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

A figure slowly emerged from the woods on the right.

The man was dressed in a long black robe, with a resolute face. He held a long spear in his hand, which was pointed diagonally at the ground. The spear gleamed with a cold light in the dim light.

He walked steadily and fearlessly.

Upon seeing the newcomer's face, Xiao Jingyu's pupils constricted sharply, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"Qin Hao? What brings you here?"

Xiao Yichun and Xiao Yidong were also stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes.

They had long heard of Qin Hao's formidable reputation.

They wondered, how could the fiercest general under the Northern General have appeared on the battlefield in the East China Sea?

Shouldn't he be guarding the northern border? How come he's here?

Qin Hao clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xiao Jingyu, his voice earnest: "Third Prince, I am late."

"Upon receiving your letter, Elder Su immediately ordered me to travel day and night to come here."

"Even though we rushed as fast as we could, we were still a step too late, and the prince and the two young masters were frightened."

Xiao Jingyu could no longer hold back his tears.

He looked up at the sky, his voice choked with emotion, yet filled with tears welling in his eyes.

"Elder Su...Elder Su is truly a great benefactor of my Xiao family. I can never repay this kindness in my lifetime."

Sasaki Musashi looked at the unexpected guest who had suddenly appeared before him, then glanced at the dark forest behind him, and sneered, "Boy, do you think you're a god descended from heaven? You think you can stop my two thousand men all by yourself? You probably can't even dodge a single strike from this general!"

Qin Hao wasn't angry; a slight, meaningful smile played on his lips. "Who said I'm alone?"

He slowly raised his right hand and made a gesture in the air.

In an instant, dark figures emerged from all directions in the dim woods.

You Zhongyi leaped down from the treetop on the left, his spear flashing like a black lightning bolt. The moment he landed, the spear shot out like a dragon, piercing through the three Dongyi soldiers at the forefront.

With a flick of the spear, three corpses were flung away like straws, crashing onto the Dongyi soldiers behind them and knocking down five or six of them.

Zhao Tieniu rushed out from behind a boulder, carrying a broken tree trunk as thick as a bowl in his arms. The trunk was still covered with soil and roots, and it weighed at least two or three hundred pounds.

Like a furious black bear, he swung the broken tree in a wide arc and smashed it into the area where the Dongyi soldiers were most concentrated.

With a loud bang, seven or eight Dongyi soldiers were sent flying, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard the moment they hit the ground.

Gu Changfeng silently emerged from the bushes on the side, wielding two swords, and moved like a ghost among the Dongyi soldiers.

His swordsmanship was precise and ruthless; one slash would cut a throat, another would pierce a heart. In just a few breaths, more than a dozen corpses had fallen around him.

Fifty dark figures attacked simultaneously from all directions.

They were like an iron net that suddenly tightened, enveloping the two thousand Dongyi soldiers.

Without orders or hesitation, every move was a deadly strike, each aimed straight for the vital points.

"kill!"

The roar of fifty people drowned out the astonishment of two thousand.

Their teamwork was impeccable; they were like a sharp knife when attacking and an iron wall when defending.

Some were responsible for frontal assault, some for flanking maneuvers, and some for encirclement from the rear.

They hunt in groups of two or three, like a wolf pack—fast, precise, and deadly.

Just as a centurion from the Eastern Barbarian tribe raised his samurai sword, before he could even bring it down, a black crossbow bolt pierced his throat.

He clutched his neck, stared wide-eyed, swayed twice, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

One of the Dongyi soldiers turned to run, but before he could take three steps, a throwing knife flew from behind and landed squarely in his heart.

A group of Dongyi soldiers gathered together, trying to form a circle to resist, but You Zhongyi swept their formation with a single spear thrust. Zhao Tieniu followed closely behind and charged in, sweeping away fallen trees like autumn leaves, knocking the Dongyi soldiers off their feet.

Gu Changfeng followed closely behind, his twin blades flashing as he reaped the lives that were still struggling.

The fifty men were like a deadly blade, leaving a trail of blood and flesh wherever they went.

Although the two thousand Dongyi soldiers were numerous and powerful, they had never encountered such an opponent before.

In the dark forest, they appear and disappear without a trace, their moves are as fast as lightning, their knife skills are precise and deadly, and each of them can take on ten men.

Their formation was broken up time and time again, and each time they regrouped, it was torn apart again.

"Who...who are they?"

Xiao Yidong, supporting his injured brother, stared in disbelief at the carnage on the battlefield.

His voice trembled slightly.

"Fifty men charging at two thousand, and they manage to rout them? In all my years in the military, I've never seen anything like it!"

Despite his injuries, Xiao Jingyu smiled proudly: "This is the special forces unit that Elder Su personally built in the Northern Territory, the one I mentioned to you."

"Fifty men, each one an elite handpicked by him from the Northern Army camp."

"They learned from Master Su's swordsmanship, marksmanship, horsemanship, and crossbowmanship, and they also know how to survive in the wild, infiltrate, and coordinate operations."

"Back in the North, they once wiped out a 500-man reconnaissance team from the Northern Barbarians with only fifty men."

Xiao Yichun lay in his younger brother's arms, his pale face filled with shock: "Fifty men annihilated five hundred... How exactly did General Su train them?"

Xiao Yichun looked at his father, his lips trembling and his eyes filled with excitement.

"Father, after this battle is over, if we can go back alive, I want to see General Su."

Xiao Jingyu smiled: "Don't worry, Father will definitely take you to see him."

……

As Musashi Saki watched his soldiers fall one after another, and saw those black figures moving through his ranks as if they were nothing, he was utterly astonished.

He had fought for many years and had never seen such an opponent.

Fifty men charged at two thousand men, and instead of being overwhelmed, they crushed the two thousand men's ranks to pieces.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

"How could there be such a force in the Great Qian army? I've never heard of it before!"

"I don't believe you can defeat me, Sasaki Musashi!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his twin swords and lunged at Zhao Tieniu, who was engaged in fierce combat.

He wanted to kill that big guy to stabilize morale.

But just as he drew his sword, a long spear suddenly thrust out and precisely blocked his path.

"clang!"

Swords and spears clashed, sparks flew.

Saki Musashi was so shocked that he took three steps back, his hand slightly numb.

Qin Hao stood with his gun in hand, his gaze as hard as iron: "Hey, you Eastern barbarian bandits, your opponent is me."

"Didn't you mock the generals of the Great Qian Dynasty for their incompetence? Today, I'll show you just how powerful they are."

With gritted teeth, Musashi Saki drew both swords simultaneously, their blades flashing as they aimed straight for Qin Hao's throat.

Instead of retreating, Qin Hao advanced, flicking his spear in the starting stance of the Overlord Spear Technique.

After practicing for a period of time, he has mastered the essence of the Overlord Spear Technique taught by Su Mu.

In addition, his marksmanship was already superb.

The gun barrel traced an arc in mid-air, striking Sasaki Musashi's blade precisely with a loud clang, knocking Sasaki Musashi's left-hand sword away.

Qin Hao continued his spear thrust without pause, aiming the spear tip directly at Saki Musashi's chest.

Saki Musashi gasped in astonishment.

He slashed horizontally with his right hand, trying to cut the tip of the spear.

But Qin Hao's marksmanship was too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react. The tip of the gun had already grazed his blade and pierced his left shoulder.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out, and Saki Musashi groaned, staggering back two steps.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his left shoulder, then looked up at the still-dripping spear in Qin Hao's hand, his eyes filled with shock.

"What... what kind of marksmanship is this...?"

Qin Hao did not answer.

He flicked his spear, and the second shot was already upon him.

This shot is faster, fiercer, and more domineering!

The spear tip, carrying a spinning burst of energy, was like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Saki Musashi's heart.

Saki Musashi mustered all his strength to raise his sword and parry, but his left arm had been crippled, greatly reducing his strength.

He crossed his two swords in front of his chest, bracing himself against Qin Hao's spear.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, Saki Musashi's right-hand sword broke in half, and half of the blade flew far away.

Qin Hao's spear still had momentum, and the tip pierced through his chest and protruded from his back.

Saki Musashi's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened as if to say something, but the blood gushing from his throat blocked it.

"Clang!"

His twin swords fell to the ground, his hands hung limply at his sides, and his body slowly leaned forward.

Qin Hao holstered his gun and stepped back, causing Saki Musashi's body to crash to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

On the battlefield, the remaining Dongyi soldiers, seeing their commander killed, felt as if they had lost their backbone and completely collapsed.

They dropped their weapons and ran!

You Zhongyi swept away the last few stubborn Dongyi soldiers with a single shot, then turned and gestured to his brothers behind him:

"Leave no one alive!"

The remaining special forces soldiers drew their crossbows, aimed at the fleeing Dongyi soldiers, and fired a volley of arrows, raining down and accurately piercing the back of each fleeing soldier.

Then they quickly caught up and killed them all without leaving a single one alive.

Two thousand men, all wiped out.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like streams.

Those fifty black figures stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with only a few suffering minor injuries.

Supported by his younger brother, Xiao Yichun struggled to his feet, looking at the carnage before him, his voice trembling.

"Fifty men... wiped out two thousand... and only a few were lightly injured?"

Xiao Yidong's mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time, before he finally managed to choke out, "This is the Grim Reaper... the Grim Reaper squad trained by General Su."

Qin Hao wiped the blood off his spear, walked up to Xiao Jingyu, and knelt on one knee: "Third Prince, I have done my duty. Elder Su said that you and the two young masters must be brought back safely."

Xiao Jingyu bent down and helped Qin Hao up with both hands, saying excitedly, "General Qin, please rise! You are the saviors of my family, Xiao Jingyu. From now on, you need not kneel before me!"

After standing up, Qin Hao said, "Third Prince, this place is not safe to stay any longer. We must leave this place immediately."

Xiao Jingyu nodded in agreement.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly said, "General Qin, have one of your men take off that Saki Musashi's head. I have a wonderful use for it!"