I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Commander Yang's feet touched the ground firmly.

That feeling is completely different from riding on horseback.

A feeling of upward force rising from the ground traveled up his leg bones and spread throughout his body.

He gripped his halberd, adjusted his stance, and loosened his wrists and shoulders.

Then he took a deep breath.

He saw the Hun cavalry regrouping.

They thought that without horses, the Qin cavalry would be like tigers without teeth.

They are wrong.

I feel more at ease now that the horses are gone.

When fighting on horseback, he was always concerned about whether his warhorse could withstand the violent impacts and turns.

He dared not swing the halberd too fast or too fiercely.

They dared not pull the reins too hard when making an emergency change of direction.

They dared not make any overly violent movements in close combat.

Although that warhorse was a top-quality military horse.

But its bones and flesh are ultimately mortal.

It cannot withstand the pull and pressure of a Yuan Tu realm cultivator using their full strength.

He had to conserve his strength in every intense confrontation.

One cannot unleash all that immense strength.

Now that the horse is gone, what does he have to worry about?

Commander Yang gripped the shaft of the halberd with both hands, his body slightly lowered, his knees bent, and his legs pushed off the ground, making him look like a tightly compressed spring.

Then he sprang out.

His figure left a blurry afterimage in the twilight.

The halberd drew a broad arc beside him.

The sound of the halberd blades mingled with the cacophony of the battlefield.

He charged into the ranks of the Xiongnu cavalry that were closing in.

His body spun, causing the halberd to sweep out horizontally.

The halberd encountered almost no resistance when it sliced ​​through the chest of the first warhorse.

The warhorse's forelegs buckled, and it fell forward.

The cavalryman on horseback was thrown off, tumbling twice in the air before crashing to the ground.

The second and third horses followed one after another.

Commander Yang did not slow down, nor did he stop.

His halberd in his hand was like a huge, spinning iron wheel.

Each turn drew a wide cutting line around it, and everything within that line was reduced to fragments.

In just a few breaths, the Xiongnu cavalry went from surrounding the enemy to being driven away.

The gaps in their formation are widening.

The people behind hadn't figured out what was going on in front.

He was swept along by his retreating comrades and forced to retreat.

More and more horses fell to the ground, lying haphazardly all over the place.

The Qin cavalrymen on the ground seemed to have been freed from their shackles.

They all strode forward and charged into the chaotic enemy ranks.

They were already incredibly strong.

One must always restrain one's strength when riding.

They dared not unleash their full power.

Now that my feet are firmly on the ground, the world is vast, and I have no worries whatsoever.

The sound of the wind generated by the swinging of long weapons was enough to make the ears of the approaching Xiongnu cavalry buzz.

Some cavalrymen's weapons finally gave way after several rounds of fierce slashing, and the iron shafts broke in the middle.

Without hesitation, he casually tossed the broken half of the stick aside.

He grabbed the front leg of a warhorse and exerted force with both arms.

He swung the warhorse, which weighed several hundred pounds, around in the air.

The enormous body spun around above his head.

It slammed hard into several nearby Xiongnu cavalrymen.

The warhorse's body made a dull cracking sound upon impact.

The bones shattered under the immense impact, and bits of flesh and bone mingled together and scattered through the air.

The remains of the warhorse that he used as a weapon were also smashed to pieces after being swung around several times.

He casually discarded it and grabbed another Xiongnu cavalryman.

Before the man could recover from his shock, he was grabbed by the leg and swung away.

It crashed into the crowd beside it, taking with it a string of scattered figures.

The Qin cavalry went completely berserk!

The Xiongnu cavalrymen began to panic.

What they saw far exceeded anything they had ever experienced in any of their previous battles.

Those Qin cavalrymen, without horses, were even more ferocious and unstoppable than when they had them.

They were like a group of demons unleashed.

Running, swinging, and colliding on the ground.

Every step carried a power that instilled a fear that seeped into your very bones.

Some were used as weapons and thrown at others in turn; some were grabbed by the legs and thrown away; and some were overturned along with their horses.

The scene on the battlefield resembled a slowly rotating meat grinder.

Each rotation stirs up a new layer of debris.

Those fragments were once the bodies of men and horses.

All that remained were scattered, indistinguishable fragments.

The Xiongnu commander sat on his horse, watching helplessly as his cavalry unit went from siege to rout in the short span of an incense stick's time.

He saw those Qin cavalrymen grabbing warhorses weighing hundreds of kilograms with their bare hands and wielding them like the wind.

They saw them throwing Hun soldiers into the crowd like stones, knocking many down.

They charged into the enemy ranks unarmed, as if they were in an empty field.

The burning light in those eyes completely shattered his last shred of composure.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to give some order to stabilize morale.

But it felt like something was blocking my throat, and I couldn't make a sound.

What else could he say?

Tell his soldiers not to be afraid.

Tell them that the Qin cavalry were already exhausted?

He himself didn't believe those words.

He suddenly turned his horse around, squeezed its flanks with his legs, and galloped wildly back the way he had come.

The Hun cavalrymen behind him who were still able to move saw him flee.

Their last shred of morale collapsed at that moment.

They all turned their horses around and followed him, fleeing the battlefield.

They urged their warhorses on, each vying to be the first to move.

They were only thinking about running as far as they could, and no longer cared about formation or formation.

Commander Yang stood in the center of an open space covered with scraps of flesh and severed limbs.

Covered in blood, the blade of the halberd was adorned with bits of flesh and fragments of armor.

He saw the commander's banner receding into the twilight in the distance.

He did not hesitate.

He took off and chased after him.

His body left a trail of afterimages on the ground.

Each step crushed the grass roots and soil beneath my feet, sending sand and gravel flying through the air.

He ran faster than an ordinary galloping horse.

The flag that had been gradually shrinking in sight is now slowly growing larger again.

The routed soldiers he encountered along the way didn't even have the right to dodge him.

The halberd swept across from left to right.

They then cleared out three or four cavalrymen in a straight line.

The warhorse and rider were both thrown away by that force.

No one could stay in his presence for more than a moment.

The centurion turned around and looked back, his face turning deathly pale.

He saw the blood-soaked figure approaching at a breathtaking speed.

The figure was still dozens of feet away from him.

But the sound of the wind he created as he ran was already chasing after him from behind the horse's tail.

The commander urged his warhorse on with all his might.

He kicked the horse's belly hard with the tip of his boot and whipped its rump with the back of his knife.

Urged on by its master, the warhorse charged forward like a madman.

Its four hooves flew, almost causing it to fall apart.

But the legs behind him kept getting closer and closer.

He could hear the rhythm of the person's footsteps as they ran.

Each step was heavy, striking his heart again and again, shattering his courage and composure bit by bit.

When there were only a few feet left to go.

Commander Yang slammed his left foot on the ground, using the momentum to launch himself into the air.

His body stretched out in the air, crossing that final distance.

He raised his halberd high with both hands, pressing all his weight and strength onto the iron weapon.

The halberd blade pointed downwards, carrying a tremendous inertia as it cascaded down from mid-air.

It slashed down at the figure in front of it that was desperately trying to escape.

"Give me your life—"

The blade of the halberd carried the force of the falling sky.

It landed precisely on the Xiongnu commander and his warhorse.

It ran through the body of the commander and his horse from top to bottom.

In that instant, the horse and the man's bodies split open from the middle to both sides.

Minced meat and bones flew everywhere under the impact.

Commander Yang landed back on the ground, kneeling on one knee.

The shaft of the halberd trembled slightly in his hand.

Blood was still dripping from the halberd blade, flowing down the grooves of the shaft onto his hands.

He stood up, drew his halberd, and turned to look at the scattered remnants of the Xiongnu army behind him.

Those grassland riders who were once known as archers were now desperately fleeing in all directions.

Without turning back, he didn't even have the courage to look back.