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

A biting wind howled atop the city walls of Mozhou.

An army of 100,000 men was at the city gates.

Su Mu stood on the city wall, calmly gazing at the black torrent.

Behind him, Qin Hao, Zhou Huchen, You Zhongyi, Gu Changfeng, Zhao Tieniu and others stood on both sides, each with a solemn expression.

"Old Su, the Northern Di people are here."

Qin Hao lowered his voice, his tone devoid of fear, only conveying a solemnity before a great battle.

Su Mu nodded without turning around and said, "Changfeng, go and bring Tuoba Han and Tuoba Lie up."

Gu Changfeng clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Yes!"

Before long, two soldiers escorted Tuoba Han and Tuoba Lie onto the city wall.

The two men were shackled and dressed in thin prison clothes, their faces turning blue from the cold wind.

They were led to the battlements.

Tuoba Han raised his head and looked at the dark mass of the Northern Di army below the city. A complex expression flashed in his eyes, a mixture of fear, resentment, and endless bitterness.

Tuoba Lie's gaze, however, was much calmer. He looked at the golden banner below the city, and at the figure clad in golden armor beneath it. A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Big brother, you still came."

Su Mu glanced at him but didn't say anything.

……

Beneath the city walls, in front of the Northern Di army.

"Your Majesty, look!" Hu'erchi, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted the two figures being held captive on the city wall. Pointing towards the city gate, he exclaimed, "The two princes are on the city wall!"

Tuoba Feng reined in his horse and squinted as he looked towards the city wall.

As expected, Tuoba Han and Tuoba Lie were escorted to the city wall, with several Daqian soldiers holding long swords standing behind them.

Timur said in a muffled voice, "Your Majesty, Su Mu is trying to threaten you into withdrawing your troops by using the lives of the two princes! Does he think we're afraid?"

Tuoba Feng sneered, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"From the moment I killed Sikong Yu, I made my decision clear."

"Even if you threaten me with the lives of your own brothers, it will be to no avail. What I want is the northern border and the world. Two mere hostages are not enough to make me withdraw my troops."

"Never mind their lives or deaths. I will win this battle, reclaim the Northern Territory, and crush the Great Qian!"

The generals shouted in unison, "Your Majesty is wise!"

Tuoba Feng raised his riding whip, pointed it at the city wall, and shouted, "Which general is willing to challenge us?"

"This humble general is willing to go!"

Timur was the first to ride out, swinging a pair of large iron hammers in the air with great force.

"Your Majesty, this humble general will lead the charge!!"

Tuoba Feng nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.

"Good! General Temu, step forward and challenge them! Beat the drums to cheer them on!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The war drums thundered, and the 100,000-strong army shouted in unison: "General Temujin is mighty! Crush the northern border! Slay Su Mu!"

Timur rode his horse out to the front of the battle.

He held the iron hammer and galloped all the way to the moat, where he reined in his horse and reared up on its hind legs.

He looked up at the city wall, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Listen up, you big dogs on the city wall! I am Temur, the strongest man in the Northern Barbarians! Where is your centenarian Su Mu? Tell him to come out and face his death! Don't hide behind the city walls like a coward!"

"What General Who Guards the North, what Centenarian War God? They're all bullshit in front of my iron hammer!"

"Su Mu, if you're scared, obediently open the city gates, kneel down and call me 'Grandpa' three times, and I might spare your life! Otherwise, when the city falls, I'll smash your white-haired head into mincemeat!"

On the city wall, the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty gritted their teeth and gripped their swords and spears tightly.

Qin Hao's expression darkened, and he turned around to clasp his hands in a fist salute to Su Mu.

"Elder Su, this humble general requests permission to fight! Let this subordinate go down and confront this arrogant scoundrel!"

Su Mu stared at the arrogant Timur below the city with his cloudy old eyes for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Alright, take three thousand soldiers out of the city, fight him a few rounds, test his strength, figure out his tactics, and then come back."

Qin Hao clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This subordinate obeys!"

He turned and strode down the city wall, mounted his horse, picked up his spear, and led three thousand cavalrymen out of the city gate.

On the city wall, war drums resounded, and the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty shouted in unison.

"General Qin is mighty!"

"kill!"

……

Outside the city gate, on the battlefield between the two armies.

Qin Hao rode out into battle, his long spear held horizontally on the saddle, his silver armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He reined in his horse and stood facing Timur at a distance of several dozen paces, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.

"You Northern Barbarian brat, cease your arrogance! Qin Hao of the Great Qian Dynasty is here!"

Timur looked him up and down and sneered.

"Qin Hao? Never heard of him. I've only heard of Su Mu. Who do you think you are? You dare to challenge me?"

Qin Hao sneered, flicked his spear, and pointed the tip directly at Timur.

"Only if you defeat this general will you be qualified to see Elder Su. If you fail, you will not live to see anyone."

Timur was furious. He roared, spurred his horse, and charged at Qin Hao, brandishing his iron hammer.

"court death!"

The two horses crossed paths, and their weapons clashed.

"clang!"

A loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.

Qin Hao's spear collided with Timur's iron hammer, the impact making Qin Hao's hands go numb and almost causing him to drop the spear.

His pupils contracted slightly. This guy's strength was indeed worthy of being called the strongest man in the Northern Barbarians.

Timur was also taken aback.

He thought he could smash Qin Hao's gun away with one blow, but he didn't expect the other party to catch it head-on.

Although it was obvious that Qin Hao's arm was trembling, this strength was already considered top-notch among the generals of Daqian.

"You've got some skill!" Timur grinned, his eyes gleaming with even stronger fighting spirit. "Again!"

The two men turned their horses around and charged at each other again.

Timur's hammer was powerful and heavy; each strike carried immense force, creating a howling wind and leaving a large crater in the ground.

Qin Hao's marksmanship was exquisite, employing thrusting, parrying, sweeping, and deflecting techniques with great flexibility. He avoided direct confrontation with Timur, instead using skillful techniques to deflect force and exploit weaknesses.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Eighty moves

……

The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows with guns and hammers, sparks flying everywhere.

On the city wall, the soldiers of the Great Qian held their breath in concentration, while below, the Northern Di army shouted encouragement.

Sweat beaded on Qin Hao's forehead, and his arms began to ache.

Timur was incredibly strong; every collision sent shivers down his spine.

Although he skillfully deflected most of the force, after more than eighty consecutive moves, his tiger's mouth had split open, and blood was flowing down the shaft of the spear.

Timur was no better off.

His breathing became rapid, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He hadn't expected that this Han Chinese general named Qin Hao could hold out under his command for so long.

Moreover, Qin Hao's marksmanship was extremely cunning, targeting his weaknesses and nearly striking his vitals several times.

"Good! Good! Good!" Timur roared three times, his eyes blazing with ferocity. "I'll see how long you can hold out!"

He suddenly exerted his strength, striking with both hammers simultaneously, one aimed at Qin Hao's spear and the other at Qin Hao's chest.

Qin Hao parried with his spear, and with a loud clang, the spear was bent into an arc and almost broke.

His chest was struck by the hammer's force, his blood surged, and a sweet taste rose in his throat as a mouthful of blood welled up.

He gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood, and turned his horse to leave.

"withdraw!"

Qin Hao led three thousand cavalrymen back into the city gate, and the drawbridge was quickly raised.

Timur did not chase after him, but instead raised his hammer, threw his head back, and laughed loudly, his laughter rough and unrestrained.

"Hahaha! What General Qin! Nothing special. Is this all the generals of the Great Qian Dynasty are capable of?"

On the city wall, the hearts of the Daqian soldiers sank.

Zhou Huchen's face was ashen, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

"This Timur truly lives up to his reputation as the strongest man in the Northern Barbarians; his strength is simply too great."

"General Qin's marksmanship is already one of the best in the army, but he still can't beat him in terms of strength."

You Zhongyi frowned and whispered, "Elder Su, this man is not easy to deal with. Although his hammer technique is crude, his strength is too great. One force can overcome ten techniques..."

Zhao Tieniu stood aside, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes filled with fighting spirit, eager to try.

"Old Su, let me go and meet him!"

Su Mu shook his head, staring at Temur, who was still shouting below the city.

He knew that even Qin Hao would have a hard time winning, let alone Zhao Tieniu.

Although Tie Niu was strong, his moves were not as varied as Qin Hao's.

Even in a direct contest of strength, Iron Bull might not be able to win.

Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, he decided to take action and kill all the generals under the Northern Di King.

Then, they fought a decisive battle against the 100,000-strong army of the Northern Di King.

Beneath the city walls, Timur raised his hammer high, the sound growing louder and louder.

"Su Mu! You coward! What kind of skill is it to send your men to their deaths? If you're so capable, come down here yourself! Let me see just how much this centenarian is worth!"

"What General Who Guards the North, what War God of the Great Qian Dynasty? He's nothing but an old codger cowering behind the city walls!"

"If you're scared, obediently open the city gates, kneel down, and call me 'Grandpa' three times! I might spare your life!"

In the Northern Di army, 100,000 soldiers shouted in unison, their voices rising higher and higher.

"General Temujin is mighty!"

"That Shetland Sheepdog is such a coward!"

"You big bastard, come out and face your death!"

Tuoba Feng sat on his horse, a smug smile on his lips.

He turned to look at Ge Lie and said with a smile, "Senior Ge Lie, you see, General Temu defeated Qin Hao with just one move."

"I guess Su Mu will have to take matters into his own hands."

Gore remained silent.

He gripped his iron spear, his gaze fixed on the hunched figure on the city wall.

"You're this arrogant just because you won one game?"

"Changfeng, bring me my knife."

"I will personally go to meet the enemy."

After saying that, Su Mu turned around, walked down the city wall, and headed straight for the city gate!