My strength increases by one percent every day; I can destroy stars with my bare hands.

All the soldiers on the drill ground went completely mad, their eyes burning with fervor and filled with longing for military merit.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Wang Xuanshan's lips curled up slightly, while the regular soldiers revealed a meaningful sneer.

The barbarians are ruthless; even regular soldiers rarely manage to kill three of them.

These people dream of instant success; that's wishful thinking.

If someone can indeed kill three barbarians, it proves their strength on the battlefield and makes them qualified to join the army.

It can both encourage the soldiers to fight to the death and select some elite soldiers who are good at fighting to replenish the heavily lost troops, achieving the best of both worlds.

Li Xuancang's eyes shone brightly. This promise was a temptation for others, but for him, it was a stepping stone he had to seize.

Having been away from home for two years, with elderly parents and a young younger sister, the family was trapped in the countryside, tormented by taxes and corvée labor every day.

As long as he can become a formal soldier, with a salary, military status, and military protection, he can protect his family with a single document, exempting them from exorbitant taxes and harassment by unruly soldiers and bandits.

Killing three barbarians may seem harsh, but it is his only way out at the moment.

Wang Tianshan's sharp gaze swept over the trembling crowd, and he shouted angrily.

"Being afraid of death will only hasten your demise!"

"Take up arms, defend the camp, kill the barbarians, earn military merit, receive a salary, and enjoy military power."

"Either fight your way to survival and fight for a chance to rise above others."

"Either be cowardly and wait to die, turning into withered bones in the wilderness to feed demons and beasts."

"Everyone, immediately proceed to the city walls to set up defenses. The barbarians are approaching; prepare for a desperate battle."

The order was given, cold and ruthless.

The soldiers were forced to climb the city walls, pick up their broken swords and spears, and face the barbarian army that was about to invade.

This time was different from the past; hope flickered in everyone's eyes as they fantasized about killing the enemy and achieving merit.

A cold wind howled, and dark clouds loomed over the city.

A dense, barbarian army appeared at the edge of the horizon, a dark, menacing mass.

Li Xuancang stood on the crenellations of the city wall, staring intently at the surging enemy.

"Waaaaah..."

The horn blared mournfully, echoing across the wilderness—a signal of barbarian invasion.

On the horizon, the barbarian army surged forward like a black tide, their animal hide armor gleaming coldly in the dim light.

With heavy steps and roaring, they charged straight towards the lakeside post station wall.

The barbarians have been fighting ferocious beasts for many years, and each of them is burly and cruel, with combat power far exceeding that of the Great Yan Dynasty's army.

On the dilapidated city wall, the soldiers were all pale-faced, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons, and many of them were so weak that they could barely stand.

Even though they survived many major battles, most people still harbored a deep fear of barbarians.

Not to mention these conscripts, even most of the regular soldiers were filled with fear.

Faced with the impending large-scale attack of the barbarians, the fear in their hearts had long since outweighed their desire for military merit and regular military status.

The initial enthusiasm was extinguished by a bucket of cold water, leaving only boundless fear.

"Hold your ground! Anyone who retreats will be killed on the spot."

Wang Tianshan stood atop the city wall, knife in hand, his eyes cold.

Behind him, guards stood with swords drawn; if any soldier dared to retreat even half a step, the blades would fall without hesitation.

In chaotic times, military discipline is devoid of compassion, only iron-fisted suppression.

Li Xuancang stood beside the battlements, tightly gripping the broken iron spear.

His shoulder wound throbbed with pain from the exertion, but there was no fear in his eyes, only a deep longing.

The daily 1% increase in strength had already made his physique surpass those of ordinary soldiers, far exceeding his own from yesterday.

He killed three barbarians, was enlisted in the regular army, received a salary, and his family was exempted from corvée labor.

This thought was branded into his heart, supporting him to face the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him.

"Charge! Kill all these giant fire boars!"

The barbarian army arrived in an instant, with ladders erected on the city walls. The fierce barbarian soldiers frantically climbed the ladders, brandishing their scimitars.

"Loose the arrows! Loose the arrows now!"

The simple earthen walls were no match for the barbarians' charge, and the crowd hurriedly fired arrows to stop them from getting closer.

"Whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Arrows rained down, but the barbarians were fearless and charged forward, many of them wounded by multiple arrows.

In a short while, barbarians climbed the city wall and swung their swords at the Great Yan soldiers around them.

"puff!"

"what!"

"Well!"

"..."

In close combat, screams of agony filled the air.

Blood splattered everywhere. A soldier didn't even have time to resist before his neck was severed by a scimitar, and his body fell limply to the ground.

The stench of blood filled the air, igniting the fierce battle.

A barbarian soldier with a full beard, covered in blood and grime, and with a fierce look in his eyes, locked his gaze on the seemingly frail Li Xuancang and charged straight at him with a roar, brandishing his sword.

"die!"

The curved blade cleaved through the air with ferocious force, aiming straight for Li Xuancang's crown, clearly intending to kill him with a single blow.

The surrounding soldiers were too busy to help each other.

Li Xuancang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

With the amplification of power, the body's reaction speed and explosive power are now vastly different from before.

He stepped forward, his body suddenly shifting to the side, precisely dodging the fatal blow.

The barbarian soldier's sword missed its mark, and his strength was wasted, leaving a momentary opening in his body.

This is the moment!

Li Xuancang's eyes flashed with a cold light, his arm muscles tensed, and he poured all the power in his body into the iron spear.

Without any fancy moves, relying purely on brute force, he thrust out his spear fiercely.