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To the east of the Northern Barbarian Camp is the Grain and Supplies Camp.

The garrison here also heard the commotion and towering flames coming from the distant west.

Most of the soldiers emerged from their tents, craning their necks and discussing the westward direction.

"What's going on? Why is there fighting at the West Camp?"

"Judging from this commotion, it seems the Southern Dynasty has mobilized their entire force to fight us to the death!"

"Hey, perfect! We're getting restless guarding this place every day. Once our main force crushes them, we can enter the city!"

Their orders were to remain in place and, at all costs, ensure the safety of the food supplies.

But in their view, since the battle took place in the western camp, which was more than ten miles away, it naturally had nothing to do with their side.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the battle in the west, and the previously high level of vigilance was reduced to its lowest point due to this spectator mentality.

Just then, a slight tremor came from beneath their feet.

At first, the tremor was very weak, masked by the loud rain and distant shouts.

But soon, the vibrations became clearer and stronger.

A sentry standing on the watchtower seemed to sense that something was amiss.

He lowered his head, pressed his ear against the wet wooden railing, and listened intently.

His face, wet with rain, was furrowed with worry, revealing confusion and unease.

This sound... doesn't seem to be coming from the west.

It's more like... it's from our side!

He looked up, picked up the horn hanging around his neck, and instinctively brought it to his lips, ready to sound the alarm.

But it was all too late.

"call out!"

A long arrow pierced the rain silently, yet with irresistible force, striking the sentry squarely in the throat.

The words he was about to use to warn others were forever stuck in his throat.

His body swayed, and then he fell headlong from the tall watchtower, crashing heavily into the mud and water.

Chen Baipao slowly lowered the longbow in his hand.

It was he who personally fired that fatal arrow.

At the same time, the black torrent of three thousand Snow Dragon Riders, like tigers released from their cages, appeared in the field of vision outside the grain and fodder camp.

They did not slow down at all; on the contrary, they pushed their horses to their maximum speed.

The warhorses galloped, their hooves kicking up clouds of mud and water, creating a thunderous roar that echoed across the land.

The simple wooden fences surrounding the grain and fodder camp were no match for them.

The hundreds of dragoons at the front didn't even use weapons; instead, they rammed their armored horses into the impact.

"Boom! Boom!"

With a series of loud cracking sounds and flying wood chips, dozens of gaps were forcefully smashed through the hundreds-of-steps-long fence.

The Great Snow Dragon Riders transformed into an unstoppable black tide, surging in through the gaps!

Only then were the Northern Barbarian garrison soldiers who had been watching the commotion in the camp awakened.

Their smiles froze, their chatter turned to deathly silence, leaving only fear and bewilderment.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

"Southern Dynasty people! They're cavalrymen from the Southern Dynasty!"

The piercing shouts finally echoed throughout the camp.

The defenders rushed back to their tents in a panic, searching for their weapons, and tried to organize an effective defensive line under the shouts of their officers.

But faced with the deadly weapon of the Great Snow Dragon Riders, their hastily organized resistance was so pale and powerless.

A centurion of the northern barbarians, who was also the highest commander of this grain supply camp, was considered brave and skilled in battle.

At this critical moment, he did not panic. Instead, he quickly gathered his hundreds of most elite personal guards to form a small defensive formation, attempting to use their flesh and blood to block the snow dragon cavalry's overwhelming charge.

He brandished his scimitar, roaring at the top of his lungs to boost the morale of his soldiers, wanting to make a final, desperate stand here.

"Warriors! Behind us lies the lifeline of our army! We cannot retreat an inch!"

Chen Baipao's gaze had already locked onto him instantly.

He completely ignored the scattered and fleeing soldiers around him, and instead spurred his horse and charged alone towards the army formation of several hundred men.

He was alone on horseback, and he appeared so small in front of the formation of hundreds of people.

But when he charged, his momentum rose from the ground, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, unmatched!

In Chen Baipao's eyes, that formation of several hundred people was nothing more than a facade.

The spear in his hand, under his urging, danced in a blur of afterimages.

The spear flashes like a dragon!

Wherever they went, men and horses fell!

The northern barbarian soldiers in the front row, holding shields and spears, were swept away along with their weapons by the ferocious spear shadows before they could even touch the hem of his clothes.

Under the horrified gazes of countless Northern Barbarian soldiers, Chen Baipao, riding alone, actually managed to break through the entire formation in just a few breaths!

He rushed in front of the centurion, flicked his spear, and the tip of the spear drew a strange arc, ignoring the opponent's parrying scimitar, and easily lifted the centurion's body high off his warhorse!

Commander, fallen in battle!

The centurion's body, impaled in mid-air by a spear, became the most conspicuous banner on this chaotic battlefield.

Upon witnessing this scene, the last vestiges of resistance in the hearts of all the defenders who were still trying to resist completely collapsed.

"The general is dead! Run!"

"Devil! They are devils!"

Panic spread like a plague through the camp. The defenders threw down their weapons and fled in all directions, crying out in despair.

The Great Snow Dragon Riders showed no mercy whatsoever.

Under Chen Baipao's command, they quickly split into several teams.

A team of about a thousand men was responsible for hunting down the scattered soldiers who were fleeing in all directions within the camp, ensuring that no one could escape the camp alive and report back to the main camp.

The remaining two thousand men strictly followed the plan set out by Su Zhe, ignoring the fleeing soldiers and charging straight towards the mountains of grain and haystacks, as well as the huge tents storing supplies.

They threw the torches they had prepared one by one into the dry haystacks.

They smashed earthenware jars filled with kerosene onto the tents.

Death and fire spread rampantly together in this camp.

The largest granaries are semi-subterranean structures, covered with thick layers of soil, making them difficult to ignite directly from the outside.

However, this was no challenge for the soldiers of the Great Snow Dragon Riders.

They didn't even bother to look for the gate; instead, they spurred their warhorses and, in the most savage way, rammed open the heavy wooden warehouse door.

Then, one after another, earthenware jars filled with kerosene were thrown into them.

In an instant, a raging fire broke out inside the warehouse.

Smoke billowed out of the ventilation vents and the broken-open door.

The firelight almost completely dyed the entire eastern night sky a shocking blood red.

The rain is still falling.

But it was no longer able to extinguish the raging fire ignited by kerosene and 100,000 bushels of grain.