After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Jiang Yan raised her finger and placed it on the No. 3 outpost.

"I'll take the legion."

There was a moment of silence inside the tent.

The generals exchanged bewildered glances, while Pei Xiao's brows furrowed in dismay.

"A thousand men?" he said gruffly. "Outpost No. 3 is situated in low-lying terrain with no natural barriers. Sirius will send at least two thousand men to besiege it. How can you hold out for two days with only a thousand men?"

"We definitely can't hold out by force." Jiang Yan pointed to the terrain around the No. 3 outpost. "There's only one road leading into this low-lying area in front of the No. 3 outpost. The sides are gentle slopes, and the weeds are taller than a person. It's also very dry."

He paused for a moment: "Use fire. When their vanguard squeezes into the depression, set fire to both sides. You don't need to burn many people, just disrupt their formation."

Tu Shan Jing's eyes lit up.

"Go on."

"A fire attack can only delay one wave." Jiang Yan pointed to the back of the gentle slope. "This slope is suitable for digging pits. Dig them in advance behind the slope. Once the fire is over, they will definitely pass over the slope when they regroup and advance. The pits are not for killing people, but for separating their vanguard and main force."

He drew two lines on the map.

"Once the vanguard falls into the pit, I'll lead a flanking attack to wipe out their forces, then immediately retreat back to the outpost. This back-and-forth will buy us at least a day."

The generals inside the tent exchanged glances.

Pei Xiao stroked his tiger whiskers and said in a low voice, "I've fought half my life, and this is the first time I've ever seen this kind of fighting. Using fire to scare people, using pits to divide the troops, and then running away after the battle."

Tu Shan Jing went through Jiang Yan's plan from beginning to end, then asked, "The garrison at Outpost No. 3, plus your thousand men, totals less than 1,200. How long can they hold out?"

"Two days," Jiang Yan said. "Reinforcements will arrive within two days, and the outpost won't be lost."

Tu Shan Jing's lips slowly curved into a smile as he tapped the map with his fingers.

"Everyone says humans are clever, I didn't believe it before." He looked around at everyone in the tent, "And you?"

The generals looked at each other and stood up one after another.

"Let's do it this way."

Jiang Yan stepped out of the main tent and gave the order to assemble.

Before long, his training ground was filled with people.

The thousand-strong army was arranged in ten hundred-man square formations, completely silent.

Jiang Yan ascended the command platform, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the demon soldiers before him.

Standing at the front row was his original ten-man squad, which included several members of the original C-class battalion, tent number seven.

Now they are centurions, each leading a hundred men.

Lu Fa stood on the left, and Tu Shanye stood on the right.

"We're going to Outpost Number Three," Jiang Yan said without further ado. "Sirius has sent at least two thousand men to attack. We're going to defend it, not to die."

"I've led you in battle for a year, and you all know that I have only one rule in warfare: follow orders and don't act on your own. I never use human lives to pay for things." He paused. "This time is no different. Come back alive, all of you. Do you understand?"

The entire training ground was silent for about three seconds.

Then the roar of a thousand people exploded at the same time, shaking the flags at the edge of the training ground.

"I understand!"

……

It was getting dark when we arrived at outpost number three.

The garrison commander was a veteran of the Bear Clan. He saw the troops carrying the Jiang-character flag from afar on the watchtower, and their voices carried down before they even descended the tower.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

He had been guarding this place for half a month, and every day he could see Sirius's scouts loitering in the distance. His mental state had long been stretched to its limit.

Only when he saw the thousand-strong army lined up neatly behind Jiang Yan, and saw the Jiang-character military flag fluttering in the night wind, did his tense shoulders slowly relax.

"Commander Jiang." He saluted, his voice a little hoarse. "The 160-strong garrison at Outpost No. 3 is all at your disposal."

"You've worked hard." Jiang Yan took the outpost deployment map and scanned it by the light of the torch. "Let the brothers get a good night's rest. We'll take over tomorrow."

That night, Jiang Yan's army began to deploy defenses.

The oil was buried along the gentle slopes on both sides of the depression, and the pit was dug behind the slope using official techniques, covered with thin wooden boards and loose soil.

Two hundred archers lay in ambush in the grass on both sides of the slope, camouflaged with dry grass, crouching motionless in the wind.

The next morning, a scout came to report.

Sirius has amassed a large army, which has set off in batches to various outposts.

No fewer than three thousand are heading towards Outpost No. 3.

When Lufa heard the number, he cursed under his breath.

"Three thousand against one thousand, boss," Lufa whispered.

"I know," Jiang Yan said.

The message from Outpost No. 3 was simultaneously relayed to the other outposts via scouts.

Pei Xiao stood on the wall of the No. 2 outpost, looking at the gray-yellow horizon to the north, his brows furrowed.

He muttered to himself: "Jiang Yan, you'd better hold on."

Tu Shan Jing received a message from a scout in the central command tent and sighed.

Jiang Yan faces much more pressure than other outposts.

The difference between one thousand and three thousand is not comparable to that between two thousand.

Hopefully, that kid's brain will work as well as it did before.

……

The three thousand wolf riders appeared on the horizon just as dawn was breaking.

The gray-white wolf fur gleamed coldly in the morning light, the scimitars stood like a forest, and the sound of horses' hooves pounding the frozen earth made the ground tremble.

The leader was a wolf general, whose late-stage Golden Core aura was undisguisedly displayed, and the warhorse he rode was a full half a head taller than ordinary wolf riders.

Mo Duo, the main vanguard commander of the Tianlang army, fought against Tushan for more than ten years and never lost a battle.

His only comment on Outpost No. 3 was: "If we can't take it within a day, I'll admit defeat."

The three thousand wolf riders paused briefly at the entrance to the depression.

Mordo squinted as he looked at the seemingly calm depression ahead and the gentle slopes on both sides.

It's too calm.

But then he thought of his own forces: three thousand. According to the scouts, the opposing garrison could not exceed fifteen thousand at most.

With twice the enemy's strength, what can an ambush do?

He raised his hand, the blade pointing forward, and three thousand wolf riders surged into the depression.

When they reached the middle of the depression, Mordo suddenly smelled a very faint scent.

It's kerosene.

He realized it instantly.

But it was too late.

On the gentle slopes on both sides, Jiang Yan formed a hand seal with one hand, and a beam of red light shot out from his palm.

Official Techniques – Fire Control Techniques.

Flames shot out, splitting into dozens of fire dragons in the dry grass, igniting both sides of the depression in the blink of an eye.

The kerosene ignites instantly when it comes into contact with fire, and the tall, withered wormwood burns like a pile of firewood doused with oil.

The wall of fire pressed down from the gentle slope toward the center of the depression, billowing thick smoke.

The wolf riders' formation was thrown into chaos instantly.

The warhorses in the front row were startled and neighed, and the cavalrymen spurred their horses and crashed together, while those in the back row continued to charge forward, only to be blocked and squeezed into a heap by those in front.

Although no one was burned to death, the three-thousand-man charge formation, separated from the fire wall by a deep trench, had gradually broken apart.

Mordo's pupils contracted slightly, and he roared as he ordered a retreat.

It took nearly half an hour to regroup the scattered team.

On the outpost wall, Lu Fa excitedly slapped Tu Shanye on the shoulder.

"It's cancelled! It's really cancelled!"

Tu Shanye ignored him and continued to stare at the movements of the wolf riders in the distance.

Jiang Yan stood on the watchtower, watching the wolf riders reorganize their formation.

Fire attacks can only buy time; the real battle will begin next.

After reorganizing the team, Mordo adjusted the approach to advance.

The army was divided into three routes. The main force, led by the commander himself, advanced from the front, while five hundred men on each of the left and right flanks bypassed the gentle slopes, intending to encircle the outpost from the sides.

Jiang Yan saw the wolf cavalry split into three groups from the watchtower, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Right in the middle.

The trap he had set up beforehand was located behind the gentle slope.

Five hundred men on each flank circled the slope and ascended it. The vanguard stepped onto the seemingly flat earthen slope, but the ground suddenly sank in.

The thin wooden planks could not withstand the weight of the wolf riders and collapsed with a crash.

The first rank of wolf riders fell into the pit along with their horses, and the rank behind them couldn't stop in time and followed suit. Screams and neighing mingled together, and dust flew everywhere.

With both flanks blocked simultaneously, Mordo's encirclement plan was ruined before it even began.

"Now!" Jiang Yan leaped down from the watchtower, drawing both swords from their sheaths.

Two squads prepared behind the slope simultaneously launched an attack, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the pit to flank the confused enemy forces.

Arrows rained down from the top of the slope, and the remnants of the right flank were cut off and surrounded in the chaos. Before they could even react, more than three hundred of them were wiped out.

Mordo's main force in the middle did not receive support from the flanks.

When he advanced to the outside of the outpost's perimeter, he found himself greeted by a heavily armed shield wall. Jiang Yan's army was in full formation, with shield bearers in front, spears protruding from the gaps, and archers with their bows set up on the wall.

Mordo quickly realized that this time he was not facing ordinary guards.

This legion has been leading him by the nose.

But there was no turning back.

The left and right wings were destroyed, and behind them was a crater where the fire had not yet completely died down.

He stared at the human boy standing at the very front of the shield wall, gripping his scimitar tightly.

Jiang Yan stepped out of the formation, two swords in hand.

Mordo looked at the human walking towards him, then at the two swords in his hands, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Jiang Yan." He squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth.

That year, the name spread rapidly within the Sirius Army.

Burning grain supplies, defeating the vanguard, annihilating the entire detachment, and killing late-stage Golden Core cultivators while defending a pass – these achievements were brought back by the routed soldiers and fermented into a series of uncontrollable discussions within the Tianlang Army.

Mo Duo was cautious. He had studied Jiang Yan carefully and knew that his sword moves were unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

But when we actually faced them, I realized I had underestimated them.

The two swords, one bright and one dark, one thrust straight at him, the other slashing in an arc towards his flank.

The two sword lights intertwined in the air, forming a dense attack net.

After enduring more than a dozen sword strikes, the sword in his hand vibrated and hummed, and his heart sank slowly.

This kid is at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, while I am at the peak.

"The two elements divide the light," Jiang Yan murmured.

The two swords flew from his hands, swirling and slashing in mid-air.

Two streaks of gold and silver light swirled around the blade, leaving two arcs in the night sky as they sliced ​​through Mordo's protective aura.

Mordo swiftly swung his sword to parry, pouring spiritual energy into the blade as if it were free, desperately trying to deflect the exchange of blows.

All his attention was drawn to the two swords.

They didn't notice that Jiang Yan's fingers were moving; what was gathering at his fingertips wasn't sword energy, but another kind of power.

Official Techniques – Earth Binding Techniques.

The frozen, cracked ground beneath Mordo's feet suddenly came to life.

Stones and dirt climbed up his armor, solidified at his joints, locked his knees, and tightened his wrists.

He looked down at the stone locks that had appeared out of nowhere on his limbs, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

What kind of tactic is this?

But there was no time to think about it any further.

Driven by Jiang Yan, the two swords swirled towards him, and without his spiritual energy shield, Mo Duo was pierced through the chest by all three swords at the same time.

Mordo's pupils dilated, and he died without understanding what had happened.

Jiang Yan sheathed her sword, and Mo Duo's body slid down from the rubble, crashing heavily to the ground.

After their commander died, the morale of the Tianlang Army began to decline.

But with more people, the tug-of-war can still continue.

Until dawn the next day, the sound of bugles could be heard in the distance.

Tu Shan Jing's banner appeared on the horizon.

Reinforcements have arrived.

Upon seeing the general's banner, the remaining Tianlang army finally collapsed completely, throwing away their weapons and scattering in all directions.

"Chase!" Jiang Yan wiped the blood off his face and mounted his horse.

The thousand-strong force surged out of the outpost like a tidal wave and caught the tail of the fleeing wolf riders.

More than half were killed, and the rest were all taken prisoner.

Post-battle inventory revealed that Jiang Yan's side suffered only a few dozen casualties.

A great victory! One thousand against three thousand! Not only did we hold out of Outpost No. 3, we almost wiped out the enemy.

The message was carried back to the various outposts by scouts.

Pei Xiao listened from the hilltop, his eyes filled with amazement, then laughed and cursed, "This kid is awesome."

Inside the outpost, the thousand-strong group was resting.

Lu Fa wrapped the knife wound on his arm with bandages and shouted to the side, "Boss! Awesome!" Tu Shanye sat in the corner wiping his knife and smiled, a rare sight for him.

Then everyone around simultaneously raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

"Boss! That's awesome!"