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Before the city gate, the wall of swords formed by the Mo Dao team advanced at a steady pace, each step radiating an oppressive pressure.

Their formation is simple yet efficient.

The first rank of Mo Dao soldiers were responsible for horizontal slashes. Their blades swept outwards, creating an insurmountable death zone, specifically designed to deal with charging cavalry and dense infantry.

The second row of Mo Dao (陌刀) fighters thrust their Mo Dao forward through the gaps in the first row, their movements as sharp as spears, reaping the fish that managed to escape the horizontal slashes.

The third row of Mo Dao (a type of long-handled swordsman) soldiers held their swords, ready to fill in or replace their exhausted comrades in front.

Three rows form a unit, rotating in and out of position, creating a killing machine with an efficiency that is outrageously high.

The Northern Barbarians' most elite Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry, whose formidable charging power was so proud, were utterly rendered meaningless before this moving wall of blades.

A valiant barbarian centurion, his eyes bloodshot, refused to believe this evil.

He roared, urging his warhorse forward and brandishing his heavy spiked club, attempting to use the horse's powerful momentum to forcefully break through the formation of the Mo Dao team.

In his view, no matter how sharp the knife was, it could not stop the combined weight and speed of the warhorse and the knight, which exceeded a thousand pounds!

"Smash it!"

He roared, and man and horse became one, charging towards the Mo Dao team's formation like an arrow released from a bow.

Facing his charge, the three Mo Dao soldiers directly in front of him showed no emotion whatsoever.

They didn't even take a single step back.

The three of them let out a low growl at the same time, shifted their feet, and swung their long swords diagonally upwards at an odd and tricky angle!

"Snap!"

A sickening sound, the sound of flesh and bone being cut and dismembered.

The charging warhorse, along with the valiant centurion on its back, was completely dismembered the moment it came into contact with the array of blades.

From horse's head to human body, the three giant blades cleaved it into several pieces of flesh of varying sizes from bottom to top!

Both men and horses were annihilated!

This word, which had only been heard of in legends, was displayed in a bloody and unreserved manner before all the Northern Barbarian soldiers.

That bloody and shocking scene completely shattered their psychological defenses.

Hu Yanlie, watching from behind, was so enraged that he almost ground his teeth to powder.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Archers! Fire! Fire! Shoot them in the face! Shoot through the gaps in their armor!"

The barbarian archers behind them seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all drew their bows and nocked arrows.

A dense rain of arrows swept past the chaotic friendly forces ahead, covering the ranks of the Mo Dao (陌刀) troops.

But what they were seeing filled all the barbarian soldiers with despair.

The soldiers of the Mo Dao team ignored the overwhelming rain of arrows.

They didn't even raise their shields to block—because they weren't equipped with shields at all.

They simply continued to move forward at their unchanging pace, silently and resolutely.

"Jingle bells!"

Countless arrows struck their incredibly thick black iron armor, producing a series of crisp sounds before being weakly deflected and falling to the ground.

The heavy armor, specifically designed to counter cavalry and archers, provided near-perfect protection.

The few arrows that managed to hit the gaps in their faceplates only caused minor injuries and did not stop their advance.

Once cavalry loses the speed and space to charge, they become sitting ducks in front of heavily armored infantry.

The Azure Wolf Cavalry finally collapsed completely.

"Run!"

"They're devils! They're devils!"

It is unknown who was the first to turn their horse around, but this action spread like a plague throughout the entire army.

The soldiers no longer cared about honor or orders; they screamed in terror and desperately pulled on the reins, trying to turn around and escape this hellish place.

However, on the battlefield, especially for cavalry, turning around means exposing their most vulnerable back to the enemy.

The Mo Dao team seized this opportunity.

Their advance suddenly accelerated!

"kill!"

At a command, the orderly army began to chase and kill the fleeing barbarian soldiers.

With each swing of the massive longsword, a fleeing cavalryman and his horse could be cleaved in two.

On the city wall, Su Zhe coldly watched the one-sided massacre and gave a new order to Wei An beside him.

"Order Chen Baipao to lead a thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders out of the east gate and cut off their retreat!"

"Yes, sir!"

A mournful bugle call suddenly rang out from the east of the capital.

The gate, which had been prepared for a long time inside the East Gate, was opened.

Chen Baipao took the lead, followed by a thousand Snow Dragon Riders clad in silver armor and wielding long spears. With an unparalleled momentum, they fiercely pierced the flank of the fleeing Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry!

If we say that the advance of the Mo Dao team was a crushing defeat.

Therefore, the addition of the Great Snow Dragon Riders will lead to a complete annihilation!

The Grey Wolf Iron Cavalry, who were fleeing in panic, were rammed from the flank by this fresh force, causing their formation to fall into chaos and completely losing any effective organization.

The lances of the Snow Dragon Riders could easily pierce their leather armor.

The Mo Dao team's massive blades reaped lives behind them.

Caught between two attacks, the soldiers of the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry were utterly plunged into despair.

They were squeezed into a small area, crowding and trampling each other, becoming lambs to the slaughter.

Under the desperate protection of hundreds of personal guards, Huyan Lie, covered in blood and in a sorry state, fought his way out of the encirclement.

He dared not look back, but desperately whipped his horse, fleeing towards the northern camp.

All he could hear were the screams of his men as they lay dying.

That night, the 30,000 elite Canglang Iron Cavalry, the most powerful force of the Northern Barbarians and considered Huyan Ba's greatest trump card, suffered a devastating blow outside the south gate of the capital.

Apart from the commander-in-chief Huyan Lie, who escaped with less than a hundred men under the desperate protection of his personal guards, the rest of the soldiers either died under the long swords, under the spears, or were trampled to death by their own men.

The 30,000-strong army was almost completely wiped out!

When this news reached the Northern Barbarian camp, the entire army was shaken.

Inside the command tent, Huyan Ba ​​listened to his younger brother's incoherent report without uttering a word.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

He simply clenched his fists tightly and, without anyone noticing, crushed a thick sheepskin with a map of the capital drawn on it on the table into pieces.

At the south gate of the city, blood flowed like a river and corpses piled up like mountains.

Despite the great victory, there was no thunderous cheering in the city.

Su Zhe did not bask in the joy of victory; he immediately went to the city tower at the south gate.

He found the commander Zhang Hu, who stood alone on the city wall, letting the night wind blow through his armor.

When Zhang Hu saw Su Zhe arrive, his body trembled, then he turned around, faced him, and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Your Highness, the general...is guilty!"

His voice was hoarse and dry.

Su Zhe stepped forward and personally helped him up.

He took a small paper packet from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hu.

"This is the antidote for your mother. I told you, as long as you do as I say, I will protect your life and the lives of your family."

Zhang Hu's hands trembled as he took the packet of antidote that was crucial to his mother's life, his eyes reddening.

"Thank you... Your Highness..."

"No need to thank me." Su Zhe's voice was flat. "You used your loyalty to save your mother's life. It was a fair trade."

He paused, then looked past Zhang Hu towards the dark north outside the city.

"But... I have an even more important task for you."