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"Fire! Firefighting!"

Inside the camp, screams and curses mingled together, creating chaos.

Sparks whipped up by the strong wind landed on the leather tent, instantly igniting more flames.

On a dry winter night, the fire spread far faster than anyone imagined. In the short time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, half of the camp was engulfed by billowing smoke and towering flames.

Many of the barbarian soldiers, driven out by the heatwave and thick smoke, were not even wearing leather armor. They ran around shirtless in the snow, trying to find water, only to find that the wooden buckets used to hold water had long been frozen solid.

Xu Qingshan coldly observed the chaos before him, his blood-stained steel longsword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Hold your ground! Heavy infantry, form ranks and chop these rats to pieces!"

Amidst a furious roar, a heavily armored barbarian lieutenant general, accompanied by fifty or sixty well-equipped guards, forcefully slashed aside a frightened warhorse and approached Xu Qingshan with a murderous look on his face.

The lieutenant held a heavy double-edged axe and was covered in cold-forged scale armor, which gleamed with a dark, cold light in the firelight.

He knew very well that as long as he killed the group of arsonist rats, the riot would be mostly quelled.

"Stop them!"

At the deputy general's command, the guards behind him immediately raised iron shields as tall as a person, forming an impenetrable shield wall, and rolled forward like a bulldozer.

Rows of sharp spears protruded from the gaps between the shields.

This is the barbarian's proudest heavy infantry advance tactic, which is almost unstoppable on flat ground.

"Form ranks and hold on!" Zhou Laoqi roared.

Fifty elite warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty quickly tightened their formation, with the swordsmen and shieldmen in the front row holding their shields firmly in front of them, and the spearmen in the back row gritting their teeth, preparing to meet the impending violent impact.

boom!

The two steel defenses collided in the firelight, producing a series of metallic scraping sounds and the cracking of bones.

The immense impact caused the Great Qian soldiers' defensive line to collapse instantly. Several swordsmen and shieldmen in the front row groaned, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, but they still held their shields firmly, refusing to retreat even half a step.

"Fire!" Hou San and Xiao Qi, who had retreated to the second line, seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger of the repeating crossbow.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A dense barrage of steel short arrows flew over their heads, raining down on the barbarian shield formation behind them.

These short arrows, specially crafted by Bai Zhi, possessed extremely strong penetrating power. Although they could not pierce heavy armor, many arrows still managed to slip through the gaps in helmets and armor, accompanied by a series of piercing screams.

But that's not enough!

The barbarian lieutenant hid behind the shield formation, using his great axe to deflect incoming arrows while loudly urging his guards to continue advancing.

He realized that the Daqian soldiers were outnumbered, and that if he could break through this defensive line, he could crush them into mincemeat.

At the stalemate, Xu Qingshan made a move.

Instead of standing at the front with the soldiers, he used the cover of fire and smoke to quietly circle around to the flank of the barbarian shield formation like a nimble cheetah.

That's the weak point where the shields connect.

"break!"

Xu Qingshan let out a deep, thunderous roar, his surging blood and qi being pushed to their limit at this moment.

The terrifying explosive power of a martial artist was poured into the fine steel longsword in his hand without reservation.

Intermediate sword technique, Mountain-Splitting Style.

With a sharp whooshing sound, the blade, gleaming with a ghostly blue light, slammed heavily into a bread tower shield located on the flank edge with an unstoppable momentum.

when!

A piercing metallic clang rang out.

That sturdy tower shield, strong enough to withstand the thrust of an ordinary spear, was like a fragile wooden board in front of the fine steel longsword forged by Bai Zhi using the "Hundred Forging Method," and was actually cleaved in two feet long!

The barbarian soldier holding the shield felt a sudden, intense numbness in his hands, his tiger's mouth split open, and the enormous recoil made him scream in pain, involuntarily taking half a step back.

This half-step created a fatal gap in the otherwise perfectly sealed shield formation.

"Follow me and kill!"

Without any hesitation, Xu Qingshan flashed forward, cutting into the enemy formation through the gap like a fish.

The steel longswords spun in the firelight, forming deadly arcs.

Xu Qingshan did not attempt to directly confront the heavy armor. His blade, like a viper's tongue, specifically targeted the barbarian soldiers' vital points—armpits, necks, and knees—that were not covered by the cold-forged armor.

puff!puff!

The sound of blades piercing flesh was continuous.

Within a few breaths, four or five barbarian guards collapsed in pools of blood, clutching their bleeding throats.

Xu Qingshan's solo charge was like a red-hot dagger plunged into butter, instantly disrupting the barbarian deputy general's proud shield formation.

"court death!"

Upon seeing this, the barbarian deputy general's eyes widened in fury.

He pushed aside the guards blocking his way, gripped the heavy double-edged axe tightly with both hands, and with the force of a thunderbolt, brought it down on Xu Qingshan's head.

A strong wind blew in their faces; if this axe blow landed squarely, it would be enough to split a person and the snow on the ground in two.

But Xu Qingshan did not back down.

His combat instincts, honed on the brink of life and death, allowed him to keenly detect the trajectory of the falling axe.

Just as the axe blade was about to touch his hair, Xu Qingshan suddenly slid his foot and twisted his body to the left at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

boom!

The axe slammed into the snow, splitting a deep trench, sending mud and ice shards flying everywhere.

The old forces have been exhausted, and the new forces have not yet emerged.

This is the biggest weakness of heavy weapons.

Xu Qingshan's eyes were cold and sharp. Using the momentum of his sliding steps, he pressed forward and instantly closed the distance between himself and the deputy general.

Instead of retaliating, he thrust his longsword forward, striking the lieutenant's wrist joint.

"Ugh!"

The lieutenant winced in pain, and his grip on the great axe involuntarily loosened for a moment.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opening, Xu Qingshan flicked his wrist, and the steel longsword drew a sharp, crescent-shaped flash of cold light in mid-air, cutting from bottom to top into the gap less than two fingers wide between the lieutenant general's helmet and breastplate.

The white blade enters, the red blade exits.

The sound of a blade slicing through a carotid artery was clearly audible amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

The barbarian deputy general froze abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at the not-so-robust young man from the Great Qian Dynasty before him.

He tried to raise his hand to cover his neck, but scalding blood still gushed out from between his fingers like a fountain.

His massive body swayed twice before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud.

With the death of the deputy general, the barbarian guards, who were already in disarray, completely lost their fighting spirit.

"The lieutenant is dead! The lieutenant is dead!"

Terrified screams echoed through the sea of ​​fire.

"Iron Bull, break the formation!" Xu Qingshan drew his long sword and shouted.

"kill!"

Iron Bull brandished his double axes and charged into the enemy ranks like a mad bear, hacking down the barbarian soldiers who had lost their command and were beginning to flee.

Zhou Laoqi and his men also charged forward. The fifty elite warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty swept away this last resistance force like autumn leaves in the wind.

Xu Qingshan ignored the fleeing barbarian soldiers and instead focused his gaze on a huge fence on the west side of the camp.

That was the horse pen of the Black Wolf tribe's main camp.

Because the fire had not yet fully spread to this area, the hundreds of warhorses in the stable, though restless, did not scatter and flee.

"Hou San, take some men and knock down the fence!" Xu Qingshan pointed to the horse pen and gave the order decisively.

"Okay!"

Hou San responded excitedly and immediately led more than a dozen soldiers to rush over. They cut through the wooden fence of the stable and untied the reins of the horses.

"Hah!"

Driven by the soldiers, hundreds of fine steppe warhorses burst out of their stables in fright, letting out deafening neighs.

"Everyone, mount up! Each person, take two more horses!"

Xu Qingshan leaped onto the tall horse he had ridden and grabbed the reins of two unclaimed warhorses.

Fifty soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty nimbly mounted their horses. Although some of them were a little rusty at riding, driven by their will to survive, they clung tightly to the horses' necks.

Flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

The entire Black Wolf tribe's frontline supply camp has been transformed into a living hell.

"withdraw!"

Xu Qingshan pulled on the reins, and the warhorse let out a long neigh.

Fifty cavalrymen, driving over a hundred captured warhorses, broke through the crumbling wooden palisade of the enemy camp like a whirlwind, galloping away and disappearing back into the dark night filled with swirling snow.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground, and a raging inferno that seemed to reach the sky...