The female prisoner was fierce

A force of over a thousand men was pinned down in the valley by a few hundred, with no chance to retaliate. The battle lasted for more than half an hour. The snow at the bottom of the valley was stained dark red with blood, corpses lay scattered everywhere, and wounded soldiers groaned in the snow—a truly gruesome sight.

The Northern Di army suffered more than half its casualties, and most of the survivors were wounded, their morale plummeting to rock bottom. Many soldiers squatted on the ground, clutching their heads, muttering things like "May the Eternal Heaven protect us" and "Sorcery," their eyes filled with terror.

In their eyes, the Xiao family army was not human at all, but monsters who could use sorcery.

Otherwise, how could he summon lightning with a wave of his hand, exploding a large area at once? Just then, the rain of arrows on the slope gradually thinned out, and the frequency of the pottery jars exploding also decreased significantly.

Harbala's eyes lit up. "They're out of ammunition!"

He jumped to his feet, his face beaming with elation. "Brothers! The Han arrows are all used up, and the Heavenly Punishment is gone too! Follow me and charge! Kill them all!" He could clearly see that the attack from the slope had weakened considerably; they were obviously nearly exhausted. This was their only chance! Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the arrows from the slope stopped completely, and the pottery jars were no longer being thrown down.

The high ground on both sides was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the pine forest. "Charge!" Baturu reacted, raising his broadsword and roaring, leading the remaining soldiers to charge up the right-hand slope. They had been forced into a dead end; they either charged up to turn the tide or were trapped in the valley and waited to die. However, they had only just reached the middle of the slope.

"kill!!"

A loud shout erupted from the top of the slope. Xiao Jianyang drew his official sword, the blade pointing downwards, his voice as cold as ice: "Brothers, follow me down! Slaughter all the Northern Barbarians!" With that, he leaped first, his footsteps sprinting down the slope through the snow. His black cloak fluttered in the wind and snow, like a black eagle swooping down.

"Kill!" "Kill!" Lin Qingxue and Zhao Daniu led all the soldiers and rushed down the hillside. They had run out of crossbow bolts, thrown away all the pottery jars, and smashed all the logs and stones, but the Xiao family army was not afraid at all in close combat with cold weapons.

The veterans were all seasoned veterans, and the new recruits, stirred by the bloodlust of the battlefield, also became bloodshot and charged down the slopes with howls.

Several hundred men charged down the slope with overwhelming momentum, like a sharp knife piercing into the Northern Di army's ranks.

"Clang!"

The clang of metal on metal instantly echoed through the valley. Xiao Jianyang charged at the forefront, his official saber flashing, and a Northern Di soldier charging towards him was cleaved in two, armor and all, blood splattering across his face. Unfazed, he continued on his feet, stabbing another soldier in the chest with a backhand thrust, then with a twist of his wrist, pulled the saber out. Blood spurted, staining his armor crimson.

He was like a god of war emerging from hell, unstoppable wherever he went. The Northern Di soldiers, already demoralized, crumbled instantly when the Xiao family army charged. Those in front tried to retreat, while those behind pushed forward, trampling each other in chaos.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!"

Halbala brandished his iron mace, smashing down a Xiao family soldier who charged at him, roaring with bloodshot eyes. But the louder he shouted, the faster the soldiers fled. No one wanted to die.

Baturu, his eyes red, looked around in the chaos of battle and immediately spotted Xiao Jianyang charging at the forefront. "That Xiao!" he gritted his teeth, his eyes almost spitting blood. This was the man who had made him lose face at Table Mountain and had now plunged him into a desperate situation.

"Give me your life!" Baturu roared, brandishing his thick-backed broadsword and charging fiercely towards Xiao Jianyang. He was a renowned warrior on the grasslands, possessing immense strength and ferocious swordsmanship; ordinary men, even three or five men, could not get close to him.

"Lord Xiao, be careful!"

The guard beside him gasped in surprise. Xiao Jianyang glanced at the charging Baturu, his eyes unwavering, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"clang--!!"

The broadsword and the official's sword collided violently, sparks flying everywhere. The immense force caused Xiao Jianyang's arm to go slightly numb, and Baturu also took two steps back, a look of surprise on his face.

He hadn't expected this Han Chinese general to be so strong. "You've got some skill. No wonder you dare to oppose us Northern Barbarians." Baturu grinned maliciously, swinging his sword again with ruthless, desperate moves.

Xiao Jianyang remained calm and composed, his swordsmanship concise and swift, devoid of any frills, each strike precisely deflecting his opponent's attacks. Having lived two lives and fought half his life, his combat skills far surpassed those of a brute like Baturu, who only knew brute force. After a few exchanges, Xiao Jianyang had figured out his opponent's fighting style.

Although Baturu was strong, his swordsmanship had too many flaws, and he relied entirely on his fierce courage to survive.

"Is that all you've got?"

Xiao Jianyang spoke coldly, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

Enraged, Baturu roared and swung his blade at Xiao Jianyang's head with all his might. Xiao Jianyang dodged to the side, the blade grazing his shoulder and missing its mark.

Right now.

Xiao Jianyang's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, the official's knife slid down the opponent's blade, a flash of cold light, aimed straight for the neck. "Thud—" The sound of the blade piercing flesh rang out clearly. Baturu's movements froze abruptly, the broadsword clattering to the snow. His eyes widened, staring intently at Xiao Jianyang, a hoarse sound escaping his throat as blood gushed from the blade, splattering all over Xiao Jianyang.

"You..." He uttered only one word before his body fell straight down, crashing onto the snow and splattering blood. The second bravest warrior of the grasslands died on the spot.

The surrounding Northern Di soldiers, witnessing Baturu's death, were terrified and lost all will to resist, throwing down their weapons and trying to flee. Meanwhile, Harbala, leading several dozen personal guards, desperately charged towards the valley's end, trying to fight his way out. But just as they reached the vicinity of the valley's end, they ran headlong into Defang and Lin Qingxue.

Defang, leading the First Capital's women's army, guarded the valley's edge, fully equipped with bows, arrows, and short swords, already waiting for them. Lin Qingxue, holding a long sword, stood at the very front of the group, her eyes as cold as ice. "Harbala, where do you think you're going?" Lin Qingxue's voice was icy, her long sword pointing.

"You bitch! How dare you stop me!"

Harbala was both shocked and furious. He knew his chances of survival were slim, but like a cornered beast, he fought desperately, swinging his iron mace at Lin Qingxue. He was incredibly strong, and the mace was heavy; a hit from it would be fatal or severely injured. Lin Qingxue moved nimbly, dodging to the side, and thrust her longsword forward, aiming straight for his throat.

clang!

Halbala hurriedly blocked with his iron mace, his arm trembling from the impact. He was shocked, not expecting this Han woman to be so skilled in martial arts. "Attack! Attack together! Kill her!" Halbala roared, and his personal guards immediately swarmed forward.

"Trying to outnumber us?" Defang sneered, waving her hand and shouting, "Brothers, charge! Surround them!" As soon as she finished speaking, the women's army soldiers rushed forward, engaging the Northern Di personal guards in fierce combat. Defang also drew her short sword, flanking from the side to join Lin Qingxue in attacking Halbala. Although Halbala was fierce, she couldn't withstand the combined attack of the two.

Lin Qingxue engaged in a head-on battle, her swordsmanship fierce and deadly; Defang, on the other hand, flanked from the side, occasionally launching a sneak attack, cunning and ruthless. After a dozen or so rounds, Halbala had several wounds on his body, panting heavily, his movements becoming increasingly slow. "Hah!" Lin Qingxue seized an opening, flicking her longsword aside the opponent's iron mace, then turning the blade and stabbing it fiercely into Halbala's chest.

"puff--"

The sword tip emerged from his back. Harbala froze, staring incredulously at the longsword in his chest, blood gushing from his mouth. Defang seized the opportunity, slashing his throat with his short sword.

Blood gushed out, and Halbala, eyes wide open, collapsed to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open. With their commander dead, the remaining guards lost all will to fight and were quickly slaughtered. The shouts of battle in the valley gradually subsided. Corpses and blood were everywhere, the snow was stained dark red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.

Of the thousands of Northern Di soldiers, some died and others surrendered; the entire army was wiped out.

The two main generals, Harbala and Baturu, were both beheaded. Xiao Jianyang sheathed his sword and stood in the center of the valley, littered with corpses, his face expressionless, as if he had merely crushed a few ants. "Lord Xiao is mighty!"

"The Xiao family army is mighty!!"

Someone shouted first, and then cheers erupted like a tidal wave, echoing throughout the entire valley.

The soldiers, their faces covered in blood, could not hide their excitement as they raised their weapons and cheered loudly.

Thousands of elite Northern Di troops! Completely annihilated by just a few hundred! Who would have dared to imagine such a thing before?