I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

He reached out to touch the scimitar beside him, a symbol of his status.

But years of indulging in wine and women had hollowed out his body; his outstretched hand trembled so badly that he couldn't even grip the knife handle properly.

Qi Shan looked at his blustering but cowardly appearance without a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at a dead animal.

He was too lazy to even bother with any more words.

He took two steps forward.

Yelüda only felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure was already right in front of him.

He wanted to scream, to back away, but it was all too late.

A cold, sharp blade flashed past him, as fast as lightning.

He didn't feel any pain, only a lightness in his arm.

Next up was the second course.

"Well……"

Yelüda looked down, staring incredulously at her own body.

His two thick arms were cleanly severed at the shoulders and fell to the ground, blood gushing out from the cuts like a fountain, instantly staining the tiger skin beneath him red.

A sharp pain, after a brief delay, swept through his entire body like a tidal wave.

"Aaaaaahh ...

A piercing, inhuman scream echoed throughout the tent, but it soon ceased.

Because the third blade had cleanly and decisively sliced ​​across his neck.

A huge head shot into the sky, then fell heavily back down, rolling to the edge of the iron cage. Its eyes, wide open in extreme terror, were still fixed on the trembling women inside the cage.

Qi Shan flicked the blood off the blade and sheathed it.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

"Walk."

He uttered a single word, then turned and walked out of the tent.

Meng Da and the other two followed closely behind.

As soon as they stepped out of the tent, flames were already raging and shouts of battle were deafening.

Countless Yelü soldiers scurried around the camp like headless flies, some rushing towards Yingchou Ravine, while others tried to regroup.

But they soon discovered that it was in vain.

In the darkness, flaming arrows shot from who-knows-where, deliberately setting fire to the unattended tents.

When they gathered in small groups, several dark figures would always pounce out from the shadows of the tents, swiftly and accurately slay the leading junior officer, and then quickly disappear into the night.

Chaos is spreading like a plague.

"Boss! That was fucking awesome!"

Meng Da followed behind Qi Shan, his face flushed with excitement as he looked at the chaotic scene. "These bastards still don't know how many of us there are!"

"Don't linger in the fight."

Qi Shan's voice was frighteningly calm. "Go to the stables. Our men will meet you there."

The four moved through the chaotic camp like ghosts, deliberately choosing to go to the most secluded corners.

Soon, they saw the stables to the east.

A fire also broke out there, but it was contained to a very small area, just to create chaos.

Two hundred soldiers from Qingyang County had dealt with the Yelü soldiers guarding the horses and were quickly untying the reins and selecting the strongest warhorses.

"The boss is here!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stared intently at Qi Shan.

"One horse per person, and let the rest go."

Qi Shan mounted a tall, jet-black warhorse, drew his long sword, and pointed the blade directly at the center of the camp.

"Brothers!"

His voice drowned out all the noise: "Yeluda is dead! Now, follow me and charge out!"

"kill!"

Two hundred people roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

They no longer hide, no longer launch sneak attacks.

Two hundred riders, forming a black torrent, suddenly charged out from the stables and headed straight for the chaotic Yelü camp.

The Yelü soldiers, who were still searching for enemies and trying to regroup, were thrown into chaos by the sudden appearance of the cavalry.

They were simply unable to mount an effective resistance.

Many people, even until their deaths, believed that a riot had broken out among their own people.

Qi Shan took the lead, wielding his long sword, leaving a trail of heads and flying blood and flesh wherever he went.

Without pausing, he led two hundred cavalrymen and fought his way through a camp of thousands.

As they rushed out of the camp and into the vast night, the massive encampment behind them had been completely engulfed in flames.

Screams, roars, and the mournful neighing of warhorses mingled together, like a final lament for the end of the world.

Meng Da rode up to Qi Shan, glanced back at the firelight, and felt as if he were dreaming.

Two hundred men, on a thousand-mile raid, burned the provisions of three thousand-strong army, killed the enemy commander, and fought their way in and out of a camp of several thousand men seven times. In the end, they emerged unharmed with two hundred warhorses.

This battle killed far more than a thousand people.

...

Meng Dale reined in his horse, his excitement still lingering: "Boss, are we heading back to Qingyang County now? The brothers are all waiting for Magistrate Zhao to celebrate our victory!"

This battle, in which the commander-in-chief was killed and the camps were set ablaze, can be described as a remarkable feat.

Qi Shan did not turn around; he continued to gaze in the direction of Yelü's camp, where the firelight illuminated half the sky in a dark red hue.

"Celebrate victory?" he asked calmly. "The war isn't over yet, what's there to celebrate?"

Meng Da was taken aback.

"Of Yelü Da's three thousand cavalry, aside from his personal guards and those scattered by our charge, there are at least two thousand routed soldiers left." Qi Shan turned his horse around, his gaze sweeping over the weary yet excited faces. "A pack of wolves without a leader, starving and exhausted, is more dangerous than an organized army. Once they regroup and pounce on Qingyang County, what do you think Magistrate Zhao can do to stop them?"

A bucket of cold water was poured over them, and everyone calmed down.

Yes, they only killed the commander and burned the grain, but most of the enemy's fighting force is still intact.

"Pass down the order: everyone stay put and rest. No fires are allowed." Qi Shan's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Send out five hunter scouts to find out the movements of those defeated soldiers. Also, take inventory of the spoils."

The command was executed swiftly.

Two hundred men sat on the ground, gnawing on dry, hard jerky, tending to their wounds and wiping their weapons.

The results of the inventory count came out quickly.

Besides each person having a warhorse, they also captured more than 300 scimitars and over 100 sets of leather armor. Although most of them were damaged and stained with blood, in this chaotic world, this was their life-saving possession.

Half an hour later, the scouts returned one after another.

The news is not optimistic.

Although Yelü's defeated troops were in disarray, they had not completely dispersed. Several centurions were trying their best to gather the remnants, and they had already amassed nearly two thousand men, who were moving haphazardly towards Qingyang County.

Their intention was clear—to break through the seemingly weak county town and plunder its wealth before fleeing back to the grasslands.

Almost at the same time, another scout responsible for guarding the rear brought back an even more troublesome intelligence.

"Boss, a group of new recruits, about five hundred men, have arrived at Yelü's camp. They're carrying black dragon flags and look like a band of ruthless bandits."

Qi Shan's eyes flickered: "The Black Dragon Flag?"

He remembered the ruthless bandit named Zhao Wuji, who, according to intelligence, was supposed to be Yelü Da's reinforcement.