A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

The man at the front, wearing golden armor, was none other than Pan Sen, the leading general of the Wu Kingdom. His sister was the most favored concubine of the King of Wu, so he was given a lucrative post by the King of Wu, in charge of Wu's aid to the western frontier.

This delighted Pantheon, who took advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, eating until his mouth was greasy.

He recently took several more concubines, expanded his family's land by tens of thousands of hectares, and now he's getting more military achievements delivered to his doorstep for free.

Pan Sen was ambitious but lacked talent. In his view, this was Basra, and the Tang army would not dare to fight them.

If he can hold out for a little while, he can hold out until reinforcements arrive. As long as the Tang army isn't stupid, they will definitely not fight him head-on and will retreat as soon as they see him give the signal.

Then he could boast that he had defeated the Tang army of 1 with only 10 men, and then have his sister whisper in his ear, and he might be able to reluctantly agree to sit down as the Grand Commander of Wu.

To make himself look even more handsome, he even brought out a set of golden armor that his sister had gotten for him from the palace.

After putting it on, even though he was obese, he still looked imposing.

Thinking of this, a lewd smile crept across Pantheon's lips, as if he could already see the day when he would hold absolute power.

"General, something seems amiss up ahead."

Suddenly, a scout came to report.

Pantheon frowned. "What did you call me?"

"The general?"

The scout was taken aback and said, not understanding.

"You bastard!"

Pan Sen flew into a rage and lashed the scout across the face with his whip!

Call me Grand Commander!

Pansen retorted angrily.

The scout covered his face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Grand Commander? Look at your fat face, do you even deserve the title?"

But for the sake of his own life, the scout endured the humiliation and said, "General, it was my fault. You are a magnanimous person, General. As the Wu proverb says, 'A general's belly can hold a boat.' Please forgive me this time."

Pan Sen snorted coldly. After hearing so much from the Grand Commander, his mood eased considerably. "Go back and receive fifty strokes of the military rod. If you survive, this matter will be over."

The scout's face turned deathly pale. Fifty strokes of the military rod?!

He'll probably be crippled if he doesn't die!

But Pansen's notoriety in the army was widespread, and if he dared to oppose him, he would probably suffer an even more terrible death.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the order, saying, "Grand Commander, I obey your command."

After saying that, he turned and left to receive his punishment.

Pantheon patted his horse and continued leading the army forward.

By the way, what did that damn thing just say?

Something seems off up ahead?

After leading his army several miles forward, Pan Sen awoke from his dream and remembered that the scout had apparently come to report military intelligence to him.

Pantheon frowned, looked around, and saw that everything was fine.

He really is a piece of trash; it wouldn't be a loss to kill him.

Pan Sen shook his head, already envisioning himself becoming a Grand Commander, establishing immortal achievements, leaving a lasting legacy in history, receiving the posthumous title of Loyal and Martial, and being worshipped in temples by countless people in later generations.

"Let's do it!"

Seeing that Wu Jun had stepped into their ambush without any precautions, Guo Ziyi, who had just felt uneasy because of the scouts' strange behavior, was overjoyed. With a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of arrows rained down like raindrops, covering the sky and shooting towards Wu Jun.

Pantheon stared blankly at the dense rain of arrows overhead, completely terrified.

Although he led troops, he had never been on the battlefield before, and at this moment he was completely stunned.

A hail of arrows pierced his throat and lodged in the rump of the horse beneath him.

The horse reared up in pain, throwing Pantheon's corpse off its back.

Guo Ziyi was astonished by this sight. To dare to walk alone in front and carry such unusual armor on the battlefield, he thought this was a fierce general like Xiang Yu or Zhongwu Wang, with the courage to charge into and out of the enemy ranks alone.

He was just wondering whether to give up on this wave, but the die was cast. Who would have thought that instead of giving him a big surprise, the opponent would pull him into a big trap?

The first volley of arrows killed the enemy commander. Guo Ziyi, who had served in the military for decades, had never seen such an outrageous battle before.

Even with his seasoned composure, it took him several seconds to react.

"The enemy general is dead! Brothers, charge!"

Guo Ziyi roared, and all the soldiers were greatly encouraged and rushed forward.

Wu Jun, who was able to follow Pan Sen, was naturally not an elite force. Seeing Pan Sen shot to death, his morale plummeted to zero, and no one organized a defense.

Several mid-level officers in the army were also good-for-nothings who rose to power by ingratiating themselves with Pantheon through eating, drinking, and having fun. When they saw that Pantheon was dead, they hurriedly rode their horses and led their personal guards to flee in panic.

With their departure, the army was left without command and morale was low, leading to complete chaos.

There was no one to defend it, and everyone was fleeing. Those who were caught by the Tang army knelt down and surrendered.

In just a quarter of an hour, Guo Ziyi led his troops to capture this army of 1 fully armored soldiers.

Guo Ziyi himself felt it was somewhat unreal.

In the end, several middle-level managers escaped disaster because they had better horses and ran away early.

Although they escaped this calamity, Pantheon was dead, and their army was gone. If they went back, their fate would probably not be good.

"Gentlemen, the Tang army has a staggering 100,000 elite cavalry this time. General Pan bravely sacrificed himself to cover our retreat. We must forever remember this great kindness. Let us immediately go and plead with Lord Zhangde to avenge General Pan!"

The others' eyes flashed with a shrewdness; they had to exaggerate the strength of the Tang army to lessen their guilt.

10 elite cavalry, no less!

After exchanging their testimonies, they went to find Zhang De together.

"Wait a moment."

The captain who spoke first looked at himself, his body spotless except for a little sweat and no dirt or wounds, and frowned.

"If we are too clean, it will inevitably arouse suspicion."

"We'll fight each other, draw our knives and go for it, make sure the wounds are numerous, shallow, and look serious."

Everyone else now revered him, and upon hearing his words, they all agreed that what he said made sense and nodded in agreement.

So a group of people, along with their district guards, started a street brawl, with each other exchanging punches and stabs.

Driven by the pain of their wounds, some of them became enraged and began to use excessive force.

To make the performance more realistic, the captains did not stop them.

A moment later, a group of defeated soldiers replaced the previously clean-cut army, and then this group of defeated soldiers walked towards Basra.

These soldiers looked covered in blood and were in a terrible state, clearly having just gone through a difficult and bloody battle!