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

"kill!"

At Su Mu's command, five thousand vanguard soldiers poured out of the city gates like a flood bursting its banks.

Cavalry led the way, infantry followed, and Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) warriors spread out on both flanks, their swords and spears forming a forest, their banners waving in the wind.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the heavens and the shouts of battle ripped through the sky.

Su Mu took the lead, his Akhal-Teke horse charging straight ahead like a white lightning bolt.

His iron spear was still dripping with blood, his white hair fluttered in the wind like a battle flag, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Gore used his iron spear to brace himself against the ground, barely managing to keep his balance.

Upon hearing the shout, he looked up and saw the white figure rushing towards him at an incredible speed, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"not good!"

He instinctively raised his iron spear to parry, but he was too slow.

His internal organs were injured by the force of the palm strike, and his arm was still trembling. No matter how exquisite his marksmanship was, he could not muster even a fraction of his strength.

Su Mu's iron spear has arrived.

"puff!"

The spear tip pierced Gore's chest and emerged from his back, gushing blood.

Gore's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but only a "hoarse" sound came out of his throat.

His iron spear clattered to the ground, and his hands hung limply at his sides.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Mu lifted Ge Lie's corpse high above his head with the tip of his spear.

With flowing white hair, a corpse was impaled on an iron spear, and blood dripped down the shaft, staining the snow-white mane of the Akhal-Teke horse.

Beside him, Timur had just climbed onto his warhorse and hadn't even had time to grab his hammer when Su Mu's iron spear arrived.

"puff!"

The second shot pierced Timur's throat.

His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his face was filled with disbelief.

He was the strongest man in the Northern Barbarians, and had dominated the Northern Barbarians for decades. He never imagined that he would die like this.

They didn't even have time to grab their weapons, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

With a flick of his spear, Su Mu lifted Timur's corpse up and hung it alongside Ge Lie's corpse on the spear shaft.

A steel spear held two corpses, blood dripping down their bodies.

When Monlik and Jamukha saw this, they were terrified and turned their horses to flee.

Su Mu did not give chase.

He rode on his Ferghana horse, holding an iron spear with both hands, the tips of which bore the corpses of Gore and Timur. He swept his spear across the Northern Di soldiers in front of him, his voice like thunder.

"You Northern Barbarian brat, come and prepare to die!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it drowned out all the noise of the battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of every Northern Di soldier.

The 100,000-strong army remained completely silent.

Everyone saw the two corpses impaled on the iron spear.

Ge Lie, the Northern Di Gun God, is a martial arts prodigy who appears only once in a century on the grasslands.

Timur, the strongest warrior of the Northern Di, was a fierce general who once single-handedly slaughtered an entire tribe.

They are all dead.

"Gore the Gun God... is dead!"

"General Temujin... has also been killed!"

"Even they are no match for us... how can we win?"

The Northern Di soldiers' hands trembled as they gripped their swords, their warhorses neighed uneasily, and the cavalry in the front ranks instinctively took a few steps back.

On the city wall.

When Zhou Huchen saw Su Mu kill two generals with his spear, he was so excited that he punched the battlement.

"Old Su is mighty! Brothers, all troops, charge! Follow Old Su and kill!"

He turned around and roared into the city, "Brothers in the city, all out! Charge!"

"kill!"

The soldiers inside the city had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

The brothers from the Fire Station were the first to rush out, carrying their long-handled swords and raising their broadswords, howling as they charged out of the city gate.

They followed Su Mu all the way from Qinghe County, fighting their way up from cooks to elite troops.

They weren't afraid of the Northern Barbarians; they were only afraid that Elder Su wouldn't let them go to the battlefield.

Although Qin Hao was injured, he mounted his horse, grabbed his spear, and led the central army out.

Zhou Huchen, You Zhongyi, Gu Changfeng, and Zhao Tieniu each led their troops, surging out of the city gates like a tide.

Thirty thousand soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty faced a hundred thousand Northern Di soldiers.

Despite the vast disparity in numbers, morale completely sided with the Great Qian.

……

In the Northern Di army.

As Tuoba Feng rode on his horse, his mind went blank as he looked at the white-haired old man riding a white horse and spearing two generals.

He had imagined countless possibilities.

The army besieged the city and attacked day and night. Su Mu could not hold out, and the city fell and his men perished.

He imagined Timur smashing the city gate with a hammer, imagined Gore killing Su Mu with a spear, and imagined Khurchi shooting an arrow through Su Mu's throat.

But he had never imagined this scene would unfold before him.

The four fierce generals joined forces, but were blasted away by a single palm strike.

Gore and Timur were killed with a single spear thrust.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The voice of the Imperial Advisor Xuan Ce rang in his ears, "The war has begun! You must encourage the soldiers! They cannot lose their composure!"

Tuoba Feng snapped back to his senses, took a deep breath, and suppressed the fear in his heart.

He drew the golden sword from his waist, the tip pointing south, his voice trying his best to maintain its authority.

"My soldiers! I have 100,000 troops! They only have 30,000! We have overwhelming numbers, the advantage is on our side! Kill!"

"The war drums sound, let's cheer them on!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of war drums shook the heavens and the sound of horns tore through the sky.

The captains of the Northern Di cavalry drew their longswords, raised their arms, and shouted, "By order of the King, kill! Crush the Great Qian!"

"kill!"

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

The heavily armored cavalry in the front charged forward, followed closely by the light cavalry in the middle, while the archers in the rear drew their bows and unleashed a rain of arrows.

A black, armored torrent swept towards the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty.

But their battle cries lacked the confidence they once had.

Their charging formation was not as orderly as before.

Gore died, Timur died, and Monlik and Jamukha ran away.

Of the four fierce generals, some were dead and some had fled, leaving no one to hold the line.

The two armies clashed.

Su Mu took the lead and charged ahead.

His gun barrel was stained red with blood, gleaming darkly in the sunlight.

He charged to the front of the Northern Di cavalry, sweeping his iron spear across the front row and knocking three cavalrymen off their horses.

"kill!"

The five thousand vanguard soldiers followed closely behind, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the heart of the Northern Di army.

The swordsman with the long sword was in front, and with one stroke he severed the horse's leg.

Sword and shield soldiers were at the rear, using shields to block arrows and long swords to stab people.

The spearmen lined up, their spear tips like a forest, piercing through the charging cavalry.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The sounds of battle shouts, screams, clashing metal, and neighing warhorses mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

Su Mu's iron spear charged left and right through the enemy ranks like a black dragon.

His marksmanship was fierce and domineering; with each thrust, a man would fall from his horse.

With each sweeping shot, several people were sent flying.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, and his white Akhal-Teke horse stood out like a white lightning bolt amidst the torrent of black armor.

Zhou Huchen stared at the white-haired figure charging through the enemy ranks, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice trembling.

"Old Su... charged through the Ten Armies alone... he was clearing a path for us!"

You Zhongyi gripped his longsword tightly, gritting his teeth as he said, "Follow Elder Su! Slay the Northern Di King!"

The soldiers of Daqian were in high spirits. They were not afraid of death because they knew that Elder Su was ahead of them.

With Elder Su around, they will not lose.

Su Mu's gaze remained fixed on the golden banner in the distance.

Tuoba Feng, riding a horse beside him, was clad in golden armor and surrounded by a dense array of personal guards.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

If Tuoba Feng is killed, the Northern Di army will surely collapse.

Su Mu took a deep breath, hung the iron spear on the saddle, and gathered his true energy in his palms.

Golden light shone in his palm, growing brighter and brighter, more and more intense.

"Shocking for miles around!"

With both palms extended, two golden dragons flew out from his palms, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and blasted forward.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the earth.

The dozens of Northern Di cavalrymen blocking Su Mu's way were swallowed up by the golden dragon, flying out along with their horses and crashing into the ground, creating large craters.

The cavalry in the front row were blown apart, the cavalry in the back row were overturned, and a gap was torn open in the middle.

The Akhal-Teke horse neighed loudly, its four hooves flying as it rushed through the opening.

A white horse and an old man with white hair, surrounded by an army of 100,000, charged straight toward the Northern Di King like an arrow released from a bow.

The white horse was as white as snow, and the black armor was as black as ink.

The contrast between the white and black colors is striking.

That hunched figure stood out starkly against the black torrent, as if he were the only person in the world.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Tuoba Feng's voice changed, and he pointed his golden knife in Su Mu's direction, roaring hoarsely.

Hundreds of guards rushed forward, but they couldn't even touch the hem of Su Mu's clothes.

The iron spear swept across, and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms struck one after another, each blow fatal.

The Northern Di King panicked. He saw the white-haired old man getting closer and closer, and he saw the murderous intent in his eyes. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Protect the King! Quickly, protect the King!"