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

Before the scout could turn his horse around, an even louder roar came from behind.

That sound came from the direction of the city gate—the infantry formation of the Wei family army had also moved.

Fifty thousand heavily armored infantrymen were pushed out of the gate, their iron armor stretching as far as the eye could see, their shields pressing down on the ground, each step they took was so synchronized that it looked as if they were walking as one person.

The Xianyuan Central Army had just been half-scattered by the cavalry and hadn't even had time to regroup when the iron wall pressed down on them.

Wei Zhao did not stop.

He fought his way through the vanguard of the Xianyuan army and into the central army. His white wax spear was already covered with broken armor and flesh, but the force in his hand did not diminish in the slightest.

A Xianyuan centurion, wielding a two-handed broadsword, lunged from the side, the blade whistling as it slashed towards Wei Zhao's head.

Wei Zhao didn't even turn his head.

The spear shaft was thrust upwards to block the blade, and with a sudden flick of the wrist, the white wax spear used the spin to send the broadsword flying.

Before the centurion could react, the spear tip had already pierced through his Adam's apple and embedded itself in his collarbone.

Wei Zhao drew his spear, swung the butt of the spear back, and struck a Xianyuan infantryman who rushed up next to him in the face.

The man's face was slapped so hard it was twisted, his mouth was full of blood and foam, and he fell backward.

Wei Zhao had only one word on his mind right now—kill.

The old lady's will was pasted to her chest, the ink on the paper still carrying the smell of rough Xuan paper.

Those words burned in my heart; every enemy I killed was like pouring oil on that fire.

The white wax spear thrust out again.

This shot was faster and more ruthless than the previous one.

The spearhead pierced through the center of a North Korean flag, penetrating both the flagpole and the flag bearer, causing both the man and the flag to fall to the ground simultaneously.

The flag fell.

The formation on the left flank of the Xian Yuan central army wavered slightly.

On the battlefield, a flag is not just a piece of cloth; it represents direction, military orders, and proof that "there are still people in charge of you."

As soon as the flag fell, the Xian Yuan soldiers in that area instantly lost their center.

Some people started looking back, some started hesitating, and some slowed down.

Wei Zhao's warhorse charged through them, his white robe splattered with dark red bloodstains, yet his back remained ramrod straight.

Xian Yuanbing looked at him, with only one thought in mind—this is not human.

……

On the high slope behind the Xianyuan army.

Xiao Guanyin rode on the brown horse without saying a word.

She watched the entire process of Wei Zhao's charge from beginning to end.

From opening the city gates to piercing through the vanguard and then shattering the central army.

It wasn't about brute force; every shot was calculated—which spot to stab, which route to take, and which direction to cut into the heart of the formation—all the work of seasoned veterans.

She grew up in the Xianyuan army, watching tribal warriors fight from a young age, and also witnessed the Donghu cavalry charging into battle.

No one can compare to the person in front of them.

This conclusion wasn't reached the moment Wei Zhao rushed out.

From the moment King Xianyuan accepted the sheepskin letter from the Donghu, Xiao Guanyin foresaw this day.

Two hundred thousand troops—that sounds intimidating.

But how many of those soldiers are actually elite?

Thirty thousand or forty thousand?

What about the rest?

He was a herdsman who was grazing sheep on the grassland just half a month ago, a slave who was driven to the battlefield by a tribal chief with a whip, and a commoner who had never even worn iron armor or held a spear.

These people have no desire to fight.

They hadn't even warmed their swords before going to the battlefield. How could you expect them to stop 100,000 Wei family cavalry who had marched from the Northern Rong to the Southern Man, stepping over the corpses of foreign tribes along the way?

Xiao Guanyin turned her head and glanced at the Xianyuan King's banner in the distance.

Her father was still riding that gray horse, his fur cloak billowing in the wind.

The old man's face had lost its earlier excitement.

Instead, there was a frozen sense of bewilderment.

Xiao Guanyin felt a tightness in her chest.

For decades, Xianyuan was sandwiched between the Donghu and the Great Wei.

The nation's strength was gradually drained by both sides. Good iron mines were seized by the Donghu, and good pastures were taken by the Wei people, leaving only barren wasteland and starving herdsmen.

Over the years, Xianyuan has barely managed to stay afloat, relying on hedging its bets on both ends—

When the Donghu were strong, they sided with the Donghu; when the Wei were strong, they sided with the Wei. Like a snake in a crack, they twisted and turned, only seeking to survive.

Living like this for too long will make you feel weak in the knees.

Now, Father wants to use this spineless coward to break through the iron wall of the Wei family army?

She had just finished thinking those words in her mind—

A greater commotion than before arose on the battlefield ahead.

The cavalry on the right wing of the Xianyuan army began to turn around.

It was not an orderly retreat.

It's running.

The first to run were the herdsmen soldiers who had been forcibly conscripted.

They even threw away their spears, grabbed the reins and retreated, two people squeezed onto one horse, three people clung to one horse, some didn't even bother to ride the horse, they just jumped off and ran on their own two legs.

A Korean executioner, wielding a curved sword, stood in front, shouting hoarsely, "Anyone who dares to retreat will be executed!"

Before he could finish speaking, a fleeing cavalryman rode right over him.

The horse's hooves crushed his breastplate and broke his ribs.

The executioner twitched twice in the mud, then remained still.

No one turned to look at him.

With the right flank collapsing, the central army followed suit.

Several North Korean generals were still desperately trying to suppress the unrest; some drew their swords and cut down deserters, while others rode their horses to block the road.

But the number of deserters is increasing.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands—they all converged into an unstoppable torrent.

The faces of those herdsmen soldiers were filled with fear. They weren't afraid of death; they were terrified by the bloodthirsty killing intent emanating from the Wei family army cavalry.

The Wei family army's cavalry did not slow down when they arrived.

We will not surrender, we will not be captured, and we will show no mercy.

The knife slashes down, the spear thrusts forward, and the horse's hoof tramples down—all in one fluid motion.

Ahead was a hundred-man squad from the Xianyuan Plains, who were arranged in a relatively orderly shield formation in an attempt to resist.

The Wei family army's cavalry charged five paces in front of the shield formation—not by going around them, but by crashing directly into them.

The momentum of the armored warhorse knocked the wooden shields, along with the riders, flying away, and the shield formation shattered instantly.

The Wei family cavalry, following behind, poured in through the gap, their scimitars and spears reaping every struggling Xian Yuan soldier.

"It's changed! It's changed!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

A thousand-man squad on the left wing of Xianyuan suddenly changed direction and charged toward their commander.

Before the general could react, he was surrounded by his own soldiers.

The leader, a tall, thin man, roared with a ferocious expression, "I'm not fighting anymore! If you want to fight, go ahead and do it yourself!"

The curved blade slashed down.

The general screamed and fell off his horse.

The mutineer squad of a thousand men dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground with their hands raised.

But no one came to accept their surrender—the Wei family army's cavalry roared past them without even glancing at them.

It's not that we can't see it, it's that no one has the mind to stop.

The rear guard's formation has completely collapsed.

The 200,000-strong army, which had been fighting for less than half an hour, scattered and fled like an anthill that had been crushed.

……

Under the banner of Xianyuanwang.

King Xianyuan sat on his horse, his scimitar suspended in mid-air, neither lowered nor retracted.

His mouth was open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Two hundred thousand troops, now as fragile as paper, have been shattered!

Helian Cuo rode up to the side of Xianyuan King, his ever-present smile completely gone, replaced by a layer of ashen gray.

"His Majesty."

Xian Yuanwang did not react.

"His Majesty!"

Helian Cuo raised his voice.

"If we don't leave now, the vanguard of the Wei family army will be upon us!"

Xianyuan King finally moved, looking at Helian Cuo with bloodshot eyes.

Helian Cuo gritted his teeth.

"Withdraw first, preserve our main force, and we'll deal with the rest later."

Xiao Guanyin, riding her brown horse, coldly gazed at the battlefield ahead and let out a long sigh.

"What a pity."

The three words were spoken very softly.

"These two hundred thousand men of Xianyuan."

She glanced at Helian Cuo, then looked towards the direction of the Wei family army in the distance.

"With the old matriarch gone, every soldier in the Wei family is filled with resentment. They will not hold back in this battle."

She paused for a moment.

"Of these 200,000 people, I'm afraid not many will make it back alive."

After he finished speaking, the entire hillside fell silent for a moment.

Xianyuan Wang suddenly turned his head.

His face turned a deep purplish-red, and the veins in his neck bulged out.

"Xiao Guanyin!"

Xiao Guanyin did not move.

King Xianyuan rode his horse two steps closer to her.

"You disrupted morale before the battle! I tolerated it!"

"Now that 200,000 troops have been routed, you're still spouting discouraging words!"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"Do you really think—I wouldn't dare kill you?!"