A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

"A standard probing formation."

She placed her hand on the hilt of the knife and gave a cold laugh.

"These people aren't here to attack the city; they're here to put on a show for the Donghu King."

"The front row will risk their lives, while the back row will observe the reactions. We'll decide how to fight once the Donghu have figured out our strengths and weaknesses."

Wei Zhao did not respond.

His gaze passed over the vast army of Xianyuan and landed on the distant horizon.

You can't see anything over there, but the 500,000-strong Donghu army is stationed in that direction.

Does the King of Donghu want to see this?

Let him watch to his heart's content.

Wei Zhao turned to look down at the city. The gate of Hangu Pass was thick and the gate was deep. Behind the gate were the heavy chevaux-de-frise and palisades left by Zhao Qing after two months of fierce defense.

"Pass on the order."

Wei Zhao spoke very calmly.

"Open the city gates."

The officers around him were stunned at the same time.

Liu Jingshuang loosened her hand from the hilt of the knife, then clenched it again.

Her lips moved, but the words stuck in her throat and didn't come out.

Because two footsteps sounded almost simultaneously from behind.

Su Qingyun and Hua Jieyu arrived at the city wall one after the other.

Su Qingyun was still holding the account book in her hand, and she hadn't even had time to brush the dust off Hua Jieyu's cloak.

The two people looked at each other.

Su Qingyun gently shook her head at Liu Jingshuang.

Hua Jieyu also shook her head.

Liu Jingshuang closed her mouth.

She is not ignorant.

The matter of the old lady weighed heavily on everyone's minds. From the moment Wei Zhao received the message until now, he hadn't uttered a single unnecessary word, and his face remained completely expressionless.

That's too stable.

It's abnormally stable.

At times like these, he needs to kill.

It wasn't Xianyuan's fault that he bumped into me.

It's Xianyuan's fate.

"One hundred thousand cavalrymen will follow me out of the pass."

Wei Zhao raised his hand from the battlement.

"Fifty thousand heavily armored infantrymen advanced to cover the rear."

He turned and walked down the city wall, his white robe stirring up a gust of wind.

"The rest of you will defend the city. Shang Wanqing's ballistae will keep watch on both flanks to prevent Donghu cavalry from launching a sneak attack."

The captains snapped out of their daze, responded in unison, and turned to run off to relay the order.

Liu Jingshuang followed in Wei Zhao's footsteps.

She didn't try to persuade her.

He only said one sentence.

"I'll bring infantry."

Wei Zhao didn't even turn his head.

"it is good."

When the vanguard cavalry of Xianyuan saw the gates of Hangu Pass wide open, their first reaction was not excitement.

I'm confused.

The commander of the Xianyuan tribe, who was leading the group, reined in his horse and stared wide-eyed.

"The door is closed... or is it open?"

The cavalry behind them also stopped and looked at each other.

Was this an ambush? A trap? Or had the commander lost his mind?

The answer came in the next instant.

A black torrent of iron surged out of the city gate, and the armor of the front-line cavalrymen gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The horses' hooves shattered the frozen ground, sending shivers down the spines of the earth.

The person at the very front—clad in white, carrying a white gun.

The great banner with the character "Wei" was unfurled behind him.

The centurion's pupils shrank to a single point.

"It's the Wei family army! Quickly—"

The following words were obscured.

The charge of 100,000 cavalrymen was utterly unreasonable.

Before the vanguard of the Xianyuan cavalry could even turn their horses around, they were swept into the steel torrent.

Wei Zhao charged ahead on horseback.

The white wax spear spun half a circle in his hand, its tip piercing the breastplate of the first Xianyuan cavalryman. With a flick of the shaft, the man was thrown from his horse.

Blood splattered on his white robe, but he neither wiped it off nor looked at it.

the second.

As the scimitar slashed down, Wei Zhao sidestepped, parried the blade with the shaft of his spear, and swept it backhand—the spear struck the man's neck.

With a dull thud of bones breaking, the man tumbled off the horse.

The third and fourth.

The white wax spear unleashed a series of rapid, dazzling strikes, each so fast that its trajectory was impossible to discern.

Wherever the spear tip passed, Xianyuan cavalrymen fell from their horses in droves. Some had their chests pierced, some had their arms severed, and some didn't even have time to scream before being trampled over by the Wei family cavalry surging up from behind.

With the blessing of the Great Dao Floating Pagoda Technique, Wei Zhao's attributes have already surpassed those of a first-grade cultivator. Every assassination attempt is swift and decisive, without any unnecessary movements.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

The Xianyuan cavalry were no match for them.

They were not facing a commander, but a sophisticated killing machine.

Even ordinary Xian Yuan soldiers couldn't withstand a single spear thrust from Wei Zhao. Occasionally, a few brave warriors would charge forward with knives, but they wouldn't last more than two breaths.

The shaft of the spear deflects the scimitar, and the spearhead pierces through the throat or chest—every shot goes straight for the vitals.

The Wei family's iron cavalry behind Wei Zhao were even more formidable.

This group of people fought their way from Yanmen Pass to Yumen Pass, and then from Yumen Pass to Jiangnan City. Each of them had at least three lives on their hands.

In their eyes, the Xianyuan cavalry were just a group of shepherds on horseback.

Even worse, news of the old lady's death spread throughout the army.

Everyone in the Wei family army, from captains to cooks, knew how the old lady died.

Suicide.

In the main hall, before all the civil and military officials.

He smashed Lu Song's head with a stick, then committed suicide in the Golden Palace.

The Wei family army remained silent.

But as they rode out of the city gate, everyone's hands were trembling.

It wasn't fear, it was hatred.

I was so angry my hands were trembling.

This hatred transformed into the force on the blade, into the unstoppable momentum of the warhorse, and into the uncontrollable roar after the bloodlust had taken its toll.

"kill--"

The roar of 100,000 men drowned out the sound of horses' hooves, the clashing of weapons, and everything else.

The fresh-faced forward was completely crushed in the first round of attacks.

Three thousand cavalrymen were wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour. The remaining ones turned their horses around and ran back, crying and wailing.

When the central army of Xianyuan saw the vanguard retreating, the entire battle line began to falter.

The Xianyuan general leading the troops shouted battle cries and slashed down two deserters with his sword, barely managing to stabilize the situation for a while.

But Wei Zhao didn't give them a chance to catch their breath.

A white wax spear pierced a Korean banner, leaving half a piece of armor still hanging from its tip.

He spurred his horse on, and the warhorse neighed and accelerated, crashing into the ranks of the Xianyuan army.

Anyone who gets in their way is killed; guns shatter everywhere.

The white wax spear twirled and maneuvered in Wei Zhao's hands, thrusting and sweeping left and right, parrying and pressing down.

Each strike carried the brute force of over two thousand, making the Xian Yuan soldiers' iron armor as brittle as paper under the spear.

A centurion from the North Korean army rode a tall horse and blocked the way, holding a round shield about half a person's height, and charged forward while yelling.

Wei Zhao did not slow down.

The spear tip pierced straight into the center of the round shield.

"Bang!"

The round shield split in the middle, and the spear tip pierced through the shield, penetrating the centurion's chest and protruding half a foot from his back.

Wei Zhao drew his spear and moved forward without stopping.

……

On a distant high slope, a Donghu scout sat on horseback, holding a telescope, his hands trembling.

"Wei Zhao... rushed out the door?"

The scout next to him had his mouth agape for a long time.

Their mission was to observe the battlefield, record the troop deployment and tactics of the Wei family army, and report back to the King of Donghu.

But what happened before my eyes was completely beyond my expectations—

Whose strategy for defending a city is to send 100,000 cavalrymen to fight in open fields?

Even more outrageous was the white robe.

He charged ahead of 100,000 men, without even a personal guard, and plunged into the crowd with a long spear.

The surrounding soldiers surged up in layers, only to be knocked away layer by layer.

The scout swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the binoculars stiffly.

"Quickly, go back and report—"