You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

"Damn it, she really has divine protection!"

Ge Mo gripped the broken gun in his hand in disbelief, gritting his teeth.

In the brief moment they brushed past each other, he thrust his spear with all his might, only to have it blocked by an invisible force emanating from Feng Tianyin, leaving his hands numb. Then, with a twist of her bronze-colored hand, she snapped the spear in two.

The other half flew out and struck an unfortunate city-state soldier, who fell from his horse and was trampled to death.

She didn't even bother to pay attention to the enemy's commander, treating him as if he were invisible. Her fundamental tactical objective was to kill as many of the enemy's highly mobile elite troops as possible.

General?

No matter how talented you are, your skill level will plummet when your subordinates are reduced to a bunch of new recruits.

Feng Tianyin even wished for one thing to happen:

"Sir, quickly reorganize the formation."

Ke Rong repeatedly warned that Ge Mo had no choice but to regroup his troops around his personal guards, which played right into their hands. As soon as there was any sign of them gathering, the gray-haired girl would lead her troops to attack.

Because of her invincibility, the Daqian army followed her and charged forward.

The result was a decisive victory against overwhelming odds. Wherever the sword was wielded, men and horses were torn apart, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and no one could withstand a single blow. No matter how hard they struggled and resisted, they were all reduced to corpses under the iron hooves of the dragon banner.

The one who killed the most was Feng Tianyin. She could wield a long spear in one hand and a bronze shard in the other, and her sweeping attacks sent corpses flying everywhere.

That wasn't an attack; it was more like a gust of wind sweeping by.

Seemingly fierce, she actually maintained a rhythm, with her leading the high-speed mobile team constantly circling around her.

This is nibbling away.

Even in open field environments, encirclement battles can occur, and these often involve a minority surrounding a majority.

Or rather, the coalition forces, having suffered too many losses, no longer possessed numerical superiority, and the situation was clearly one-sided.

Chapter 50 The High Priest Has No Heart

"Provide support as planned."

When the battle reached a stalemate in numbers, Deng Kaixuan immediately led his reserve forces out of the city gate and systematically formed battle formations to intervene in the battlefield.

A significant portion of them belonged to infantry, but the key lay in the timing of their deployment.

Both humans and horses get tired and get injured.

High-intensity combat, with everyone fully armed, has significantly sacrificed endurance. Now, their stamina is halved or even exhausted, and even their warhorses are finding it difficult to maintain a high-threatening charge.

Just right.

Even infantry, or even the garrison at Green Valley Pass, could fight under the command of someone like Deng Kaixuan.

The long spear formation split into smaller units, blocking the battlefield from four directions.

"Don't act rashly, maintain a posture of pressure."

The battlefield was in complete chaos, with people's brains turned into dog brains, but he remained calm and did not act rashly.

The psychological pressure from the infantry encirclement was actually more important, as were killing a few enemy soldiers who were occasionally squeezed out, supporting one's own cavalry and receiving the wounded, while gradually moving closer to the center.

There might even be a sharpshooter who can kill someone with a single, unexpected arrow.

pressing.

—This is Deng Kaixuan's mission: to continuously shrink the encirclement of the battlefield.

From the perspective of the city-state alliance, the brutal close-quarters battle taking place so close to their doorsteps, and they could only watch helplessly as Feng Tianyin slaughtered everyone in her path, with no hope of victory in sight.

At this moment, the surrounding area was also completely dark.

Doesn't that mean we've lost all hope of escaping? Can we even go back?

Although they were known for their mobility as light cavalry, they felt no sense of security regarding their speed at this moment, and their hearts were pounding with anxiety.

Morale has wavered.

The astute Ge Mo had already realized that command had failed and orders were being delayed. Everyone looked fearful, their morale was low, and their discipline had vanished. Anyone can play well when things are going smoothly; it's the pressure of playing under pressure when things are going badly that really shows skill, and they clearly weren't up to it.

Moreover, he was physically exhausted, his limbs were weak, and he could no longer unleash a high-intensity attack.

Everyone's physical strength has also dropped to a certain threshold.

Except for her.

On the battlefield, none was more vigorous than Feng Tianyin. She alone tackled only the toughest challenges from beginning to end, invincible and unstoppable. Wielding a long spear, its cold light flashed, she slew countless enemies.

Her martial arts skills were truly astounding; every thrust she made was delivered at a tricky angle, leaving only a fatal wound to the enemy's vital points before she vanished.

There are no superfluous movements; it is as precise as a machine.

The personal guards, centered around Feng Tianyin, were all battle-hardened elites, and they still had the stamina to fight. Their morale boosted the morale of the Daqian army, making them fight with increasing ferocity, their sharpness still shining even after traversing mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"General, should we retreat?"

Finally, Ke Rong made his suggestion, and upon hearing it, Ge Mo immediately nodded in agreement:

"Retreat! It'll be too late if we don't leave now! Break through!"

At his command, he rallied his remaining forces one last time, sending his personal guards as the vanguard to charge westward.

Without needing further orders, the allied forces, witnessing this scene, understood immediately and, maintaining their formation, sped away at full speed. However, the Daqian army relentlessly pursued, relentlessly chasing the rear of the column.

not enough.

Feng Tianyin's anticipated results are not yet complete and cannot be easily let go.

The gray-haired girl's resolute pursuit caused the entire elite force to regroup like a tide, closely following behind as they launched another rapid attack.

"A brilliant move, managing to reorganize after the chaos of battle."

Even Ge Mo, as an enemy, couldn't help but admire it.

Normally, an army is lucky to have one chance to organize itself in a battle. Once it gets to the chaotic stage, it has to fight to the death with no room for maneuver. But the discipline of the Daqian army is so strong that it can regroup, which is terrifying.

But he had no time to be surprised, because he had to face the obstacle to breaking through: the phalanx of spearmen.

"Loose the arrows!"

At Deng Kaixuan's command, arrows rose from the square formation, whistling as they landed on the enemy's charging front ranks. Those who fell from their horses stirred up a cloud of dust, shaking the formation.

"Everyone stand shoulder to shoulder, stand firm, and grip your spears tightly."

"The enemy's warhorses aren't getting enough speed with their running start, and their stamina is almost gone. We can win. What's your answer to me?"

He roared at the very front of the formation:

"Victory is certain."

The next moment, Deng Kaixuan drew his sword and joined his soldiers in fighting off the allied forces attempting to break through. In an instant, warhorses crashed into spears, some falling, some dying, dust flying, and the sounds of wailing ghosts echoing through the air.

At this moment, he killed two fallen cavalrymen, but felt a strong gust of wind behind his head.

Turning around, he was met with a ferocious-looking enemy: "I will avenge my brothers—"

click!

The avenger froze, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, staring in disbelief at a bronze weapon piercing his chest—it had been thrown.

In the end, he fell off his horse in frustration.

Almost simultaneously, Feng Tianyin, who was passing by, casually took the weapon from the corpse and looked down at her subordinates with her usual cold gaze: "Get on this guy's horse and follow him. We should press our advantage and pursue the enemy to the bitter end."

Then, the rustling red battle robe flashed past.

"Thank you, High Priest, for saving my life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Deng Kaixuan mounted his horse and charged forward with his pursuing comrades.

After paying a heavy price, the light cavalry finally broke through and arrived at the outer edge of the battlefield. Ge Mo, who was in charge, looked around and found that only one in ten of them were still alive.

He gave a wry smile.

"They're still chasing. It seems they can't go on without someone covering their retreat."

“I’ll fight them. You’re the general, you should go first.” However, Ke Rong’s suggestion was interrupted by raising his hand.

“You are younger, and you are more valuable because you have the ability to maintain the unity of the city-state. In contrast, I am old, and since I won’t live much longer anyway, I might as well die on the battlefield.”

After saying that, Ge Mo gave a look, and several of his confidants escorted Ke Rong away at full speed.

The rest of the people changed direction.

The young man turned back, looked at their retreating figures with unwavering resolve, and then disappeared into the vast and mighty procession led by Feng Tianyin…

"I've been wanting to see what you're capable of for a long time."

Ge Mo's longsword flashed with a cold light, but the gray-haired girl deftly parried with her spear, striking the weak point of the lever with a precise "ping," causing the longsword to slip from her hand.

He was shocked. How could his weapon, which had been with him for many years, be knocked down? Was he too old and negligent?

"You don't need to think."

A clear and pleasant voice rang in her ears. Feng Tianyin caught the long sword with one hand, and with her waist and body as the axis, she suddenly turned and the sharp edge swept across!

In the final moment, the allied generals saw only a white light that obscured their vision!

Her every move was too fast and too tricky.

lost.

After a few breaths, Ke Rong vaguely saw what might not be real:

The gray-haired girl, her armor soaked in blood, wiped her forehead, revealing even brighter purple eyes. She lowered her spear, raised a head, and instantly the entire arena erupted in cheers.

She glanced at Coron one last time, a terrifying indifference that would be unforgettable, as if he were oblivious to mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Does the high priest have no heart?

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[Image: Feng Tianyin's concept character design 2]

Chapter 51 Armed Missionary Work is Fast (Please Read On)

"Sir, aren't we going to send men to pursue them?"