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The vast army marched northwards, its hooves pounding through the pristine snow. A biting north wind whipped up snowflakes, lashing fiercely against the soldiers' armor.

Xiao Jianyang sat upright on his horse, his black armor covered with a thin layer of snow. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his sharp eyes swept across the vast snowfield ahead.

Having been tempered by numerous battles, he had long since shed the naiveté of his early days in the North, and now exuded the calm and sharp aura of a commander.

The marching route was an excellent, secret route determined by Bai Huatong based on intelligence about the siege by the Northern Barbarians.

The Northern Di army of 80,000 men launched a fierce attack on Youzhou for three months, resulting in extremely high consumption of food and supplies. All subsequent supplies had to be transported from the grasslands behind the camp. The only way to supply the army was a snow-covered path that ran along the mountain valleys.

This canyon is called Snowfall Valley. It has steep earthen slopes on both sides, dozens of meters high, covered with thick snow and withered shrubs. The terrain is hidden and it is very easy to hide troops.

The mountain road at the bottom of the valley is narrow and rugged, only wide enough for four or five grain carts to pass side by side. Once the entire troop enters the valley and is blocked from the front and back, it becomes an excellent ambush site.

The team marched at full speed for two hours, completely leaving the territory of Dongshuang County and stepping into the uninhabited snowfield on the outskirts of the Northern Di forces.

"My lord, Snowfall Valley is just three miles ahead, and the terrain matches the intelligence perfectly."

Bai Huatong rode up to him and reported in a low voice, his tone steady, "There are no garrison troops stationed in the valley, only a few scattered Northern Di cavalry patrolling occasionally, making it an excellent location to ambush grain convoys."

Xiao Jianyang nodded slightly, raised his hand to stop the march, and ordered in a deep voice: "The entire army shall take cover and rest on the spot. No noise, no open flames, and no treading on the snow to make any unusual noises. Bai Muyi, take five elite cavalry scouts and go forward to investigate the movements in the valley and find out the travel patterns and distances of the Northern Di grain caravans."

"Your humble servant obeys!"

Bai Muyi responded with a fist salute, then nimbly mounted his horse. He selected five elite cavalrymen from the Xiao family army who were experienced in many battles. All six were lightly armored and armed with short blades. They abandoned their excess baggage and, using the cover of the snow-covered bushes, crouched down and spurred their horses, galloping swiftly towards the direction of Falling Snow Valley.

The remaining soldiers immediately obeyed the order. The six hundred soldiers of the Xiao family army were well-trained and had clear division of labor; not one of them panicked or made a sound. The infantry quickly dispersed, using the depressions in the earthen slopes on both sides and the dead trees for cover, crouching down in the snow and using their white cloaks to cover their armor, blending into the snow.

One hundred crossbowmen climbed the high slopes on both sides, knelt on the ground, took out their pulley crossbows, loaded them with bolts, and set up the crossbows steadily on the edge of the slope, their arrows all aimed at the mountain path at the bottom of the valley, ready to fire. Fifty grenadiers were scattered among the crossbowmen, their waists covered with ceramic grenades, their fingers lightly touching the fuses, waiting for the order to attack.

Wanyan Chuyu, leading over a hundred Jurchen cavalrymen, lay in wait on the western slope. These elite Jurchen soldiers were seasoned veterans, disciplined and unwavering. Even in this unfamiliar battlefield, not a single one peeked out or made any unnecessary movements, remaining silently hidden in the wind and snow. Wanyan Hu suppressed his restless heart, his eyes fixed on the mountain path at the bottom of the valley, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Xiao Jianyang dismounted and stood atop the slope, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow, fixed on the entire Snowfall Valley. Beside him, Lin Qingxue held a simple topographical map and reported in a low voice: "My lord, Snowfall Valley is a hundred zhang long, with narrow mountain paths. Once the enemy's supply convoy enters the valley, they will be unable to break out from the front or back, unable to deploy their formations to the left or right, and their cavalry will have no way to charge. They are completely at the disadvantage of the terrain."

"Very good." Xiao Jianyang said calmly, "Pass down the order: everyone must strictly adhere to the ambush discipline. Without my personal order, no one may act or make a sound. The first round of attacks will mainly consist of Heavenly Punishment Grenades and crossbow bolts. First, destroy the supply wagons and disrupt the enemy's formation, then seize the opportunity to reap the rewards."

"yes!"

The messenger bowed to receive the order and quickly relayed it down the chain of command. The entire ambush line fell into absolute silence, with only the howling north wind and the rustling of falling snow breaking the silence. A chilling atmosphere quietly enveloped the entire valley.

Time passed slowly, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and the world was covered in pure white.

A full half hour later, the sound of rapid hoofbeats and chaotic voices finally came from afar.

Bai Muyi, who had been probing the front of the slope, quickly returned, his clothes covered in snow and his breath slightly ragged. He rushed forward and reported urgently, "My lord, I've found out! A large grain transport convoy from the Northern Barbarians is heading towards Snowfall Valley, less than a mile from the valley entrance!"

"The team consisted of more than 270 people, including 70 cavalrymen and 200 infantrymen. There were 60 grain carts, fully loaded with grain, dried meat, fodder, as well as some winter clothing and military supplies. The leader was a Northern Di commander, who was not very vigilant and did not scout the valley beforehand, but went straight on his way."

Xiao Jianyang's eyes narrowed sharply, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are there enemy troops coming to support the main force from the rear?"

"Reporting to you, sir, there are no enemy ambush troops or reinforcements within three miles behind us. Only this supply convoy is traveling alone," Bai Muyi replied quickly. "They must be in a hurry to resupply the army besieging Youzhou. They are too eager to get there and have been less vigilant."

"The timing is perfect." A cold glint flashed in Xiao Jianyang's eyes. He immediately adjusted the deployment. "Bai Huatong, you take two hundred infantrymen to block the rear of the valley entrance, cut off the enemy's retreat, and prevent the remnants from escaping to report the news."

"Lin Qingxue, you take two hundred infantrymen to block the front of the valley entrance, cut off the enemy's advance, and prevent a single person from breaking out of the valley."

"Defang, all grenadiers, stand by. Once the enemy's main force has entered the valley, bomb the middle section of the convoy to cut the enemy's ranks in half and separate them."

"Archers, listen to my command! In the first volley, prioritize killing enemy generals, cavalry, and sword-wielding supervisors to dismantle the enemy's command core."

"Princess Wanyan, your Jurchen cavalry are ready to charge down the western slope after the enemy formation is thrown into disarray, to finish off the remaining enemy and eliminate any who escape."

The commands were clear and concise, and each group of people adjusted their positions instantly, locking down key points throughout the valley. A tight, impenetrable hunting net was fully formed.

A moment later, a dense mass of figures finally appeared outside the valley entrance.

This Northern Di grain convoy was weary from their journey. All the soldiers wore their hair loose and their robes fastened on the left, clad in heavy animal hide armor, and wielded curved swords and spears. Their expressions were tired, yet they still exuded a fierce and menacing aura. Sixty heavy wooden grain carts were lined up in a neat row, their wheels crunching and creaking as they rolled over the snow. Each cart was piled high with bulging grain sacks, and the scent of grain could be faintly detected even through the wind and snow.

At the head of the column, a Northern Di general clad in heavy black iron armor rode forward on horseback. His face was rugged and fierce, and his eyes lazily scanned the valley ahead. This was none other than Tuoba Lie, the centurion leading the group. He had been in charge of transporting provisions for many years and believed that the outskirts of Youzhou were already under the control of the Northern Di army, and no one dared to harass them. He did not take this ordinary valley seriously at all.

"Speed ​​up! We must reach the besieged camp before dark! The commander has given a death order: anyone who delays in supplying provisions will be punished according to military law!" Tuoba Lie coldly rebuked, his voice rough and harsh.

The Northern Di soldiers beside him immediately responded, waving their whips to urge the laborers and soldiers to speed up. The long grain convoy, unsuspecting, stepped into the narrow mountain path of Falling Snow Valley.

A Northern Di soldier, looking at the silent hillsides on both sides, with their deep snow and withered grass, whispered a reminder: "General, this valley is well-hidden. Should we send someone up to scout it out, just in case of an ambush?"

Tuoba Lie scoffed, his face full of disdain and his eyes extremely arrogant: "Ambush? The entire northern border is under the control of my 80,000 troops. The remnants of the Youzhou army are too busy to help themselves, where would they get the strength to cut off my army's supply lines? A small border town like Dongshuang County is nothing more than an ant, not worth fearing! No need to waste time, full speed ahead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped looking at the hillsides on both sides and spurred his horse straight into the depths of the valley. The other Northern Di soldiers also completely let down their guard, their tense nerves completely relaxed. Some soldiers even chatted and joked as they rode, completely unaware that the shadow of death had completely loomed over their heads.

Xiao Jianyang lay in ambush on the hilltop, his gaze cold as he watched the enemy troops step into the ambush zone, patiently waiting for the best opportunity. He did not rush to attack, allowing the enemy vanguard to continue to penetrate deeper, until all sixty grain carts and more than two hundred and seventy Northern Di soldiers had entered the heart of Snowfall Valley, completely separated from the open area at the valley entrance and trapped in the narrow mountain path.

This is the moment!

Xiao Jianyang suddenly raised his right hand high, then brought it down fiercely, his sharp, low shout exploding out: "Attack!"

This command instantly shattered the deathly silence of the valley!

"Grenadiers, throw!" Defang shouted sharply, his eyes bloodshot.

Fifty grenadiers simultaneously rose to their feet, their arms lashing out, and one after another, heavy Heavenly Punishment grenades, accompanied by whistling winds, rained down on the grain convoy in the middle of the valley. A dense barrage of these earthenware grenades sliced ​​through the snow and wind, tracing countless arcs in the air before landing precisely where the grain convoys were concentrated.

Boom boom boom—!!!

A series of violent explosions rang out, shaking the entire valley slightly! The raging flames instantly tore through the pristine white snowscape, and scalding blasts of air, carrying fragments of rocks, wood chips, and grain sacks, swept wildly outwards.

The dozen or so grain carts in the middle section were instantly blown to pieces. The heavy grain sacks burst open, and snow-white millet and dry rations mixed with blood and flesh fragments flew everywhere. The nearby Northern Di soldiers had no time to react. They were instantly blown away by the blast wave, their bodies pierced by rubble. They didn't even have time to scream before they fell into pools of blood.

The devastating casualties instantly engulfed the enemy's central column. The once orderly supply train was blown in two, with the front and rear unable to coordinate, and was completely separated into two parts.

Before the surviving Northern Di soldiers could recover from the shock of the explosion, the archers on both sides of the high slopes had already opened fire!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A dense barrage of crossbow bolts, like a torrential downpour, pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, precisely raining down on the Northern Di enemy troops at the bottom of the valley. The pulley crossbows equipped by the Xiao family army were extremely powerful, with a long range and great penetrating power, far exceeding the ordinary bows and arrows of the Northern Di.

Countless crossbow bolts pierced the animal-hide armor of the Northern Di soldiers, embedding themselves deep in their flesh. Running laborers, infantrymen wielding swords, and cavalrymen on horseback fell to the ground, their blood gushing out and instantly staining the entire snow-white mountain path red.

The archers on the high slope were well-trained and had a clear division of labor. Some were dedicated to shooting down soldiers trying to break through at both ends, while others precisely targeted and eliminated the remaining enemy leaders and cavalry, suppressing all resistance from the enemy. After a volley of arrows was fired, without any instructions, everyone skillfully nocked arrows, aimed, and fired in a seamless sequence, with a continuous rain of arrows constantly covering the valley floor.

In just a few breaths, the valley floor was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. The snow was soaked through by the scalding blood, turning into dark red slush. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of gunpowder permeated the entire valley, making one want to vomit.

The sudden and deadly ambush completely stunned all the Northern Di soldiers.

The once arrogant centurion Tuoba Lie was now filled with horror, his heart pounding and his body ice-cold. He stared intently at the silent high slopes on both sides, listening to the constant sounds of explosions, arrows raining down, and screams echoing around him. His mind went blank, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"An ambush! It's an enemy ambush!!"

Tuoba Lie finally reacted, roaring hoarsely, his voice filled with extreme panic and fear. He had fought for many years and experienced countless battles, but he had never seen such a swift and terrifying ambush.

The enemy seemed to appear out of thin air, and their attacks were deadly. Their firepower was so fierce that it was despair-inducing. In a short time, nearly half of his hundreds of men were killed or wounded, and his formation completely collapsed.

"Cavalry in the front, charge immediately! Break through the blockade ahead! Infantry, form ranks and defend! Archers, counterattack!!" Tuoba Lie forced down his panic and roared orders frantically, trying to stabilize the formation and break through the encirclement.

Upon hearing this, the remaining Northern Di cavalry immediately spurred their horses, brandished their scimitars, and charged madly toward the front of the valley entrance, trying to break through Lin Qingxue's defensive line and escape the valley's predicament.

However, the improved three-piece armor set gave the warhorses a huge advantage. The ordinary warhorses of the Northern Barbarians could not accelerate at all in the narrow mountain roads. In addition, the snow made the roads slippery, which greatly reduced their charging speed. Before they had even charged a few feet, they were all stopped by the dense crossbow bolts coming from the opposite direction.

The first few cavalrymen were pierced by crossbow bolts, their horses collapsing in pain and crashing into the snow, pinning their riders down. The cavalrymen following behind were unable to stop in time and fell one after another, creating a chaotic scene.

The infantry attempting to retreat were also blocked at the end of the valley by Bai Huatong's infantry. The Xiao family's infantry, armed with spears, formed a dense defensive formation, their spears protruding layer by layer, their cold light gleaming. Any Northern Di soldiers who dared to approach were pierced through the body by the spears, giving the enemy no chance to escape.

There's no way forward or backward, and no hope of breaking through!

The narrow Snowfall Valley became a death trap for the Northern Di supply convoy. The Northern Di soldiers were thrown into a panic; their once fierce fighting spirit vanished, leaving only endless fear. Some dropped their weapons and knelt to beg for mercy, while others scattered in disarray, dodging the ever-present rain of arrows and subsequent grenade bombardment. Their formation completely collapsed, and they were no longer able to mount any effective resistance.

Tuoba Lie watched his soldiers suffer heavy casualties and besiege, his eyes filled with ferocity and resentment. He gripped his long sword tightly, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Hold on! It's just a small ambush! Maintain formation, fight to the death to break through, and those who survive will be richly rewarded! Those who cower and flee will be executed!"

He killed two of his personal guards who fled in panic, trying to stabilize morale with ruthless methods, but the tide had turned, and no amount of intimidation would help. The soldiers were already terrified by the sudden and terrifying ambush, and no one obeyed orders; they only cared about saving their own lives.

Just as the enemy forces were thrown into complete chaos, Xiao Jianyang gave a deep order: "Jurchen cavalry, attack! Mop up the remaining enemy!"

"Yes, sir!"

Wanyan Chuyu's eyes lit up, instantly shedding her usual gentleness and replacing it with the fierce decisiveness of the battlefield. Holding a curved sword, she was the first to ride out of cover, her white fox fur fluttering in the wind and snow, her movements agile and swift.

Hundreds of elite Jurchen cavalry followed closely behind, charging down the high slope, their hooves pounding the snow with a mighty roar. These Jurchen cavalrymen were all highly skilled horsemen with rich combat experience, and with their excellent horse equipment, they moved through the chaotic valley as if on flat ground, displaying their full combat prowess.

Wanyan Hu took the lead, his burly body seated on horseback, a heavy longsword in hand, his eyes fierce and menacing. He fixed his gaze on a Northern Di chieftain who was trying to put up a stubborn resistance, spurred his horse forward, and brought his longsword down with tremendous force.

The Northern Di chieftain had just raised his scimitar to parry when the force of the blow made his arm go numb, and his weapon slipped from his hand. Before he could react, he was struck in the shoulder by the blade, screamed in agony, and fell into a pool of blood, lifeless.

The Jurchen cavalry scattered, charging back and forth along the valley paths, specifically targeting the fleeing remnants. The panicked Northern Di infantry were powerless against the cavalry's charge and crushing force; amidst the flashing scimitars, men fell and died one after another.

The archers and grenadiers of the Xiao family army on the high slope did not stop firing. Whenever they saw the enemy troops gathering together and trying to regroup, Defang would immediately order the Heavenly Punishment Grenades to be thrown, accurately blowing up the enemy's gathering points and completely crushing any possibility of the enemy regrouping.

A volley of grenades rained down, blowing several more Northern Di soldiers to pieces, their flesh mangled and bloodied. The surviving soldiers scattered in terror, no longer daring to entertain the slightest thought of banding together to resist.

Lin Qingxue stood guard at the entrance of the valley, her figure aloof and cold, long sword in hand, her gaze fixed intently on the front of the battlefield. Whenever a survivor attempted to desperately break through the valley entrance, she would personally intervene, her swordplay swift and decisive, defeating the enemy with a single blow. No one had ever managed to escape her defenses. Her infantry formed a tight, orderly formation, effectively blocking all escape routes.

Bai Huatong, stationed at the end of the valley, was calm and experienced. He commanded his soldiers to advance steadily, clearing out the remaining enemy forces bit by bit, preventing any soldiers from hiding or escaping through the dead ends of the mountain paths, and eliminating any who managed to slip through the net.

The entire ambush was completely controlled by Xiao's army. From the opening grenades that broke the formation and the crossbows that suppressed the entire area, to the cavalry's dive-and-reap and the infantry's strict defense, the attack was layered and relentless, leaving the Northern Di enemy no chance to breathe or counterattack.

As Tuoba Lie watched his personal guards dwindle and his soldiers nearly wiped out, with most of his sixty grain carts destroyed and engulfed in flames, despair finally welled up in his eyes. He had fought for many years, transporting countless grain supplies, and never imagined that he would be ambushed and routed by an unknown force in an unnamed valley.

He finally realized that this was not a small band of bandits attacking, but a meticulously planned and deployed ambush! The enemy's tactics, weapons, and combat strength far surpassed any of the Great Wu garrison he had ever seen!

"Which army is it?!" Tuoba Lie roared to the sky, his eyes bloodshot with rage, filled with resentment and fear.

No one answered his question; the only responses were the howling wind and snow, the fierce rain of arrows, the deafening explosions, and the screams of his soldiers rising and falling.

At this moment, the valley was engulfed in flames and filled with the smoke of battle. The once pristine snowfield was now soaked in blood and stained red by the flames of war. The ground was littered with the corpses of Northern Di soldiers, wrecked supply wagons, broken weapons, and tattered grain sacks. Grain, cloth, and military supplies were scattered everywhere.

The remaining dozens of Northern Di soldiers completely lost their will to fight. They threw down their weapons, knelt in the snow, shivering, and begged for mercy with their hands covering their heads. They no longer had any of the fierce arrogance of the Northern Di soldiers.

Xiao Jianyang stood atop the slope, coldly surveying the brutal battle unfolding in the valley below, his expression calm and undisturbed. This was the cruelty of war. The Northern Barbarians had long plundered the borders and slaughtered the people; their current predicament was entirely their own doing.

He did not order a halt, allowing his soldiers to continue mopping up the remaining enemy forces. To completely contain the 80,000-strong Northern Di army and alleviate the pressure on Youzhou, it was essential to utterly destroy this supply convoy, leaving no future threats, cutting off the Northern Di camp's food supply, forcing them to divert their troops back to defend, and disrupting their siege strategy.

The fierce battle raged on in the valley below, the sounds of battle, clashing weapons, screams, and explosions mingling together, echoing throughout the Snowfall Valley. Wanyan Chuyu's Jurchen cavalry had now fully deployed their battle lines, a hundred or so riders scattered throughout the narrow mountain paths, weaving and crushing their way through the enemy lines. Utilizing the absolute advantage of their high-bridged saddles and iron stirrups, the Jurchen riders didn't need to worry about maintaining their balance; their hands were completely free to wield their swords, and each charge claimed the lives of several remaining enemies.

Wanyan Hu's eyes were bloodshot from the fighting, his body splattered with blood, and his longsword was already cleaved with countless nicks. He spotted a few Northern Di infantrymen who were huddled together, stubbornly resisting against the damaged supply wagons. He spurred his horse and charged straight at them. With the help of his tack, he brought his horse to a steady stop in front of an obstacle. He leaned forward and swept his longsword horizontally. The sharp blade light instantly cut through the wind and snow, forcing the Northern Di soldiers to retreat. Then, with two more consecutive strikes, he finished off his opponents.

"The weapons of these Great Wu garrison soldiers are incredibly powerful!" Wanyan Hu gasped for breath, wiping the blood from his face. He bent down and stroked the still-sturdy battle sword in his hand, his expression one of utter astonishment. He carefully ran his fingers along the grooves of the blade, then tapped the edge, listening to the crisp sound. Then, his eyes filled with shock, he exclaimed, "Fine iron! Truly fine iron! Much better than what our tribe's blacksmiths forged! This battle sword, even in charging, slashing, and head-on collisions, won't chip or break at all. It can last for years without breaking!"

Not only him, but all the Jurchen cavalrymen truly felt the overwhelming advantage of their weaponry. The scimitars of the Northern Di soldiers were mostly made of rough materials, and would bend and deform after a few collisions, while the standard-issue swords and spears of the Xiao family army were far superior in hardness and sharpness, resulting in a one-sided suppression in close combat.

The archers on the hilltop continued firing in shifts without pause. The remaining Northern Di soldiers dared not fight together any longer and could only scatter and hide behind the wreckage of supply wagons and piles of rocks, where they would be targeted by accurate crossbow bolts if they peeked out. Many of the remaining soldiers tried to dig through the snow and climb up the steep slopes on both sides of the valley to escape the ambush.

However, the Xiao family army had already completely controlled the high slopes on both sides. From their vantage point, they could see any movement in the valley below. Whenever someone tried to climb out, the archers above would immediately adjust their angle and shoot arrows from above, shooting down the remaining soldiers one by one, who would fall into the snow and never survive.

Defang stood in the center of the slope, calmly surveying the entire battle situation and constantly fine-tuning his orders. He didn't blindly order everyone to throw grenades, but instead precisely controlled ammunition consumption, only targeting enemy strongholds hidden in blind spots and areas inaccessible to crossbows. Each explosion precisely cleared out any remaining enemy forces in these blind spots, while simultaneously destroying any remaining intact supply wagons, preventing the enemy from seizing supplies and holding out for reinforcements.

Under the successive bombings, the remaining twenty-odd intact grain wagons were all set ablaze. The raging fire spread wildly along the wooden wagons, and the dry grain, hay, and dried meat flammable materials instantly caught fire, billowing black smoke into the sky, and the flames illuminated the entire valley. The scorching heat dispelled the surrounding chill, and the acrid smells of burnt food, blood, and gunpowder mingled together, becoming increasingly pungent and intense.

The infantry defenses in front of and behind the valley were as solid as a rock, without the slightest sign of wavering. Lin Qingxue held a long sword, her cold gaze sweeping over every gap in the defenses. Her infantrymen worked in pairs, thrusting their spears forward to kill, steadily compressing the battlefield space and slowly eliminating any stragglers, giving the enemy no chance to catch their breath or lie low.

Bai Huatong led the garrison at the valley's edge, focusing on clearing out any scattered cavalry fleeing from the rear. Several Northern Di cavalrymen who had managed to escape the melee desperately spurred their horses toward the rear of the valley entrance, hoping to break through the blockade and return to the Northern Di camp to report the news. However, as soon as they reached the vicinity of the defensive line, they were held back by a dense array of spears. Their horses were startled and halted, and the riders, unable to break through, were surrounded and killed by the soldiers who caught up with them. Not a single one escaped.

Even in dire straits, Tuoba Lie still refused to surrender. He gathered his last dozen or so personal guards, formed a small circle with their backs against the wreckage of a burned grain cart, and held their long swords in a desperate defense, putting up a final stand.

These personal guards were his elite troops who had been by his side for many years. Their combat strength far exceeded that of ordinary soldiers. Knowing that they were doomed, they fought back fiercely, brandishing their scimitars and killing several Xiao family infantrymen who charged forward. They managed to hold onto their small position.

Tuoba Lie was panting heavily, his chest heaving, his body covered in a mixture of blood and dust, his heavy armor riddled with knife and arrow wounds. He stared intently at the tall, black figure atop the hill, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion. He had fought in the northern border for over a decade and knew the surrounding forces inside and out. None of the remnants of the Youzhou army or the surrounding tribes possessed such a well-equipped, tactically astute, and fiercely armed force.

"Who on earth is this force! How dare they intercept my Northern Di army's supplies? Aren't they afraid that my 80,000 troops will trample the entire territory!" Tuoba Lie roared in a low voice, his heart filled with resentment and fear. He knew very well that this mysterious ambush force was terrifyingly powerful. If they continued to harass the supply lines, the army besieging the city at the front would be cut off from supplies, and the entire war in Youzhou would completely collapse.

The battle at the bottom of the valley remained fierce, with sporadic sounds of fighting constantly rising. The remaining Northern Di soldiers were still putting up a desperate resistance, but they could only barely survive and were unable to reverse the overall defeat.

The snow continued to fall, sizzling on the burning fire and silently witnessing the one-sided, brutal ambush amidst the corpses and blood-soaked ground.