrown into chaos instantly. Men and horses collided, screams and the sound of bones breaking filled the air, and countless Northern Xiongnu soldiers were knocked away and trampled to their deaths.

Lin Ye rode the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guard, nimbly dodging the galloping horses and following closely behind the frightened warhorses, using these out-of-control beasts as natural tools for charging into battle.

At this time, most of the remaining Northern Xiongnu soldiers in the camp, after experiencing initial panic, finally relied on their rich combat experience to reorganize into several infantry squares in their tents.

Although their formation was breached, they still had a large number of men, armed with both swords and shields, and managed to hold their ground in the rainy night. Faced with such a formation, the Northern Han cavalry would likely find it difficult to completely break through and would have to pay a certain price.

However, what they were facing now was no longer Lin Ye's cavalry, but thousands of warhorses that had completely gone out of control and gone mad!

"Boom!"

The rumbling sound of the earth trembling grew louder as it approached, a steel torrent formed by thousands of warhorses. By the time the Northern Xiongnu soldiers in the formation could see what lay ahead, the shadow of death was already close at hand.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Terrified screams exploded within the formation, but it was too late.

Faced with the reckless, indiscriminate charges of warhorses that disregard even flesh and blood, any human formation appears so fragile.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of flesh and bone colliding formed a continuous sound.

The shield bearers in the first rank were smashed to pieces along with their shields; the spearmen in the second rank were trampled into a bloody pulp by the horses' hooves; and the swordsmen and axemen in the third rank were trampled under the horses' bellies before they even had a chance to swing their swords.

The once perfectly aligned formation crumbled instantly in the face of this brute force of nature.

The Northern Xiongnu soldiers fell like wheat being harvested; some were sent flying dozens of feet into the air, while others were trampled until their intestines were ripped out. Their screams were instantly drowned out by the roar of the horses' hooves.

Meanwhile, the Northern Han cavalry led by Lin Ye cleverly followed the flanks or rear of the herd of horses, using the beast tide to clear a path and carry out the final harvest of the scattered and disorganized remnants of the Northern Xiongnu army.

With spear thrusts and saber slashes, only mangled limbs remained in their wake.

The massacre only ended when the sky began to lighten in the east and the rain gradually subsided.

As dawn broke, the entire Northern Xiongnu camp had been reduced to ruins.

On the muddy ground, there were Northern Xiongnu soldiers trampled to death everywhere. Some of them were so badly injured that their faces were no longer visible. They were completely crushed into a bloody pulp and mixed with the soil.

This battle, which began with an assassination attempt on a rainy night and ended with a horde of beasts charging into the fray, has finally come to a satisfactory conclusion.