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The central army moved at the command. The warhorses were driven to the rear, and the infantry quickly formed a massive, layered tortoise-shell formation. Spearmen crouched in front, swordsmen and shieldmen protected the flanks, and archers and crossbowmen climbed to the top of the hill.

There was no noise, only the cold sound of armor rubbing together and the restless snorting of warhorses.

The barbarian vanguard spotted the army blocking their path. A sharp horn sounded, and thousands of barbarian light cavalry surged forward like a tide, the sound of their hooves making the ground tremble slightly.

"Release the arrows."

Lin Feng's voice was not loud, but it clearly carried across the entire front line.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

In the sky, a dark rain of arrows covered the path of the barbarian charge. The barbarian riders at the forefront fell like wheat being harvested, but the barbarians were fierce and brave, and the following cavalry did not retreat, continuing their charge over the corpses of their comrades.

"Catapult!" Lin Feng ordered again.

Twenty light catapults, already set up, hurled fireballs coated in grease into the enemy ranks. Explosions and flames erupted within the barbarian ranks, blood and flesh flew, and warhorses neighed in terror.

However, barbarians are barbarians after all. They quickly regained their footing and, using their superior mobility, began to spread out to the flanks, attempting to encircle the enemy.

"The right wing of Zhao's forces is unstable and shows signs of collapse!" Su Xuanji reported urgently.

Lin Feng frowned. Sure enough, Zhao Li's old troops on the right flank began to falter in the face of the barbarian's ferocious charge, and even a small group of soldiers broke away.

"Xu Tiande, you can move now," Lin Feng said coldly. "Target: the barbarian central army banner. Bring me back the head of that barbarian leader."

"Understood!" Xu Tiande could no longer contain himself. With a single command, three thousand Iron Wall Light Cavalry charged out like arrows from a hidden valley on the flank, heading straight for the barbarian army's center!

This strike was ruthless and precise. The barbarian central army was already struggling against this tenacious defending force, and was in a stalemate. Now, with the enemy launching a proactive attack from the flank, their formation was thrown into chaos.

Lin Feng seized the opportunity, pointing his Broken Mountain Blade forward: "Full-scale counterattack! Kill!"

"kill--!"

The infantry phalanx erupted with overwhelming force. Spears thrust out like a forest, swords and shields advanced like a wall. Lin Feng took the lead, his Broken Mountain Blade unleashing a curtain of deathly light, cleaving barbarian cavalrymen and their horses in two wherever it passed.

A bloody massacre unfolded at the foot of Wild Fox Ridge.

Although the barbarians were brave, they gradually crumbled under the disciplined formation and the onslaught of Lin Feng's fresh troops. In particular, Xu Tiande's three thousand light cavalry, like a red-hot dagger, completely disrupted the barbarian's central command.

In the midst of the chaos, Lin Feng caught a glimpse of Zhao Li's former troops on the right flank, their formation on the verge of collapse. A barbarian centurion, leading a hundred cavalrymen, was attempting to break through this gap.

"Zhao Li has ruined me!" Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart.

Without further hesitation, he led dozens of his personal guards, like a black whirlwind, and charged diagonally toward the gap.

"Mountain-Splitting Slash!"

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, and the barbarian centurion, along with his horse, was cut in two with a single stroke!

Lin Feng reined in his horse, his Broken Mountain Blade sweeping across, forcing the barbarian cavalry that were trying to surge forward back several steps. Covered in blood, he stood at the breach, like an insurmountable boundary marker.

"Those who retreat will be executed!"

A roar echoed across the battlefield. The wavering soldiers of Zhao Li's former troops, seeing the young garrison commander's fierce bravery, miraculously regained their footing and reformed their defensive line.

This battle raged from noon until dusk.

When Xu Tiande hoisted the barbarian leader's head high, the remaining barbarian cavalry finally collapsed and fled north like stray dogs.

Beneath Wild Fox Ridge, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.

Lin Feng stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, leaning on his Broken Mountain Blade, slightly out of breath. He surveyed the battlefield: on the left flank, Xu Tiande was clearing out the remaining enemies, while on the right flank, Zhao Li's old troops, though suffering heavy losses, had ultimately held their ground.

The army returned, and the city gates were wide open. The people offered food and drink, and the soldiers, their armor stained with blood, stood tall and proud.

Zhao Li sat astride his horse, his beard and hair bristling, his weariness barely concealing his imposing presence. Behind him, Lin Feng rode alongside, his blood-stained armor gleaming in the setting sun.

In the central command tent, a victory celebration banquet was held outdoors, the aroma of roasted meat and the smell of alcohol filling the air.

Holding a wine bowl, Zhao Li stood on the command platform, his voice booming like a bell: "This battle was exhilarating! The barbarians haven't dared to graze their horses south for ten years! But this credit doesn't belong to me, Zhao Li, alone!"

He pointed to Lin Feng beside him: "If General Lin hadn't drawn his sword, and if the Iron Wall Battalion hadn't fought to the death, there would be no victory today! Come, the whole army, let's toast General Lin!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers responded with a thunderous roar, their voices shaking the heavens. Lin Feng returned the gesture with a bowl, his expression unchanged.

In the central command tent, the charcoal brazier crackled and popped as it burned.

Lin Feng handed over the victory report he had prepared to send to the capital. "Lord Zhao, come. This victory report must be jointly signed by you and me."

The report stated: "The northern barbarians invaded the border. Lin Feng, the garrison commander of Cangyun Pass, together with Commander-in-Chief Zhao Li, decisively defeated the main force of the barbarians at Yehu Ridge, beheading 8,000 and routing 20,000. This great victory was entirely due to the skillful command of Commander Zhao Li and the valiant efforts of the soldiers. The barbarians and Cao Wuyong's attempt to sow discord was foiled by our army, and the evidence has been sealed and is awaiting the court's decision."

Zhao Li looked at the still-wet ink report of victory, his old eyes clouded, and his hands trembled slightly.

"It's all thanks to Lord Zhao Li's skillful command..." He murmured, then suddenly looked up at Lin Feng. His eyes were no longer filled with wariness and calculation, but with a complex mix of gratitude and shame. "General Lin, why...why did you give me the credit?"

"Lord Zhao, now is not the time to claim credit." Lin Feng looked at him calmly. "If the victory report is sent out, what will the court think? The barbarian invasion is real, and the great victory is real. As the commander-in-chief, you have rendered meritorious service in defending the territory. Even if the court wants to find fault, it cannot silence the people of the world."

"Okay..." Zhao Li sighed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Several days later, at Cangyun Pass.

In the makeshift study, Lin Feng and Su Xuanji sat at the desk.

"Defender," Su Xuanji said solemnly, "the Privy Council will never let this go."

Lin Feng said, "We must take the initiative and cut off the Privy Council's black hands that are reaching into the northern border, one by one."

Su Xuanji frowned: "You mean, the person behind Cao Wuyong?"

"Not only that," Lin Feng said. "The Privy Council not only has informants on the border, but also smuggling routes. They are doing business with the barbarians in the northern deserts, dealing in iron and salt, and may even be the mastermind behind this large-scale barbarian invasion. Zhao Li used to turn a blind eye because the court was in arrears with its pay. But now, I can't let them continue like this."

"You're going to raid their base?"

"It's not about seizure, it's about takeover," Lin Feng sneered. "Using Zhao Li's name, take over all the Privy Council's undercover agents and smuggling channels on the border. These channels will no longer transport smuggled goods, but will instead transport grain, fodder, and military equipment for our use."

Su Xuanji gasped. This was too insidious. The Privy Council's covert network on the border, cultivated for many years, had been destroyed in one fell swoop, effectively crippling them.

"This matter requires Zhao Li's approval," Su Xuanji said.

"He will. He hates the Privy Council more than anyone else right now. As long as he feels that we are helping him clean house, not seizing power, he will lend us the knife."

Just then, a personal guard rushed in, "Report! Commander, Commander Zhao requests your presence at the residence for a meeting, saying he has a secret letter from the capital!"