At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

Early morning, the Northern Barbarian army camp.

The sky was overcast, the clouds hung low, and the north wind howled, whipping up the snow on the ground and rustling it against the tents.

But inside the military camp, it was a scene of bustling activity.

The army of 100,000 had already formed ranks, a dark mass stretching as far as the eye could see.

The armor reflected the hazy sunlight, and the neighing of warhorses and the thud of iron hooves mingled together, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

In front of the central command tent, Tuoba Feng, the King of the Northern Di, stood on a tall chariot, wearing golden armor and a black sable cloak.

A golden sword hung at his waist, gleaming with a blinding cold light in the morning glow.

Behind him stood four fierce generals lined up in a row.

The first man on the left is Timur, the strongest man in the Northern Di. He is broad-shouldered and burly, holding a pair of large iron hammers. His eyes are wide like copper bells, his face is full of scars, and a bloodthirsty smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

The second man on the left, Hurchi, is the top archer of the Northern Barbarians. He is thin, dark-skinned, and has sharp, piercing eyes.

The first man on the right, Menglike, is one of the personal guards commanders of Tuoba Feng. He is tall and strong with a full beard. He holds a ten-foot-long spear with a curved, snake-like tip that gleams with a cold, dark blue light in the morning light.

This man followed Tuoba Feng for twenty years, was extremely loyal, and possessed superb martial arts skills.

The second man on the right, Jamukha, is another personal guard commander of Tuoba Feng. He is short and stocky with thick limbs, but he exudes a fierce and valiant aura.

His weapons were a pair of bronze maces, each weighing sixty jin (approximately 30 kg). When he wielded them, they created a powerful and fierce wind, and when they struck a person, they would either kill or maim them.

Tuoba Feng stood on the chariot, his gaze sweeping over the 100,000-strong army in front of him. He took a deep breath and shouted.

"Warriors of the Northern Barbarians!"

The 100,000-strong army raised their heads in unison, their gazes fixed on Tuoba Feng.

"Today, I, the King, personally lead an army of 100,000 to crush Mozhou! Reclaim the Northern Territory! Rescue my two younger brothers!"

"Three years ago, I conquered five states and thirteen cities in the northern border of the Great Qian Dynasty, and the people of the Great Qian Dynasty fled like stray dogs! Three years later, a centenarian took advantage of my unpreparedness, seized my land, killed my general, and captured my brother!"

He suddenly drew the golden knife from his waist, the tip pointing south.

"I will avenge this! That old bastard Su Mu, I will personally cut off his head and hang it on the flagpole, so that the people of Daqian can see the consequences of opposing the Northern Di!"

"Whoever can slay Su Mu in today's battle will be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households and rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

The 100,000-strong army roared in unison, their voices like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

"Crush the Northern Border! Slay Su Mu!"

"Crush the Northern Border! Slay Su Mu!"

"Order to set off! Head straight for Mozhou!"

"Yes, sir!"

The bugle sounded, deep and long, echoing across the snow-covered plains.

The army of 100,000 began to move, with heavy cavalry in the front, infantry squares in the rear, and archers on both flanks.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and their footsteps echoed like the tide.

Tuoba Feng mounted his warhorse and walked at the head of the procession.

His eyes were filled with a determined gleam, and a smug smile played on his lips.

……

The army marched for more than ten miles.

A scout galloped up from the front, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and panted heavily.

"Your Majesty! There is a man on the official road ahead who calls himself Ge Lie and requests an audience with you!"

Tuoba Feng's brows furrowed suddenly.

"Gore?"

The four fierce generals behind him changed their expressions at the same time.

Timur's eyes widened, his voice trembling: "Gelie? Gelie, the Northern Barbarian Spear God? The master of the Barbarian General?"

Hurchi's pupils contracted, and he murmured, "That lord...wasn't he living in seclusion deep in the grasslands for many years? How could he appear here?"

Monlik's eyes lit up as he excitedly said, "It is said that Senior Golie's marksmanship has reached the point of perfect harmony between man and weapon. If he is willing to lend a hand, our army's chances of winning this battle will greatly increase."

Tuoba Feng burst into laughter, his eyes filled with wild joy.

"Ge Lie... the Northern Di Gun God... hahaha!"

"Heaven helps me! Heaven helps me! Quickly, invite him over!"

Before long, a man on horseback came galloping along the official road.

The man was tall and slender, with a straight back like a pine tree. He wore a gray robe with a worn-out leather armor over it. His hair and beard were white, his face was gaunt, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

He held an iron spear in his hand, its body jet black, its tip gleaming, and a roaring wolf's head engraved on the shaft.

Ge Lie, the God of Guns of the Grasslands, a martial arts prodigy of the Northern Barbarians, and the mentor of Man Tu.

His marksmanship was superb, and he only took one disciple in his life, that was Man Tu.

He loved Man Tu the most, treating him like his own son.

When he heard that Man Tu had been killed by Su Mu in six rounds on the battlefield, he remained silent for three days and three nights.

Then, he picked up the iron spear that had been gathering dust for many years and walked out of the depths of the secluded grassland.

The real reason for coming here is to seek revenge on Su Mu.

"Senior Ge Lie!" Tuoba Feng rode forward on horseback, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Ge Lie stopped, looked at Tuoba Feng, cupped his hands slightly, and spoke in a hoarse but steady voice.

"Your Majesty, I have come here to lend you a helping hand."

Tuoba Feng was overjoyed and quickly said, "With Senior Ge Lie's help, I am like a tiger with wings! Su Mu killed your beloved disciple; this is an irreconcilable enmity!"

A cold glint flashed in Ge Lie's eyes, and his voice was low.

"I've heard that Su Mu is over a hundred years old, yet his swordsmanship is divine and his spearmanship is unmatched."

"My disciple, Man Tu, couldn't last six rounds against him. I'd like to see just how skilled this centenarian really is."

He gripped the iron spear tightly, the wolf's head on the spearhead gleaming eerily in the morning light.

"I want to deal with him myself."

Tuoba Feng laughed heartily and turned to look at the generals.

"Soldiers! This is none other than the Northern Barbarian Spear God, Senior Ge Lie! Today, he has personally descended from the mountains to help our army conquer Mozhou! With him here, Su Mu is doomed!"

The 100,000-strong army shouted in unison, "Gore! Gore! Gore!"

Tuoba Feng waved his hand and shouted, "Ge Lie, listen to my command!"

Gore bowed slightly.

"I hereby appoint you as the Vanguard General, and together with General Timur, lead ten thousand cavalry to clear the way for the entire army!"

Gore raised his head, his eyes gleaming.

"Yes, ma'am."

Tuoba Feng drew his golden sword and shouted loudly.

"All troops, continue the advance! Target: Mozhou!"

Gore rode at the head of the procession on horseback.

He mounted his horse, his iron spear held horizontally on the saddle, and stared straight ahead with piercing eyes.

"Su Mu..."

"I've come to test your skills today!"

……

On the city wall of Mozhou.

Su Mu had already donned his armor and helmet, gripped the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and stared intently ahead.

Qin Hao, Zhou Huchen, You Zhongyi, and others were all fully armed and standing beside Su Mu.

Scouts reported that the entire Northern Di army had set off.

Therefore, it won't be long before the enemy besieges the city.

Su Mu and his men were on high alert.

"They're here!" Qin Hao frowned, staring at the snow-covered plain in front of Mozhou.

Sure enough, a massive, dark army emerged from the snowstorm.