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As night deepened, the howling wind whipped snow from the cliffs on both sides of the Wolf Fang Road into the air, creating billowing white mist in the dim valley.

Two miles away, in the main camp occupied by the Blackwater Tribe and the Snow Wolf Tribe, the heavy sound of bull horns tore through the deathly silence of the wind and snow.

Inside the main tent, the commander, Hei Kui, slammed his scimitar into the table, his face as gloomy as ice frozen for a thousand years.

The signal horn at the first wooden shed on the outer perimeter was lost, and the log frame at the second half-mountain pass was burned to ashes by a great fire. None of the thirty-odd barbarian soldiers stationed there survived.

This is definitely not something an ordinary scout could accomplish.

However, after a brief outburst of rage, little panic appeared in Hei Kui's bloodshot, fierce eyes; instead, a cruel sneer flashed across them.

"The mountains were blocked by heavy snow for eighty miles, and the knee-deep snow made it impossible even for a pack of wolves to pass."

Blackie drew his scimitar from the table, wiped the grease off the blade with his rough thumb, and coldly swept his gaze over the centurions in the tent:

"Those cowardly Han Chinese officials and soldiers inside the pass would never be able to muster a large force to venture deep into Langya Ridge in such heavy snow. At most, those few stray dogs who escaped from Jubei Fort have gathered a few dozen reckless hunters or vagrants, hoping to seize the pass under cover of darkness!"

A centurion from the Snow Wolf tribe stepped forward, his voice menacing, and demanded, "Commander, since they've come here courting death, let's gather two hundred cavalry and crush them into mincemeat!"

"idiot!"

Hei Kui snorted coldly, the tip of his knife pointing at the terrain map of Wolf Fang Ridge hanging on the tent wall:

"The terrain of Langya Road is narrow and cramped, making it impossible for cavalry to maneuver effectively. Since they think they're so clever and want to sneak up, then I'll prepare a grave for them from which they can't escape!"

Hei Kui extended his thick finger and pointed heavily at a narrow pass on the map called "Two Mountains Pass":

"Pass down the order!"

"Take the initiative to withdraw all the guards on the third stone beam, deliberately leaving an unobstructed path for them to escape, luring these Han soldiers deep into the passage between the two mountains!"

"Move all eight of the tribe's remaining heavy boulder positions up the cliffs on both sides, and stockpile frozen boulders and logs. Once their main force has entered the valley, block them from the front and back, then unleash a barrage of rocks and grind these dozens of bastards into a bloody pulp!"

"Yes, sir!" Several barbarian centurions shouted in unison, and went to carry out the order.

……

At this very moment, in the middle section of Langya Road.

Xu Qingshan led sixty elite cavalrymen from Zhenbei, who had already abandoned their horses and were advancing quietly down the narrow stone steps.

The soldiers were all dressed in white snow-proof robes and wore specially made barbed iron shoes, making each step on the solid ice as steady as a rock.

Xu Qingshan stood in the shadow of the stone wall, and with a slight thought, the system sandbox deep in his mind had already silently unfolded.

On the sand table, the three-dimensional terrain of Langya Ridge is clearly visible.

Two miles directly ahead, in a narrow crevice, dozens of red dots that were originally densely marked on the front of the stone path are now silently retreating; while on the steep mountain ridges on both sides of the canyon, which are more than thirty feet high, hundreds of deep red markers representing enemy ambush troops have gathered.

"Centurion, something's not right."

Ah Man, who had gone ahead to scout, quietly slipped back through the crevice in the rocks, his face calm as still water, but his eyes flashed with the sharp glint of a hunting dog that had seen through a trap:

"The third pass ahead should have been guarded by more than ten barbarian soldiers. But when I went up to check, although the campfire on the stone pass was still burning, all the guards had left. The snow on both sides of the stone path showed signs of being dragged and slid by a large amount of heavy objects, all leading to the top of the cliffs on both sides."

Zhou Laoqi stroked his short beard and sneered, "These prairie wolf cubs aren't stupid. Knowing that the second line of defense has been lost, they've decided to put on a show of a collapsed defense line, trying to lead us down the path they've set up."

"This is a standard pocket formation."

Xu Qingshan examined the "two-mountain pass" on the sand table, which resembled a pair of double-edged scissors, his expression calm, a cold, sharp glint appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"The path between the two mountains is a hundred feet long, with hanging rocks overhead and a deep ravine below. It is indeed a natural killing field. Hei Kui thought that we only had a few dozen people and were in a hurry to get to Jubeibao to rescue people, so he would definitely travel at full speed along this seemingly unobstructed stone path."

Xiao Qi, crouching to the side, gripped his hornbow tightly and whispered, "Centurion, now that we've seen through their ambush, should we launch a flanking attack, or slow down?"

"Slow down? No, we want to move faster and make it even more exciting."

A deep, calculating glint flashed in Xu Qingshan's eyes, and he immediately issued the order to change formation:

"Turning the tables on them."

"Select twenty skilled veteran riders, lead twenty warhorses dressed in white robes, and erect wooden dummy frames covered with straw and old fur coats on the sleds;"

"Tie pine branches to the tails of your warhorses, and charge forward with great fanfare along the stone path at the bottom of the valley, the louder their hooves pound, the better, and the more urgently the horns blow, the better!"

Xu Qingshan turned around and looked at the remaining forty Zhenbei Cavalry Death Squad members beside him:

"The remaining forty men all changed into grappling hooks and climbing ropes, and followed me across the side path to climb up the stone beams on the side and rear of the enemy's ambush position."

Xu Qingshan's tone was as cold as iron:

"Since Hei Kui went to such lengths to pile up so many boulders and logs on the mountaintop, then we'll push these stones down for him!"

……

Deep in the valley, the wind howled.

Above the canyon between two mountains, on the edge of towering cliffs, more than a hundred barbarian soldiers from the Blackwater and Snow Wolf tribes lay prone in snowdrifts.

Dozens of massive stone-storing rafts had their bottom wedges pried open, and were piled high with heavy, millstone-like frozen boulders and thick logs. Thick hemp ropes were taut on the wooden stakes, ready for the enemy troops below to fall into the trap.

Hei Kui himself lay prone on the eastern cliff top, his bloodshot eyes piercing through the wind and snow, staring intently at the narrow passage below.

A moment later.

From a bend in the deep valley below, a sudden burst of rapid, chaotic sounds came from the snow-covered ground and the crunching of cart axles!

Amidst the wind and snow, more than twenty figures of cavalrymen clad in white robes could be vaguely seen, escorting several white sleds laden with supplies as they hurriedly galloped forward along the narrow stone path. Their hooves kicked up clouds of snow, occasionally punctuated by the low shouts of the Han soldiers.

"They're here! These traitors really fell for the trap!"

A centurion from the Snow Wolf tribe, his face contorted in a grimace and his eyes gleaming with cruelty, whispered to Black Kui, "Commander, release the stones!"

Hei Kui stared intently at the figures below entering the heart of the canyon, watching as the group was completely surrounded by cliffs on both sides, a bloodthirsty pleasure appearing in his eyes.

"Cut the rope! Release—!!"

Hei Kui suddenly swung down his curved blade, roaring violently!

"Snap! Snap!"

The barbarian soldiers on the cliff top swung their axes and cleaved the thick leather ropes securing the raft!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of rafts overturned at the same time, and hundreds of huge rocks weighing thousands of kilograms and thick, hard frozen logs, carrying terrifying kinetic energy like the collapse of mountains and the splitting of the earth, roared down the vertical cliffs on both sides that were tens of meters high!

At the same time, dozens of barbarian archers leaned out, their powerful bows drawn to their full extent, and a dense barrage of wolf-tooth heavy arrows transformed into a black waterfall of death, cascading down into the valley!

The valley trembled, and the accumulated snow collapsed.

The massive boulders, accompanied by a rain of arrows, shattered the entire passage between the two mountains, turning it into a turbulent sea of ​​broken stones.

however.

The expected screams of Han soldiers falling to their deaths and their flesh turning to mud did not echo amidst the deafening roar of the collapse.

As the swirling snow and dust gradually dissipated, the barbarian soldiers on the cliff top peered down, but the sight before them caused their ferocious smiles to freeze instantly.

Deep in the valley, beneath the shattered sleds, what was revealed were not the corpses of Han soldiers, but empty wooden frames studded with arrows, and rotten straw mats and tattered quilts scattered by boulders!

As for the twenty warhorses, they had been hit in the rump by several hidden arrows just before the stone formation collapsed, and they were startled and ran wildly forward, crossing the danger zone.

"Empty?! Completely empty?!"

Hei Kui's heart trembled violently, a chilling coldness shooting up his spine to the top of his head: "Where are they?! Where are the Han soldiers?!"

Just as this group of barbarian ambush soldiers were gripped by fear and confusion—

Above them, on the even higher and steeper side ridge, a desolate and powerful horn sound, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, suddenly broke through the air!

"Waaaaah—! Waaaaah—!!"

The horn sounded high-pitched and clear, carrying the iron-blooded fighting spirit that only the Zhenbei Iron Cavalry possessed, and it resounded through the mountains of Langya Ridge!

Hei Kui looked up in horror.

Just a few dozen steps above, on the highest ridge, stood countless Zhenbei Army warriors clad in black iron armor and white robes!

Xu Qingshan stood tall, his hand resting on his long sword, his black cloak billowing like a dark banner in the raging mountain wind.

He looked down at the chaotic barbarian ambush below, his deep eyes gleaming with a coldness like that of millennia-old ice. His clear, cold voice carried slowly through the wind and snow, each word like a knife:

"Since they like blocking the road."

"Then let them...block it all to their heart's content!"

Before he finished speaking, the forty elite Zhenbei cavalrymen behind Xu Qingshan stepped forward in unison, their steel spears and thick crowbars simultaneously plunging into the base of the last giant stone storage site reserved on the cliff top!

This was originally a reserve position for the Blackwater Army, which was built to guard against unforeseen events in the rear and had piled up hundreds of massive stones weighing tens of thousands of kilograms. However, it was captured by the Zhenbei Army with an absolute height advantage!

"rise--!!"

With a roar, Zhou Laoqi's veins bulged, and forty strong armored soldiers exerted their strength in unison, prying open the main shaft mechanism!

"boom--!!"

Hundreds of massive boulders and thick logs, frozen together by the cold winter, were pulled by gravity and, with an even more violent and powerful force, crashed down on the ambush platform where the barbarian soldiers were stationed below and the Wolf Fang Road forward camp behind them, like a tidal wave crashing down!

"Get out of the way! Back up!"

The barbarian soldiers were terrified, and their shrill screams echoed across the narrow mountain ridge.

But this time, they had nowhere to hide.

The entire mountain ridge was only a few dozen feet wide. The boulders rolling down from the sky were like the iron wheel of death, crushing dozens of barbarian archers on the platform, along with their bows, into the ice and snow. The sound of bones breaking was continuous!

A large number of heavy boulders swept down the hillside and landed precisely on the front camp of the Blackwater tribe below.

Tents were smashed and torn apart, campfires were extinguished by rubble, and frightened warhorses trampled wildly among the rocks. In an instant, the once formidable Wolf Fang Road Forward Camp was plunged into a massive chaos of flames and overturned horses!

Amidst the howling debris and dust, Zhou Laoqi, gripping his heavy sword, roared at the top of his lungs, channeling all his pent-up fury into a thunderous cry that echoed across the entire Wolf Fang Ridge:

"The Northern Garrison draws its sword! Slaughter all the barbarian dogs—!!"

This roar, mixed with the deafening sound of rocks shattering, echoed back and forth in the canyon.

Hei Kui scrambled to his feet from the pile of rubble, wiping the blood from his face. As he listened to the howling that shook the mountains, his ferocious pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

On this sheer cliff and deep abyss, he heard for the first time, truly and clearly, that name that struck fear into the hearts of all the tribes of the grasslands—

The Northern Army is here!