With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

The Northern Han army, relying on its steady tactics, solid formations, and the tacit cooperation among its soldiers honed over a long period, managed to withstand the fierce attacks of two waves of Northern Xiongnu cavalry.

These two offensives, totaling nearly 60,000 men, surged towards the Northern Han defense line like a raging tide, the sound of hooves shaking the earth and the dust rising up obscuring half the sky.

The shield wall and spear formations stood like a forest in front, while archers fired continuously from behind, shooting down wave after wave of enemy cavalry charging at the forefront.

Although the Northern Xiongnu cavalry came with great force, they were unable to break through the well-organized Han army formation.

With each charge, swarms of riders and their mounts were impaled by spears and pierced by crossbow bolts, their blood splattering onto shields and spear shafts, quickly forming dark red streams on the hard, dry ground.

Although several battle formations of the Northern Han army were broken by the attack, the adjacent battle formations did not hesitate at all and immediately filled in laterally to form a continuous defensive line, never giving the Northern Xiongnu cavalry a chance to expand their gains.

The scattered battle formations did not collapse on a large scale under the cold gaze and the intimidating presence of the supervisory team. As soon as a soldier tried to turn and run away, the supervisory team's swords and axes would fall immediately.

Under the officer's stern shouts and personal leadership, they suppressed their fear, quickly reorganized their ranks, formed a temporary defensive circle on the spot, and once again faced the enemy.

Two waves of nearly 60,000 cavalrymen launched a series of fierce attacks, but were ultimately pinned down in the Northern Han army's formation.

They lost their advantage of high-speed charge and were trapped in an impenetrable array of infantry and gunfire, like giant waves crashing against rocks, their strength being gradually dissipated.

Warhorses found it difficult to turn and gallop within the narrow battle lines, and had to dismount or abandon their mounts to engage in close-quarters combat and melee with the Northern Han army.

The sounds of clashing swords, roars, and the muffled groans of the wounded intertwined into a tragic symphony. The plain was thick with murderous intent, and blood mist mingled with the smell of sweat in the wind.

With their unwavering discipline and coordinated formations, the Northern Han army completely halted the advance of the Northern Xiongnu cavalry, forcing them to shift from an offensive to a passive posture, fighting their own soldiers inch by inch within their ranks.

As time went by, the balance of power in the war was gradually tilting towards the Northern Han.

The Northern Han army had a much higher rate of armored soldiers than the Northern Xiongnu, and their ranks were well-ordered, with clear commands and disciplined advances and retreats.

More importantly, the number of warriors and Taoist soldiers in the Northern Han far exceeded that of the Northern Xiongnu.

The harsh living environment of the Northern Xiongnu destined them to have a weak foundation.

The harsh climate and thin spiritual energy of the grasslands and deserts result in relatively few nests, leading to the rampant presence of monsters.

The scarcity of nests leads to a shortage of production-type Dao soldiers, resulting in limited harvests of spiritual plants. This leaves the Northern Xiongnu tribes with scarce cultivation resources, further reducing the proportion of martial artists.

From the very beginning, the rise and fall of each race was determined by the distribution of their lair.

Located at the center of the world, the Tang Dynasty boasts fertile land and abundant spiritual energy, making it the region with the highest density of nests and the easiest place for high-grade nests to be born.

As you move further out to the continent, whether it's the ice fields in the north, the Gobi Desert in the west, or the grasslands in the northeast, the number and quality of nests begin to decline.

This is why the Northern Xiongnu repeatedly invaded the Northern Han from the south.

For them, this was not simply territorial expansion, but a migration concerning the survival and future of their people.

Only by constantly moving closer to the center of the continent can we approach that land with numerous nests and abundant resources, and ensure that future generations are no longer troubled by scarce cultivation conditions and frequent threats from demonic beasts.

Standing in the center of the army, the Left Grand Commandant looked at the battlefield and saw that the two waves of nearly 60,000 Northern Xiongnu cavalry had been firmly trapped in the Northern Han army's formation, mired in a melee between infantry and cavalry, and their momentum was being gradually broken down.

He frowned and turned to look at the Great Shaman Morigen beside him. "Great Shaman, please help break the formation."

Morigen remained calm. "You're too kind, Grand Commandant. It's my duty."

He slowly raised his head, looked at the overcast sky, and proclaimed loudly, "May the Eternal Heaven protect us!"

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, and his robes fluttered in the wind.

Immediately, he led more than thirty shaman warriors behind him, their figures surging like a tide into the trapped cavalry, and together they launched a thunderous charge against the Northern Han army formation.

These thirty-odd shamanic warriors were all at least second-rate martial artists, and among them were three acquired martial artists, including Morigen.

Each of them had a contract with a Daoist soldier, and they cooperated tacitly, forming a highly penetrating blade during their charge.

In particular, the three acquired martial artists, including Morigen, rushed to the forefront and struck out with a palm from afar. Their inner energy was condensed into a tangible substance, transforming into a visible pale golden wave of energy that crashed fiercely into the Northern Han army formation.

The shield-bearing soldier was struck head-on by the immense force, and was thrown back with his shield, crashing heavily to the ground, instantly creating a gap in the battle line.

The other shaman warriors followed closely behind, continuously reaping lives within the formation.

The three acquired martial artists acted as vanguards, causing the Northern Han infantry's defenses to crumble layer by layer in their path. Despite their combined assault with the cavalry, the offensive continued unabated, heading straight for a Northern Han formation of ten thousand men.

The once orderly and disciplined formation of ten thousand men was caught off guard by the shaman warrior's sudden attack. In an instant, a large gap was torn in the formation, and the soldiers were forced to retreat repeatedly by the internal energy and the light of the swords. The defensive line collapsed at the first touch.

With just one attack, the entire formation was broken, and the remaining Northern Han soldiers retreated in panic, leaving behind a mess and corpses.

After breaking through the first 10,000-strong formation, Morigen did not stop. He led his shaman warriors and cavalry forward, heading straight for the next formation.

Their objective was clear: to carve a path through the Han army's battle formation, allowing the 60,000 cavalrymen who had been previously blocked to break free from the entanglement and regain their ability to charge at high speed.

If the Northern Xiongnu cavalry were to charge again, the consequences for the Northern Han army, which had been fighting for a long time and whose formation was gradually becoming chaotic, would be unimaginable.

The exhausted infantry will hardly be able to stop the high-speed cavalry onslaught. At that time, wave after wave of attacks will crash against the shore like giant waves, and the Northern Han defense line will most likely be completely torn apart, beyond any hope of recovery.

This intention was quickly noticed by General Ma Yang, the commander of the central army.

He instantly saw through the Northern Xiongnu's scheme, using the warriors to break through the formation, creating an opening, allowing the cavalry to regain mobility, and launching another deadly charge.

The central army's command flag was suddenly waved.

Almost simultaneously, from the direction of Shuofang City behind them, more than twenty giant birds with wingspans of over ten feet broke through the sky. Their figures, like moving black clouds, appeared against the gray sky and quickly approached the airspace above the Northern Xiongnu cavalry.

The giant bird descended, and figures leaped down like eagles.

Nearly fifty Northern Han warriors descended from the sky, heading straight for the shaman warriors charging ahead.

Leading the charge was an elderly man dressed in gray.

If Liu Zhenghua were present at this moment, he would definitely recognize that this was Ning Wuque, one of the Supreme Elders of the Qingyuan Sword Sect.

Despite being over seventy years old, he was still vigorous and energetic. The long sword in his hand was like a pool of autumn water. With each strike, a three-inch-long, gleaming sword light condensed on the blade, its cold gleam intimidating.

The approaching Northern Xiongnu cavalrymen swung their broadswords and maces, but Ning Wuque simply thrust his sword forward and sliced ​​them away as lightly as cutting butter.

The body of the man and his horse shattered into several pieces the instant the sword light passed by. Only after his figure disappeared into the distance did the remains slowly break apart and scatter on the ground due to inertia.

Upon seeing this, the Great Shaman Morigen immediately leaped forward to meet the attack.

Both were top-tier martial artists who had acquired their skills after birth. When their auras collided, the air itself seemed to tremble.

Sword and saber lights flashed and intertwined around each other, each collision unleashing a blinding brilliance that sent the approaching Northern Han soldiers and Northern Xiongnu cavalry flying and their bodies shattering on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the others were all horrified and retreated, not daring to approach this area of ​​death.

Meanwhile, another martial artist from the Northern Han Dynasty encountered a protector from the Northern Xiongnu, and the two fought fiercely amidst the flashing swords.

Another Northern Xiongnu protector was entangled by five top-tier martial artists from the Northern Han. Despite his best efforts, he was unable to break free.

As the martial artists fought fiercely, the accompanying Taoist soldiers also joined the fray.

The various Taoist soldiers on the battlefield intertwined to create a bizarre and tragic scene.

Under the command of the warriors, the Northern Xiongnu soldiers braved the rain of arrows and blades from the Northern Han army, risking casualties, to continue leading their cavalry into battle, all in an effort to clear a path for the cavalry amidst the chaos.

Just as the Northern Xiongnu took advantage of the brief chaos in the Northern Han army's formation and the last two cavalry units, each numbering ten thousand, began to accelerate towards the battlefield.

General Ma Yang, the Zhenwei General under the banner of the Northern Han central army, sharpened his gaze and ordered without hesitation: "Cavalry, attack!"