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

"I'll take your life!"

The voice carried a sense of pronouncement.

Overwhelmed by the flames, rolling stones, and internal strife, Zhao Wuji abruptly pulled on the reins.

A pair of bloodshot eyes were fixed on the figure in black armor on the cliff face.

Fear was instantly replaced by the madness of survival.

"Qi Shan! You're asking for it!"

Zhao Wuji let out a beast-like roar, his legs spurring the horse's belly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, wielding the heavy ghost-headed saber in his hand. Man and horse became one, like a black evil wind, against the chaotic flow of people, rushing straight towards Qi Shan who was blocking the valley entrance!

He knew very well that it was the only way out.

Only by killing the leader can we have a slim chance of escaping.

The blade tore through the air, carrying a foul, bloody stench, and slashed straight at Qi Shan's face.

This strike was the culmination of Zhao Wuji's energy and spirit accumulated over more than a decade of roaming the mountains and wilderness; it was extremely ruthless.

However, faced with this thunderous attack, Qi Shan simply sat calmly on his horse, without even raising his eyes.

Just as the blade was about to strike.

He moved.

Without any earth-shattering momentum, just a simple side turn, a light touch of the stirrup, and the person had already glided half a body length out like a ghost.

The ghost-headed saber almost grazed his armor as it slashed down, the resulting gust of wind causing his robes to flutter wildly.

The attack missed its target!

Zhao Wuji felt a jolt of alarm in his heart, and with a swift twist of his wrist, he prepared to sweep his blade back.

Too late.

A cold, sharp blade flashed out from an unexpected angle, arriving before the enemy.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

Zhao Wuji froze. He looked down in disbelief as a long, narrow sword pierced his ribs, its tip glowing crimson as it emerged from the other side.

That's a really fast knife.

This was his last thought.

Qi Shan flicked his wrist, drew his sword, and with a twist, a second blade flashed upwards.

A huge head shot into the sky, its face still frozen in shock and resentment.

The headless corpse swayed twice before falling heavily off the horse.

The confidants following behind Zhao Wuji were terrified. Just as they were about to shout, Qi Shan swung his sword backhand, the blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, severing the "Black Dragon Flag" fluttering in the wind beside him!

The torn flag, fluttering in the wind, fell into the raging fire below and was instantly consumed.

"Chief Zhao... is dead!"

"The flag has fallen! Black Dragon Village is finished!"

This scene became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

At this moment, the psychological defenses of all the bandits and Yelü's defeated soldiers completely collapsed.

They scurried and cried like headless flies, only caring about fleeing backwards and trampling each other.

In the chaotic canyon, Qi Shan's cold voice rang out again, clearly resounding throughout the entire area.

"Leave no one alive from the Black Dragon Stronghold bandits!"

"Kill as many Yelu people as you can!"

"kill!"

Meng Da, who could no longer contain himself, took the lead at the command and charged into the crowd like a tiger descending a mountain with a hundred cavalrymen guarding the valley entrance.

Meanwhile, the county soldiers who had already infiltrated the enemy ranks also drew their swords at this moment.

This is a massacre.

For the ruthless bandits of Black Dragon Village, this was a dead end.

The Yelu people were subjected to even more brutal torture!

……

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, the stench of blood from the narrow passage was gradually dispelled by the morning breeze.

Meng Da, covered in blood but with extreme excitement on his face, strode up to Qi Shan, his voice trembling:

"Boss! The count is complete! In this battle, our side suffered only seven dead and twelve wounded!"

"Zhao Wuji's bandit gang of over three hundred members was completely wiped out! Yelü's routed soldiers...200 were killed! The rest scattered like birds and beasts, their whereabouts unknown. Over five hundred warhorses and countless weapons and armor of various kinds were captured!"

With fewer than seventy casualties, the bandits were completely annihilated and the enemy forces were routed!

This achievement is enough to make any border general feel ashamed.

The soldiers around him looked at Qi Shan's back, their eyes shifting from awe to fervent worship.

However, Qi Shan, who had achieved such a legendary feat, showed no joy on his face.

Despite the Yelü people's brazen attack on Qingyang, the Jiangnan border army camp did not respond in the slightest!

This is unreasonable!

........

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away.

Inside the central command tent of the General's Camp of the Jiangnan Border Defense Commander.

Centurion He Yong was comfortably leaning back on the soft couch, holding a crystal-clear glass in his hand, gently swirling the wine in the glass.

He had been waiting for two days.

Judging by the time, Yelü Da's three thousand iron cavalry should have already razed the small Qingyang County to the ground.

That arrogant and ignorant county magistrate, Qi Shan, is probably no more than a corpse by now.

Once the news arrives, he can then legitimately send troops to "suppress the bandits and seek revenge," and naturally bring Qingyang County under his control.

A perfect plan.

"Report!!"

A hurried shout came from outside the tent, and a guard rushed in, his face ashen.

He Yong frowned, displeased, and said, "What's the panic? Has Qingyang County fallen?"

"Chief...Chief..." the guard gasped, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Qingyang...Qingyang is alright!"

"Huh?" He Yong's smile froze on his face.

The guard swallowed hard and shouted with all his might, "Yelü Da... Yelü Da is dead! His central camp was attacked at night by two hundred Qi Shan cavalry, and his three thousand main force... was completely routed! His head is hanging on the city wall of Qingyang County!"

Clap!

A crisp sound.

The glass slipped from He Yong's hand and shattered on the hard floor.

He Yong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Qi Shan...won?

Two hundred cavalrymen launched a night raid on a camp of three thousand men and killed their commander, Yelüda.

This isn't a storybook; this is definitely not the nonsense of a storyteller!

He Yong's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Fear, growing wildly like weeds, instantly seized his heart.

A person capable of creating such a miracle is no longer a tiger, but a monster!

It is a variable that cannot be predicted by common sense!

No!

This person must not be allowed to live!

He Yong's face turned from white to green, and then from green to ferocious.

He had just been thinking of reaping the benefits without lifting a finger, but now it seems that he is the one who could be swallowed up by the tiger at any moment!

Once Qishan consolidates Qingyang County, and if Qishan incorporates those defeated soldiers and captures thousands of warhorses... He Yong might not be able to deal with this guy.

The high-ranking positions and generous salaries promised by the General... are nothing but wishful thinking!

If you don't do it, you will never stop!

A crazy idea took shape in his mind.

He suddenly stood up, strode out of the tent, and headed straight for the central command tent.

We must immediately report to the General and set off at full speed under the pretext of "relieving the siege of Qingyang County and eliminating the remnants of the Hu people"!

He wanted to take advantage of Qishan's "weak period" after the bloody battle, when the men and horses were exhausted and the troops had suffered heavy losses, and wipe them out in one fell swoop!

Then, it was only natural that they took over Qingyang County and swallowed up that enormous credit, along with the county town itself!

The commander's tent was nearby, resplendent in gold and jade, standing out starkly against the somber atmosphere of the surrounding military camp.

He Yong was about to announce it loudly when he suddenly stopped.

A suppressed, angry shout came from inside the tent, spoken in perfect Yelü language!