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The western gate of the capital city has become a hellish inferno.

The setting sun, like blood, reflected on the crumbling city walls.

The defending general fled, and the remaining remnants of the army had no will to fight. They were ruthlessly attacked by the northern barbarian soldiers who had stormed the city walls, their heads rolling off and limbs flying everywhere.

"Hahaha! These two-legged sheep are too weak!"

Below the city, a barbarian general with a full beard rode a black horse, brandishing a spiked club and laughing wildly.

He was the vanguard of the Northern Barbarians, the "Butcher" Huyan Zhuo.

"Pass down the order! After the city falls, let the swords not be sheathed for three days! Loot money! Loot food! Loot women!"

"Whoever grabs it first keeps it!"

"Awooooo—!"

Thirty thousand northern barbarian cavalrymen let out beast-like howls, their eyes filled with greed.

On the fertile land of Daqian, they are the wolves, while the people of Daqian are merely sheep in the pen.

The siege hammer slammed heavily against the city gate once again.

The sound of the bolt breaking was clearly audible.

"It's open! The door's open!"

Upon seeing this, the barbarian soldiers shouted even louder.

Huyan Zhuo grinned maliciously, pointing his spiked club forward: "My men, follow me! The first to storm the palace will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and a hundred Han women!"

"Charge!!"

The city gate was about to collapse when a low, muffled thud came from inside the gate.

That wasn't the sound of the city gate collapsing.

But...

A heavy object fell to the ground.

"call out--"

A cold arrow shot out from the shadows of the doorway without warning.

As fast as a shooting star!

"puff!"

The barbarian standard-bearer at the forefront didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head was pierced by an arrow, and red and white matter flew everywhere.

"Who?"

Huyan Zhuo's laughter paused, and he reined in his horse to a stop.

The dust settled.

The city gates were wide open.

However, the barbarian soldiers did not emerge in disarray as they had anticipated.

There was only one person.

a horse.

Su Zhe, clad in blood-stained white robes and holding a silver spear, stood alone at the city gate.

Behind him lay unfathomable darkness; the cave entrance was the gateway to the underworld.

"this one?"

Huyan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then burst into an even louder sneer: "Is there no one else in Daqian? Sending out a pretty boy to die?"

"Hey! You pretty boy, call your sister out here, and I might spare your life!"

Thirty thousand barbarian soldiers burst into laughter.

Su Zhe remained expressionless.

He looked at the densely packed barbarian soldiers before him without the slightest fear, regarding them only as piles of battle achievements.

"System, activate the army-wide aura: Last Stand."

[Command confirmed! Great Snow Dragon Knight's all attributes increased by 50%! Pain reduction by 100%!]

Su Zhe raised his silver spear, the tip pointing at Huyan Zhuo.

"Noisy."

These two seemingly light words, amplified by internal energy, were clearly heard by everyone.

"You're asking for it! Chop him into mincemeat!"

Huyan Zhuo was furious and waved his hand.

Hundreds of barbarian cavalrymen charged forward with savage grins.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters!

Su Zhe remained motionless.

"Are you scared out of your wits?"

Just as the barbarian cavalry's scimitar was about to strike Su Zhe's head...

Su Zhe made a move.

No, it was something behind him that moved!

"Snow Dragon Riders, charge!"

A thunderous sound of hooves suddenly rang out, and the earth trembled.

Suddenly, a torrent of silvery-white steel surged out from the dark city gate!

That was a real torrent!

Three thousand Snow Dragon Riders, already poised to unleash their power, charged into the barbarian soldiers' charging formation with earth-shattering momentum, like tigers released from their gates!

There were no fancy tactics.

It's all about head-on confrontation!

It was a crushing defeat of light cavalry by heavy cavalry!

"Snap!"

That was the sound of bones breaking.

The world fell silent in that instant.

The hundreds of barbarian cavalrymen at the forefront disappeared in an instant.

Yes, gone.

Both man and horse were smashed into blood mist and minced meat by the terrifying impact of the Great Snow Dragon Rider!

The Great Snow Dragon Rider swung his Northern Liang saber down with the momentum of his horse, and even the barbarian soldiers' proud curved sabers were instantly cut in two, along with the saber!

"What?"

Hu Yanzhuo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

How is that possible?

When did the Great Qian Dynasty have such terrifying cavalry? Their heavy armor is so tough, even crossbow bolts probably can't penetrate it.

"Kill them all!"

Chen Baipao took the lead, his spear like a dragon, and no one could withstand a single blow from him.

The cone formation of three thousand Snow Dragon Riders easily tore a terrifying hole in the formation of thirty thousand barbarian troops!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground.

This is not war.

This is a massacre!

System notification sounds flashed through Su Zhe's mind:

[Slay 1 barbarian soldier, reward: 1 fine iron spear!]

[Defeat the barbarian captain, reward: 1 Healing Pill!]

[A hundred people have been slain! A killing frenzy has been triggered! The host has gained a temporary skill: Sweeping Through the Enemy!]

"Huyan Zhuo!"

Amidst the chaos of battle, Su Zhe spotted the conspicuous man with a thick beard.

He squeezed his legs hard against the horse's belly, and the steed neighed and leaped high into the air, stepping on the barbarian soldiers' helmets, and charged straight at Huyan Zhuo!

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Huyan Zhuo panicked.

He sensed the scent of death emanating from that "pretty boy," a murderous aura even more terrifying than that of their Great Khan!

Dozens of guards rushed up to stop them.

Su Zhe flicked his silver spear.

"Sweep through the enemy ranks!"

A visible shockwave erupted from him!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Before the dozens of guards could even scream, they were sent flying backward, bleeding from all seven orifices, by the terrifying force!

At this moment, Su Zhe had already arrived in front of Hu Yanzhuo.

"you……"

Huyan Zhuo had just raised his spiked club.

"die!"

With a roar, Su Zhe thrust his silver spear straight through Hu Yanzhuo's thick breastplate!

"Pfft!"

The tip of the gun protruded from his back, carrying fragments of his shattered heart.

Huyan Zhuo stared in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, the spiked club slipping limply from his hand.

"How... is this possible..."

He's a butcher... how could he die at the hands of a useless prince?

Su Zhe used one arm to lift Hu Yanzhuo, who weighed over 200 pounds, into the air!

Blood splattered all over him, but he didn't care at all.

Under the blood-red sunset, his figure, along with the corpse on the tip of the spear, was dragged into a long shadow, his imposing presence like that of a demon god descending to earth.

The battlefield fell silent instantly.

All the barbarian soldiers stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the scene. The image of the war god in their hearts collapsed.

That arrogant vanguard general was thus impaled by a spear.

"The enemy general is dead!"

Su Zhe channeled his inner strength, and his voice echoed across the battlefield:

"Those who surrender will not be killed? That's a lie to children!"

"Great Snow Dragon Riders, heed my command!"

"All troops, charge!"

"Leave no one alive! Kill them all!!"

"roar!!!"

The three thousand dragon riders roared in unison, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

The barbarian soldiers were completely devastated.

This is no army of the Great Qian Dynasty! This is clearly a horde of demons unleashed from hell!

escape!

Run away!

The 30,000-strong army suffered a crushing defeat.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slaying the enemy commander! Rewards are being calculated...]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a super reward: 5000 Mo Dao Team members!]

[Special Unit: Divine Machine Battalion x800!]

[Unlock New Feature: Fight to Sustain (Each kill restores 1% of your own and your soldiers' health)!]

Su Zhe shook off the corpse from his gun, looked at the screen full of rewards, and his smile became even more arrogant.

Mo Dao Team?

That pinnacle of cold weapons, known as "advancing like a wall, shattering both men and horses"?

Shenji Battalion?

That game-changing attack that ushered in the era of firearms?

"The Northern Barbarian Chanyu..."

Su Zhe gazed northward, his eyes piercing through layers of smoke and fire.

"I'm still not full from these appetizers."

"Since you're here, leave the other 470,000 heads behind as well!"