You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

The battlefield unfolded rather slowly, as everyone was fully armored and moving through the snow, stumbling and falling with each step, making it impossible to sprint forward. This resulted in an increasingly tense atmosphere, with everyone practically glaring at each other as they advanced and engaged in combat.

"Maintain formation."

Frontline commander Zhang Zhongsi ordered his officers to wave command flags and continuously adjust their formation in sync with the beat of drums and bugles.

Thus, one by one, gun and shield formations were formed.

Archers on horseback, with their bows drawn and arrows nocked, can maintain a deterrent effect from the highest possible vantage point. This is the difference in organizational skill—a world of difference.

"The back row will act as the forwards, to meet the attack and withstand this wave of offensive."

Now, Etu Khan can only hope that his rear guard, which has suffered relatively few losses and includes a significant number of cavalry units, will not be easily defeated and will have a mobility advantage, perhaps allowing him to break through the lines and escape.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a loud rumble of wheels filled the air; it was a weapon never before heard of: a chariot.

Leading them was Feng Tianyin, who had already circled around and cut off the mountain pass, determined to annihilate this elite main force.

"Damn it, what's that thing?"

Heavy armored vehicles have higher stat bonuses and an advantage in head-on combat. Even disregarding the stats, the heavier and larger units can crush a single cavalryman.

When they are speeding at full speed, the serrated edges on both sides of the wheels are extremely deadly; if you are half-lying down, you will die on the spot.

Blood was spilled along the way.

On either side of the groom were spearmen and archers, who continuously slaughtered barbarian soldiers along the way.

In reality, their killing efficiency wasn't high, but their strength lay in their impact, repeatedly pulling, tearing, and ramming against the barbarian battle lines that had finally begun to close. The Great Qian's chariots, led by Feng Tianyin, charged and reaped victory after victory, invincible in their attacks.

Every time she thrust her spear out, someone was killed.

Swift, accurate, and ruthless, without exception, the blow pierces the throat, the top of the head, or even the face; a single strike is certain death.

A padlock, right?

Seeing is believing; the High Priest's martial arts skills were beyond imagination.

The chariots circled and compressed, their weight and power allowing them to move swiftly across the snow, and they were the first to break into the barbarian mid-line.

The outer perimeter crumbled at the first touch of the charge led by Feng Tianyin.

Then she loosened her grip on the reins and looked at the large group of people gathered in the center.

Even under the protection of his guards, Etu Khan saw that gaze. They met each other's eyes from afar, deep and mysterious. They seemed to hold many secrets, but more than anything, they were otherworldly beautiful eyes, devoid of any spirit.

He couldn't help but shiver in the dead of winter.

At this moment, Feng Tianyin's spear was pointed at the very core of the central formation. All the warriors of Daqian instantly focused their gazes on it, as if it had become tangible. A mountain-like pressure fell on their hearts, causing even the Khan's personal guards to waver.

"Kill him."

The emotionless command ignited a passionate roar, and the entire army began to charge forward, crushing everything in their path.

A Khan's head must be priceless, and the riches of his military exploits are unimaginable.

The fierce and powerful army pressed in like an overwhelming tide.

The relatively loosely organized barbarian soldiers on the periphery immediately collapsed. Those who were not of any real strength could not pose a threat. In the face of a well-organized and efficient army, it was tantamount to fighting against overwhelming odds. Individual heroism could not make waves on the battlefield, at least not now.

Within a few breaths, the Daqian army had already surrounded Etu Khan and his personal guards.

I am the fish on the chopping block.

The situation was clear, even to Etu Khan, who was surrounded by his personal guards and the few remaining elite troops.

Centered on their group, the entire Daqian army charged across the mountains and plains.

"kill! "

The warriors who were originally lying in ambush on the hillside simply took advantage of the situation and rushed down. Some even rode their horses with their swords drawn, and the sheer force of the impact sent the barbarians who tried to stop them flying and unconscious.

He most likely fainted; in this weather, fainting would almost certainly mean death.

Looking down from the hillside, it seems as if the Great Qian flag is standing upside down, like a three-dimensional encirclement. Where is the only way out?

sky.

But as everyone knows, there is also the Heavenly Way in the heavens, and the Heavenly Way always protects the people of Daqian.

They were forced to retreat, until they had nowhere left to retreat. The ground trembled, the hillside roared, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, blurring their vision. All they could see were cavalrymen and chariots starting to circle around.

Those familiar with grassland hunting will understand.

This involves continuously narrowing the encirclement, exerting constant psychological pressure on the target, and gradually eroding its perimeter.

It's like carefully peeling an orange, revealing the flesh little by little.

"Break through immediately!" Ertu Khan roared. "These bastards don't think we're easy to mess with. Success or failure, we must attack outwards. A desperate fight offers a sliver of hope. We'll charge north. Are you ready?"

"To live and die together."

The reply was still loud, which added a touch of regret to his heart. These personal guards were related by blood and were the only remaining core of his force, but he probably couldn't keep them.

However, the other elite soldiers, who were also in dire straits and prepared to fight to the death, calmed down a bit.

"I'll lead the charge; only that way can we fight our way out—"

He took the lead as soon as he finished speaking.

With overwhelming momentum, Etu Khan wielded his battle axe, sweeping it across the battlefield and instantly knocking down the Daqian warriors before him. He spurred his horse forward, unstoppable. Emboldened by this initial victory, the following barbarian tribes followed suit in their charge.

Naturally, many friendly soldiers' bodies fell along the way, but that's the nature of the adventure.

Wait, why are the enemies actively dispersing?

Rather than calling it a three-way split, it's more accurate to say that they changed formation and stayed close to the breakout team, avoiding a direct confrontation with their impact and instead using a tactic of grinding them down from the edge. He was truly a master; his reaction was incredibly fast.

Etu Khan glanced at Zhang Zhongsi in the distance, who was holding a command flag.

"It's you."

In his eyes, this commander had exceptional military skills and was a formidable enemy. Why didn't he attack?

He charged forward with doubt in his heart, only to find a rider in red robes and silver armor blocking his way—it was none other than Feng Tianyin.

"The High Priest himself has come? Let me see."

Etu Khan responded with a spear thrust like a dragon, aimed straight at his face. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged by turning his head. But at the same time, a sweeping attack followed, leaving him no choice but to parry. With a crisp clang, the force was so great that his hands went numb.

"Whoa!"

The equally fierce warhorse crashed into Feng Tianyin's mount, causing the latter to sway unsteadily.

The owner was wobbling and staggering, as if he had no balance and couldn't find a foothold; his riding skills were truly appalling.

She's not good at riding mechanics, but she's skilled in martial arts.

The steel spear swung away, piercing the ground, and the black-and-white-haired girl sprang up like a pole vaulter, landing a foot on Etu Khan's shoulder in mid-air. The sudden attack caught him completely off guard; his face filled with shock, and he lost his balance, falling from his horse on the spot.

Pfft!

His own fall wasn't the problem; the real issue was that the entire formation immediately lost its leader at the forefront. The army, which had charged forward with all its might, suffered a setback, and the core guards had to retreat to defend.

The guards roared and charged at the commander of the Daqian army, but Feng Tianyin, who was armed with dozens of long spears, was unharmed.

An invisible barrier blocked the weapons.

The barbarian warriors who witnessed this scene were almost in despair. Could this be the protection of heaven?

it is true!

The agents of the mortal world are worlds apart from real mortals; even touching them is forbidden, and the chasm between them is insurmountable.

Regardless of their thoughts, Feng Tianyin continued her pursuit.

Meanwhile, Etu Khan on the opposite side scrambled back a few steps, regaining his footing only to find that the area was completely surrounded, with the Daqian army on one side and his personal guards fighting desperately to protect him on the other.

However, the guards' line was torn apart the next moment.

The leader of the team was none other than Shen Xingyao, whose only notable achievement besides Feng Tianyin was his role in leading the charge on the front lines.

The blessed hero tore through the once impenetrable guard with all his might.

Bang, bang!

As his troops charged forward, with barbarians falling from their horses and dying one after another, the destructive power of the charge was gone, and everyone was surrounded.

"You will all die here."

Feng Tianyin's icy words delivered the verdict, and then the spear bypassed the battle axe's parry, piercing straight into Etu's abdomen. His armor shattered instantly, as fragile as paper before the steel spear's armor-piercing power. It pierced flesh and twisted violently, blood gushing forth.

It was already the dead of winter, and the loss of blood made one feel cold all over.

The surge of adrenaline made him forget the pain, and he focused solely on unleashing his full power in the biting cold.

Boom!

All that responded to me was a dull reaction force; my opponent simply raised his spear and lightly flicked it away, demonstrating exceptional martial arts skills even without the protective layer around him.

The strongest warriors, who were among the best on the grasslands, failed to land a single attack; all their attacks missed their mark.

They fought bravely, but to no avail.

In an instant, everyone moved away. In this temporary arena, the furious Etu Khan used all his skills, including heavy slashes, hacks, and even a series of exquisite variations such as thrusting, chopping, and sweeping, but all of them were blocked.

Amidst the flying sparks, Feng Tianyin precisely deflected each attack.

She not only possesses information on various time-tested combat techniques, but also reflects the combat style that Xia He had recently demonstrated.

She calmly and collectedly resolved each issue.

In contrast, Etu Khan was panting heavily. As his movements quickened, he lost too much blood from his abdominal wound, grew colder and slower, and in a daze, the white snow in his vision turned into a dark expanse...

Exhausted, he knelt on the ground, only able to look up at Feng Tianyin as she stepped forward with her spear.

"Gentlemen, it seems the credit for killing the Khan belongs to me."

Unfastening the bronze belt around her waist, she grabbed the Khan's head with one hand and pierced his throat with her weapon with the other. With a flick of her wrist, she severed his head, and blood gushed out!

"Congratulations, High Priest!"

The Great Qian Army responded to Feng Tianyin's victory with a sense of pride and celebration, which was truly inspiring.

At the same time, the personal guard was completely disintegrated. Without a leader, they could not maintain their organization and were completely crushed by the assault team led by Shen Xingyao. In addition, Zhang Zhongsi also commanded the entire army to wipe out the remaining barbarian elites.

Normally, such a decisive battle would lead to a desperate struggle, resulting in a life-or-death battle that would further increase the losses of the superior side.