The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Su Jin stopped at the edge.

Looking down at these arrogant, heavily armored men, he was utterly reduced to a rolling, iron-shelled turtle on the ground.

He untied the bundle of hemp rope in his hand.

With nimble fingers, she quickly made one slipknot after another.

"The first piece of spoils."

Su Jin murmured softly, and his wrist flicked slightly.

A noose traced a black parabola in the air and flew steadily toward the center of the position.

With a "whoosh" sound.

The noose landed with perfect precision on the neck of the cavalry commander.

The Iron Cavalry Commander was itching so badly that he frantically rubbed his back on the ground when he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck.

Before he could react, a powerful force suddenly came.

Because the ground was covered with lubricant, there was absolutely no resistance.

Su Jin simply pulled it back gently.

The Iron Cavalry Commander's body, weighing several hundred pounds including his armor, slid across the ground like a smooth bar of soap.

It came to a steady stop at Su Jin's feet.

A pair of terrified eyes peeked out from the gaps in the commander's visor.

He never imagined in his life that one day he would be dragged around like a dog on a leash, without any effort.

Su Jin didn't even glance at him, and continued to swing the rope in his hand.

This is no different from the ring toss game at temple fairs.

One throw, one set, one pull.

Their movements were fluid and skillful, almost painful to watch.

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

With a series of smooth scraping sounds, one after another, heavily armored cavalrymen were dragged to Su Jin's front with ropes around their necks, like skis.

Su Jin strung the ropes together and tied a knot.

He strung together five thousand cavalrymen like candied hawthorns on a long carbon nanotube rope.

The Christian followers on the city wall were all dumbfounded, their jaws dropping to the floor.

They originally thought there would be a bloody battle that would destroy the world.

After confirming that none of the five thousand people had been missed, Su Jin patted the dust off his hands.

He turned around and firmly grasped the very end of the rope in his hand.

Su Jin took a deep breath, bent his legs slightly, and his internal energy surged through his body.

"One, two, three, let's go!"

He gave a low shout, focused his energy in his dantian, and pushed forward with both arms.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

With the help of lubricant, the terrifying weight of five thousand heavily armored cavalrymen was reduced to a minimum.

Su Jin was like someone pulling a long string of heavy cargo.

With a loud metallic scraping sound, he dragged five thousand iron cavalrymen along!

The black-clad crowd glided swiftly across the transparent ice surface, being pulled directly into the open gates of the cult's headquarters.

The friction is restored instantly once the area covered by the lubricant is crossed.

"Clang! Boom!"

Five thousand tin cans, propelled by immense inertia, were piled up heavily, forming a small black metal mountain in the cult's backyard.

"Get to work! Get to work!"

Su Yaoyao clapped her hands excitedly and jumped off the city wall.

She commanded the cult followers, who had been unable to contain themselves for a long time, to pounce on the metal hill like wolves and tigers.

"Take their helmets off first!"

"Hurry up! This is top-quality black iron armor; not a single piece can be damaged!"

Under Su Yaoyao's command, the cavalry experienced the most humiliating moment of their lives.

Their heavy armor was forcibly stripped off by the followers and piled up in a corner of the courtyard.

As for the deadly flea worms on their bodies, Ye Honglian simply sprinkled a handful of white powder on them.

The intense itch that had seeped into my bones vanished without a trace.

However, although the intense itching was gone, their dignity was gone along with it.

Five thousand elite soldiers of the Great Yan, dressed only in thin white undergarments, shivered in the cold morning wind.

They squatted blankly in the open space in the backyard of the cult, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Su Yaoyao found a large pile of shovels in some warehouse.

"Clang! Clang!"

Thousands of shovels were roughly thrown in front of these former aces.

"What are you looking at? Pick it up!"

Su Yaoyao put her hands on her hips, transforming into the most stern and unscrupulous contractor.

She pointed to the patch of grass outside the door, trampled beyond recognition by horses' hooves.

"One handful each, go and repave the turf you've trampled! You won't get any food if you miss a single patch!"

"The rest of you, don't just stand around, take them all to the backyard!"

"Operate the sewing machine, weave cloth, clean the latrines! Nobody gets to sleep until today's work is finished!"

The mighty vanguard of the Great Yan Dynasty was directly incorporated into the cult's labor camp without even touching the hem of the enemy's clothes.

At this time.

The enemy camp was several miles away.

The Regent of Great Yan stood stiffly on the commander's chariot.

The morning breeze ruffled his disheveled hair, making him appear as if he had become a soulless stone sculpture.

He witnessed firsthand this absurd, bizarre, and utterly humiliating event.

Five thousand Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, which he had painstakingly built himself.

They did not die on the battlefield, their bodies wrapped in horsehide.

Instead, they were like a group of comical acrobatic clowns, sliding around in front of the battle lines, and finally being dragged into the city gate like dogs!

Not only were the warhorses and priceless armor confiscated, but the people inside were also forced to pick up shovels!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The camp of the 100,000-strong Great Yan army was completely silent.

All the generals and soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe.

They felt a fear they had never felt before.

"Giggle...giggle..."

A chilling sound of bones grinding against each other came from the chariot.

The regent stared intently at the slowly closing gates of the cult.

Humiliation, anger, and despair gnawed at his reason like venomous snakes.

His hair stood on end, and his helmet had long since fallen off somewhere.

Those once majestic eyes were now filled with dense blood vessels, so red they looked as if they were about to drip blood.

The string of reason snapped completely in his mind.

"You can't get through, huh?"

The regent slowly turned his head, looked at the generals beside him, and let out a beast-like growl.

"Good! Very good!"

He suddenly drew the sword from his waist.

A violent killing intent surged from his body as if it were a tangible substance, making him resemble a demon crawling out of hell.

The Regent's longsword was not pointed at the main altar of the Divine Cult, but instead suddenly pointed towards the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.

"go!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, issuing the most shameless and insane order of his life.

"Arrest all tens of thousands of unarmed old, weak, sick, and disabled people in the city!"

"Put them at the front as human shields!"

"Let's see if that vixen Ye Honglian dares to slaughter every single person in the city!"