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The four gates of the capital city were wide open.

Tens of thousands of Daqian troops, unable to contain their rage for revenge and their desire to achieve glory, charged toward the plains outside the city.

On the plains lay hundreds of thousands of Northern Barbarian troops, whose ranks had been completely routed.

"kill!"

The deafening battle cries echoed through the sky, the sounds no longer filled with tragedy and determination, but only with the triumphant spirit of victory and the joy of revenge.

This was not an evenly matched battle.

This is a one-sided hunt.

Charging out from the south gate were Imperial Guard cavalrymen who had changed into heavy black iron armor.

They were heavy cavalry, not the fastest, but when they charged in orderly ranks, the force of their charge was something no flesh and blood could withstand.

Their commander did not order a pursuit of the scattered, fleeing soldiers who had run away quickly and had already scattered into a disorganized mess.

Their goal was very clear—to target the largest group of fleeing soldiers in sight, numbering in the tens of thousands.

The crowd of tens of thousands of routed soldiers descended into even greater chaos upon discovering, in horror, that the heavy cavalry of the Great Qian Dynasty had appeared behind them.

They ran forward desperately, trying to shake off this deadly iron army, but their foot march could never outrun the hooves of their warhorses.

The Imperial Guard heavy cavalry, forming an iron torrent, crashed into the chaotic crowd with overwhelming force.

There was no fierce fighting, not even any decent resistance.

The torrent of steel easily pierced through the formation of tens of thousands of people, drawing a path paved with blood and corpses from south to north.

Then they turned their horses around, formed ranks again, and launched another charge.

They charged back and forth, each time taking the lives of hundreds or thousands of Northern Barbarian soldiers, demonstrating in the most direct way how deadly heavy cavalry could be in pursuit.

Meanwhile, at the north gate, the Mo Dao team, which had just finished clearing the area below the city, did not stop their advance.

They marched in neat rows, like a moving wall of steel and blades, with steady steps, steadily advancing towards the northern land.

Their steps were not fast, but they carried an unstoppable momentum.

Any Northern Barbarian soldiers who blocked their path, whether they knelt and begged for mercy or were forced into a corner and turned to fight back, would ultimately meet the same fate—being cleanly and decisively cut in two, armor and all, by that long-handled broadsword as tall as a man.

Their mission was not to hunt down the enemy, but to "clear the area".

They wanted to ensure that no enemy, still standing, was left in the land they passed through.

Some of the more resourceful deserters bypassed the main battlefield and attempted to escape through the mountains and forests on the flanks.

In their view, once they entered the complex terrain of the forest, the Daqian cavalry would lose their advantage, and they would have a chance to survive.

But as soon as they stepped into the woods, before they could even catch their breath, they were met by the Shenji Battalion crossbowmen who had been lying in ambush.

"put!"

At a command that came from the forest, a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot out from the trees on both sides.

Those Northern Barbarian soldiers who had just thought they had escaped were shot down in rows before they could even scream.

Su Zhe's plan was so meticulous that it left the enemy no way out.

On the battlefield, a fleeing Northern Barbarian commander stood out conspicuously.

His magnificent armor and his agile skills in killing several pursuers caught the eye of a young Imperial Guard general.

The commander was a skilled warrior and was about to carve a bloody path through the enemy lines.

"You thief, don't run away!"

The young general shouted and spurred his horse forward, his spear moving like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight for the commander's back.

The commander reacted extremely quickly, turning around to parry with his scimitar.

The two engaged in a fierce battle amidst the chaos of battle.

The clash of swords and spears, the clang of metal against metal, filled the air.

Although the commander was brave, his armor appeared somewhat fragile in the face of the Imperial Guard generals' fine steel spears.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the young general seized an opening when his opponent was caught off guard, thrusting out with his spear. He withstood the blow thanks to his superior armor, and with the tip of his spear, he successfully impaled the commander on his horse.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced through his body.

Without the slightest hesitation, the young general swiftly beheaded him, raising his head high with the tip of his spear and shouting, "The enemy general is dead! Follow me and kill!"

This scene greatly inspired all the Daqian soldiers around them.

Their pursuit became even more reckless, and their battle cries grew even louder.

This massive pursuit, orchestrated by Su Zhe's elite forces, showcased their terrifying strength to the entire world.

The steadiness of the Mo Dao troop, the ferocity of the Imperial Guard heavy cavalry, and the precision of the Shenji Battalion together created a magnificent yet bloody and cruel war picture.

The Daqian army, which had once been forced to cower behind the city walls, finally had the chance to rise up and slaughter the invaders who dared to invade their homeland, leaving them routed and paying for their crimes in blood.

Su Zhe personally rode his warhorse, escorted by Wei An and a group of guards, and slowly drove out of the south gate.

He did not participate in the pursuit; he simply surveyed the battlefield he had orchestrated.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Every soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty who saw his dragon banner pass by was filled with even greater fighting spirit. They straightened their chests and shouted with all their might, "Your Highness is mighty!"

His very existence is a banner of victory.

He stared at the rapidly increasing merit points on the interface in his mind that only he could see, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

All of this was within his calculations.

The chase lasted from dawn until dusk.

The plains outside the capital were littered with corpses for miles, and rivers of blood flowed.

According to rough post-war statistics, more than 300,000 Northern Barbarian soldiers were killed or captured in this battle.

The Northern Barbarian army of 400,000 men was rendered ineffective after this battle.

However, there has been no news yet about the person Su Zhe was most concerned about—Hu Yanba.

Chen Baipao and his three thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders seemed to have vanished on the northern horizon, and there was no news of them all day.

Just as the last rays of dusk were about to be swallowed by the night.

A scout rode in from the north, his mount exhausted and foaming at the mouth, and he himself was wounded, but his expression was unusually excited.

He dismounted, and before he could even bow, he shouted with all his might in Su Zhe's direction:

"Your Highness! General Chen has sent an urgent report!"

"They...caught up with Huyan Ba ​​at the foot of Mount Langjuxu!"