My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

However, Sun Xiang quickly suppressed his shock and gritted his teeth.

Nothing.

It's just that the turtle shell is a bit hard.

That thing was big and heavy, weighing at least several hundred pounds on one side. It could be used to block arrows, but it couldn't be picked up and used as a mobile shield.

As long as the elite troops charge through the enemy's arrow barrage and engage in close combat, they can still kill the miscellaneous soldiers hiding behind them!

He took a deep breath and shouted sternly, "Stop firing!"

The flag officer immediately waved the flag, and the humming of the bowstring abruptly stopped.

"Pass on the order!" Sun Xiang shouted sharply, his sword flashing forward.

"Elite troops! Charge!"

"Go and kill those cowards! Get that shield back!"

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

Such a good thing should be used by them!

The five thousand elite soldiers in the front row responded in unison, their roar shaking the heavens.

They were all dressed in identical black armor, the plates reflecting a cold, hard light in the sunlight.

This armor was forged from "new iron" and fought its way from the East Sea to the Northern Border. It was impervious to swords and arrows and had never encountered an enemy.

They had absolute confidence in this armor.

"kill--!"

The heavy footsteps shook the earth, and a black torrent, carrying an aura of crushing everything, surged toward the city gate of Fangzhou.

On the city wall, the archers' bowstrings were still humming, and the rain of arrows fell on the charging elites, making a crisp clanging sound before bouncing away.

Five thousand elite troops were unharmed, and their charging speed did not decrease in the slightest.

As Sun Xiang rode on his horse and watched this scene, a smile returned to his lips.

Yes, that's it!

Charge in, kill them all, and take back all those shields!

……

modern.

Lin Ye looked at the dense, rushing black torrent on the TV screen, and his expression instantly became somewhat strange.

"No..." He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly.

"Didn't they brag about how amazing these people were before? Their formations were superb, their strategies flawless, and they just charged straight in like that?"

He put down his teacup, picked up the teapot to fill it, and then leaned back on the sofa.

He shook his head and let out a sneer.

"Isn't that practically a free gift?"

……

On the battlefield, Wang Meng stood on the city wall, looking at the black torrent surging below, and clenched his fist slightly.

Those elite troops are indeed formidable.

Their swords could cut through iron like mud, and their armor was impervious to blades and spears.

Previously, he would only choose to defend, not attack.

But now—

Things are different now!

Wang Meng raised his hand and ordered in a deep voice, "Stop firing arrows."

The sound of bowstrings on the city wall suddenly stopped.

"send troops--"

As the city gates opened, even more soldiers poured out in formation.

They were also wearing old cloth armor and holding the same dusty iron rods in their hands.

But there was no fear in anyone's eyes, only the exhilaration of finally being able to vent.

Wang Meng's gaze fell on the steel bars in the hands of his soldiers, and the fire in his eyes flickered.

"Let these bastards see what they're made of—"

The lingering sound was carried away by the wind, finally transforming into a deep, angry roar:

"What! This is the real divine weapon!"

……

Sun Xiang had already reached the front of all the remaining soldiers, watching as more and more Northern Border soldiers poured out of the city gate instead of fleeing.

Seeing that they actually took the initiative to meet that group of elites, he was first stunned, then sneered.

court death!

Those five thousand elite soldiers wore new iron armor that was impervious to swords and spears, and carried new iron swords that could cut through iron like mud.

And what about the soldiers from the North?

Ragged armor, thin iron rod.

What can we use to fight?

As they swept through, those so-called righteous armies and rebels were always routed at the first touch when they encountered those elite troops.

"Since you all want to die—"

Sun Xiang narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up again.

He waited to see the thin iron rods being cut in half and the soldiers being beheaded.

……

The two torrents collided violently in front of the city gate.

The elite soldier at the forefront gripped his sword with both hands, the blade drawing a gleaming silver arc in the air as he cleaved down with all his might towards the enemy in front of him!

He was using a new iron broadsword. With one strike, not only would that thin iron rod be cleaved in two, but even the thickest shield of the Great Flame would be split in two.

The person on the other side didn't dodge.

He didn't even take a step back.

He simply gripped the dusty steel bar with both hands, held it horizontally in front of him, and met the powerful blow.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening bang of metal colliding exploded.

The elite soldiers' sinister smiles hadn't even had time to fully bloom—

"Click!"

The knife broke.

The broken blade flew into the air, and dense cracks spread out from the broken point.

The soldier stared blankly at the half-broken hilt of his sword, his pupils suddenly dilating.

How is that possible?!

Before he could even react, the undamaged steel bar rapidly magnified before his eyes—

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded.

The steel bar slammed into the armor on his chest.

That new iron armor, impervious to blades and spears and never having suffered a defeat, instantly dented a deep pit in front of the steel bars!

The elite soldier was like a kite with a broken string, his feet leaving the ground as he was forcefully slapped several meters away.

He fell backward to the ground, mouthfuls of blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes wide open, dying without ever understanding what had happened.

And this is just the beginning.

More sounds of steel clashing rang out, followed by the invariable sounds of swords shattering and screams of agony.

The elite soldiers' swords and blades shattered and flew everywhere when they struck the steel bars, sending fragments of iron flying in all directions.

Those seemingly insignificant thin iron rods, with each fall, brought a dull thud and a piercing scream.

One by one, the imperial army's elite soldiers were sent flying.

Some had sunken chests, some had their arms twisted at bizarre angles, and some landed motionless without even struggling.

Those once invincible and agile elite soldiers were like paper and straw in front of these iron rods, completely powerless to fight back!

Swords and blades are useless.

You can't win even with your bare hands.

this--

How am I supposed to fight this?!

Sun Xiang, still on horseback, felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He watched helplessly as those elite forwards were swatted away like flies in the very first encounter.

Those new iron swords that could cut through iron like mud all broke and flew away when they hit those thin iron rods!

His pupils contracted sharply, his mind went blank, buzzing.

How could that be...?

How is that possible?!

That's brand new iron!

It is new iron that has been tempered countless times and is so impressive that even the best blacksmiths in the Great Flame are amazed!

That's it...

Sun Xiang suddenly came to his senses, a chill ran up his tailbone, making him shiver.

We can't keep fighting like this!

If this continues, all five thousand elite troops will perish here!

He practically shouted it out:

"Form ranks—!!!"

Flags were waved wildly.

"Everyone, form ranks! Form ranks now!!"

It was he who was careless.

He assumed that the other party had given up resistance because they were holding an iron bar, and that he could simply charge in and crush them.

He clearly had some brilliant military tactics and formations, but he didn't use them immediately because he underestimated the enemy!

Sun Xiang clenched his back teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

As long as he forms a formation—

We'll definitely be able to grind those bits of trash into powder!