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At midnight, at the south gate of the capital.

The night was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"Squeak—"

A dull, scraping sound shattered the stillness of the night, sounding particularly jarring and carrying far and wide.

The heavy iron city gate was slowly opened from the inside, leaving a crack.

The gap was small, just big enough for one person to bend over and pass through.

Outside the city, Huyan Lie, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, saw the gap through the cover of night. His mouth swelled up with joy, unable to contain his excitement.

Become!

He waved his hand lightly, without making a sound.

Behind him, 30,000 elite Canglang Iron Cavalry began to move forward silently. Their hooves were wrapped in thick cotton cloth to minimize the noise of their movement.

The hundreds of barbarian soldiers at the front dismounted, crouched low, and nimbly slipped through the crack in the gate into the city gate passageway.

The passageway was completely dark, with no ambushes or resistance.

Everything was exactly as planned.

Hu Yanlie's last doubts were completely dispelled.

"Speed ​​up! Charge in!"

He gave a low order, preparing to lead his army into the sleeping city and seize the fruits of victory.

Just as thousands of barbarian soldiers had already poured into the long city gate passage, and the main army was about to follow, preparing to completely break open the gate.

A sudden change has occurred!

The city gate that had been opened for them was suddenly blocked from the inside by several bolts and countless thick sandbags with a loud "boom"!

Meanwhile, at the other end of the passage, at the exit, a steel gate gleaming with a cold metallic light descended from the sky with a deafening roar, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust, completely blocking their way!

The passageways in front and behind were completely blocked in an instant!

The thousands of elite Northern Barbarians inside the passageway were transformed in the blink of an eye from hunters into wild beasts trapped in a cage.

They were thrown into disarray, watching the sudden turn of events with panic, not knowing what had happened.

Outside the city, Hu Yanlie saw this scene and his mind went blank. Then, a huge rage, as if he had been tricked, surged to the top of his head.

"We've fallen for their trap! We've fallen for their trap!"

He let out a beastly roar, his eyes bloodshot.

"Break down the city gate! Break down the city gate with your bodies!"

Thousands of cavalrymen dismounted and used their shoulders, bodies, and warhammers to desperately pound the newly closed city gate, creating a series of loud bangs.

On the city gate, Zhang Hu, the garrison commander of the south gate, stood quietly.

Looking down at the chaotic scene and listening to the angry roars of the barbarian soldiers, he wore a complex expression of relief mixed with pain.

He knelt silently in the direction of the palace and kowtowed once.

"Your Highness, this humble general... has not failed in his mission."

Just then, rows of torches suddenly lit up on the walls on both sides of the passageway.

The firelight illuminated the entire passageway as bright as day.

The trapped barbarian soldiers were horrified to discover that countless fist-sized firing holes had been chiseled into the walls on both sides of the passageway.

Behind the dark, gaping holes are pairs of cold, emotionless eyes.

Before they could react or mount any effective defense.

"Release the arrows!"

At a command, a dense rain of arrows burst forth from the firing ports on both sides!

This is a do-or-die situation!

In such a narrow, enclosed space with nowhere to hide, facing barrages of fire from both sides, even the most elite soldiers would face certain death.

"what!"

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Screams and the sound of arrows piercing flesh filled the air.

Thousands of elite northern barbarians fell in droves amidst desperate screams, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

They died tragically in the carefully prepared trap before they even saw the enemy's face.

Outside the city, Huyan Lie listened to the screams coming from the passageway. Seeing that there was no hope of breaking down the door, he was consumed by rage and almost went mad.

He drew his scimitar, pointed it at the towering city wall, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Build ladders! Attack the city! Charge up!"

"Avenge our warriors! Even if we have to pile up corpses, pile them all up on the city walls!"

Blinded by rage, the barbarian soldiers abandoned their beloved warhorses, carried the makeshift ladders they had brought with them, and began their charge towards the south city wall.

They will use the blood of the people of Daqian to wash away this shame!

However, just as they rushed to the city walls, ready to climb the ladders...

The sparse garrison on the south city wall suddenly withdrew completely and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the tightly closed city gate was completely opened with a loud "rumble"!

Behind the open city gates lay unfathomable darkness.

The barbarian soldiers at the forefront instinctively stopped in their tracks.

They expected that what would appear behind the city gates would be either fleeing soldiers or a well-prepared array of spearmen.

But what they saw was a scene they would never forget.

Rows of infantrymen, wielding enormous blades almost as tall as a person, stood there silently.

They were completely covered in heavy black armor, with only their emotionless eyes showing.

They formed a neat, impenetrable steel defense line.

The strangely shaped giant blades in their hands reflected a chilling light under the torches inside and outside the city gates, sending shivers down one's spine.

They are Su Zhe's true trump card, which he has kept hidden until now and has never revealed to anyone—the Great Qian Mo Dao Team!

The momentum of the barbarian soldiers charging ahead was abruptly halted.

They had fought for many years and had never seen such strange weapons or such a well-organized and solemn military formation.

The murderous aura emanating from the army formation was almost tangible, sending chills down their spines.

Hu Yanlie, who was behind him, was also stunned when he saw this scene. But he was immediately replaced by even greater anger.

He roared, "Charge! What are you all standing there for! Charge! They're just infantry! Use your horses to smash them to pieces!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The Mo Dao team has moved.

Instead of passively defending, they marched forward in unison, meeting the charging barbarian soldiers head-on!

"Thump, thump, thump."

Every step he took resonated with everyone's heartbeats.

"Advance like a wall!"

The commander of the Mo Dao team stood at the rear of the formation and let out a low, emotionless roar.

The front row of Mo Dao (a type of long-handled swordsman) let out a low roar in unison, and suddenly slashed horizontally with their Mo Dao!

"Whoosh!"

The flashes of blades merged into a single, silvery wave of death.

The dozens of barbarian soldiers at the forefront, whether infantry or cavalry who hadn't had time to rein in their horses, were all cleanly and decisively cut in half at the waist by this flash of light!

The mournful neighing of warhorses and the screams of men have all ceased.

Blood, entrails, severed limbs, and remains were scattered across the land in front of the city gate.

The terrifying sight brought the charging cavalry of the Azure Wolves to an abrupt halt.

The warhorse, pulled desperately by the knight, pawed the ground restlessly, snorted, and dared not take another step forward.

Animal instincts made them sense the overwhelming aura of death ahead.

The Mo Dao team continued without pause.

They stepped expressionlessly over the mangled corpses beneath their feet, continuing their unstoppable advance.

This is not a battle.

This is a massacre.

Outside the city, Huyan Lie stared blankly as his most elite troops, which he was so proud of, were rendered utterly useless and ineffective in the face of the enemy.

His anger was extinguished by horror, and his hand gripping the hilt of the knife trembled slightly.

It was a fear that even he himself was unaware of.

He had never seen or imagined that there were such terrifying infantrymen in the world!