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

Wei Zhao sat on his white horse, the white wax spear in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground.

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the gun, splashing onto the frozen ground and leaving a small patch of dark red.

He looked at the corpse of Junya Shigeru on the ground, and without hesitation, dismounted.

He drew his sword from his waist and brought it down with a swift motion.

He held a bloody human head in his hand.

Wei Zhao remounted his horse and raised the head, which was still staring blankly into death, high in the air.

The morning wind carried a strong smell of blood, causing his plain white robe to flutter loudly.

"Shigeru Inuyasha is dead!"

Wei Zhao's voice wasn't loud, but his physique of 105 allowed it to penetrate the noise of the battlefield and reach the ears of everyone around him clearly.

After a brief silence, the Wei family army camp erupted in thunderous cheers.

The Northern Rong people were plunged into utter despair and silence.

Wei Zhao did not let the cheers last long.

He held the severed head aloft, his gaze sweeping over the group of Northern Rong remnants who were stumbling around like headless flies, his eyes as cold as ice.

Military texts say that when besieging an army, one must leave an opening.

Pushing the enemy into a corner and leaving them no way out will only arouse their ferocity and cause unnecessary casualties to yourself.

This is common sense that any general who has studied military strategy would understand.

But Wei Zhao was unwilling to give them a way out.

He wanted to kill the gods. He wanted to establish his authority.

He wanted the entire northern border, and even those bastards as far away as the capital, to know that the Wei family army had not only not fallen, but had instead become a group of man-eating demons.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

Wei Zhao's voice boomed across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable coldness.

"Surrender is not accepted!"

"Leave no survivors!"

"Annihilate the enemy forces!"

The air around them seemed to tremble as these three commands were issued.

Military orders that defy common sense.

But looking across the entire battlefield, from the high-ranking generals to the lowest-ranking taxi drivers, not a single person stood up to object.

On the city wall.

The old lady leaned on her iron cane, looking down at the white-clad figure holding up a severed head, her withered lips pursed slightly.

Annihilated.

It's easy to say, but it takes lives to do.

Although the 500,000-strong Northern Rong army has collapsed, even a rabbit will bite when cornered. If they are truly driven into a corner, the Wei family army will inevitably suffer more casualties.

But the old lady did not speak up to stop it.

In her cloudy old eyes, however, shone a heartfelt sense of relief.

Zhao'er understood.

The Wei family no longer needs a righteous army or a cautious approach to military strategy.

The Wei family needs a complete massacre, to use the blood of the foreign race to dye that tattered Wei banner red once more.

"Alright." The old lady uttered a single word softly, loosening her grip on her cane slightly.

The Wei family now has a leader.

In the center of the battlefield.

Liu Jingshuang and Huo Qingluan, who were a dozen steps apart, heard Wei Zhao's order.

The two women exchanged a glance.

Huo Qingluan's icy face remained expressionless as she silently turned her horse around.

She ignored Wei Zhao and headed straight for her heavily armored army formation.

Since the goal is to annihilate them all, the 50,000 heavily armored troops are the most solid outer shell of the meat grinder; we must not allow the Northern Rong people to break through even a crack.

As Liu Jingshuang watched Huo Qingluan's retreating figure, a faint smile curved her lips.

The third son's wife has completely accepted her brother-in-law.

She withdrew her gaze, gripped the white wax spear tightly with both hands, and her phoenix eyes swept over the Northern Rong cavalrymen who had been forced into a corner and were now drawing their swords and fighting desperately.

"Did you hear what the coach said?"

Liu Jingshuang's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a bloodthirsty excitement.

"Leave no one alive!"

"kill!"

She spurred her horse's flanks, and the black warhorse shot off like an arrow, plunging once again into the enemy ranks.

Twenty thousand elite cavalry followed closely behind, like a pack of black wolves that had smelled blood.

In the infantry formation at the very front.

Wang Ergou held the large shield tightly in his hand, the muscles in his shoulders trembling from excessive force.

On the opposite side, three starving Northern Rong soldiers were frantically hacking at his shield with their scimitars.

"Wei dogs! Get out of my way!" A Northern Rong soldier roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot.