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

On the dock, the fleeing soldiers were still retreating.

Prince Oden, mounted on his horse, looked at the fortress ahead, adorned with the banners of the Great Qian Dynasty, and at the gate, gripping the hilt of his sword.

His chest heaved violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and anger and resentment in his eyes were almost overflowing.

"General! Our cavalry vanguard can't break through that old man at all! The pass is littered with corpses, brothers can't get through!"

A captain came running up, stumbling and crawling, his voice trembling.

"That old man stood guard at the door, like a wall!"

Oden-no-miya did not answer.

His gaze fell on the closing door.

Looking at the Azure Dragon Banners still fluttering on the city walls, and then at the soldiers whose legs went weak from fear of their fallen comrades' corpses.

His anger intensified.

He knew that if he retreated like this, he would never be able to hold his head high again for the rest of his life.

He had no face to meet Commander-in-Chief Shimazu Ryunosuke and His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, the only option is to personally lead the charge.

He led an army of 30,000 and launched an attack.

Then, he suddenly drew his katana from his waist, the tip pointing towards the city gate, his voice booming like a bell.

"All troops, listen to my command! Charge! We will not turn back until we break through this pass! Follow me..."

Before the words were even finished!

"Report!!!"

A piercing scream came from the south, like a sharp blade slicing through the clamor of the battlefield.

A messenger covered in blood stumbled over and knelt down before Oden Miyoma with a thud, his voice trembling.

"General!"

"A troop of soldiers suddenly attacked from the south! Our brothers have... have already been breached!"

Oden-no-miya's sword froze in mid-air, his pupils suddenly contracting: "How many people?"

The messenger looked up, his eyes filled with fear.

"About two hundred people!"

"Two hundred people?"

One of the lieutenants behind Miyako couldn't help but shout out.

"You didn't see that wrong, did you?"

"Two hundred men dare to charge the flank of my thirty thousand-strong army?"

The messenger shook his head vigorously.

"I'm not mistaken!"

"Those men were too fast, one strike and they were gone, they weren't ordinary soldiers at all! Their teamwork was perfect, and in just half an hour, a breach had been torn in the south flank!"

Prince Oden turned his horse around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and heading south...

Over there, dust filled the air.

A long black line was moving rapidly through the gray smoke and dust.

Unlike the chaotic rout of defeated soldiers, it is a neat, straight line, as sharp as if cut by a knife.

From a distance, it looked like a long black knife, stabbing fiercely into the weakest point on the flank of the Dongyi army.

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle immediately!"

Oden-no-miya roared.

"Surround both flanks!"

The bugle sounded urgently, and the Dongyi soldiers on the southern flank barely managed to regroup and surged towards the long black line.

But before they could get close, the black line had already plunged into the crowd!

"kill!"

A loud shout, like the roar of a tiger, suddenly exploded on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the two hundred men poured molten iron into the snowdrift, and the Dongyi formation on the southern flank was instantly broken.

The soldiers in the front row fell one after another like a wall.

Some were cut down from their horses with a single blow, some were knocked away along with their shields, and some didn't even see what their opponents looked like before being cut down to the ground.

A tall, burly black man charged to the front, wielding a broad-bladed broadsword. The blade whistled through the air, sending two Dongyi soldiers flying, sword and all, crashing down on several of their comrades behind them.

His voice was as loud as thunder.

"Grandchildren of the Eastern Barbarians, Grandpa is sending you back to your ancestral home!"

Another figure followed closely behind, wielding two swords that flashed like two silver venomous snakes, weaving and slithering through the crowd.

He was agile and precise, each strike aimed at vital points. He never lingered in battle, killing with a single blow and then leaving without a fight.

The bodies that remained fell before their eyes had even closed.

The other man wielded a long spear like a black lightning bolt, dashing left and right through the crowd. His spear moved like a dragon, and those who stood in his way were utterly defeated.

That man's marksmanship was cunning and ruthless; one shot pierced the throat, another felled the horse, with no superfluous movements, each shot precise and deadly.

"Brothers! Charge with me! Let's help Old Su!"

"Let the Eastern Barbarians see how the soldiers of our Great Qian fight!"

Two hundred men roared in unison, their voices drowning out the bugle calls of the Eastern Barbarian army.

They are like a sharp, tempered knife; wherever the tip points, no one can stop them.

This was the first time the Dongyi soldiers had encountered such an opponent.

They are not afraid of human walls, shield formations, or rain of arrows.

Some tried to block their path from the side, but were flanked by two or three black-clad cavalrymen and collapsed at the first touch.

Some tried to block them with a shield formation, but the burly man at the head of the group swung his broadsword down, shattering both the shield and the man.

The formation on the south flank completely disintegrated in less than the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.

Prince Oden, mounted on his horse, had an extremely grim expression.

"Where did these people come from?"

Su Mu stood in front of the gate and saw the crowd rushing forward rapidly to the south.

A hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

This was not an ambush he had arranged.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Could it be that the Crown Prince has finally come to his senses and sent troops to support Nanguanjiangkou?

On the city wall, everyone was looking south.

Zhou Shouyi was the first to shout, "There are people from the south! They're charging this way!"

"Who are they? How many are there?"

Xiao Zhi Qiu lay on the battlements, tiptoeing to peer inside.

Su Qingxue squeezed to the front, grabbed the battlements with her small hands, and squinted to examine them carefully for a moment.

Suddenly, a look of surprise lit up her little face as she pointed to the figure at the very front of the group, her voice clear and excited.

"Sister! It's Uncle Qin Hao!"

"The one at the very front with the gun is Uncle Qin Hao!"

"The people behind are Uncle You Zhongyi and Uncle Zhao Tieniu!"

"And Uncle Gu Changfeng!"

Xiao Zhixia looked in the direction she was pointing, her pupils contracting slightly.

She did indeed recognize those familiar figures.

It was indeed Qin Hao and his group!

Xiao Yunchuan recognized him too, his voice filled with surprise: "It really is General Qin!"

"Why are they here? Didn't General Qin return to the northern border? What's he doing here?"

Xiao Zhi Qiu also jumped up.

"Was this also arranged in advance by Grandpa Su?"

"That's not right. Grandpa Su left with us. When was that arranged?"

Chu Tianba squeezed to the edge of the city wall, his eyes scanning back and forth among the ranks, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! It's Wen Jiuyuan! He's from Qianlang Fortress!"

"Wow, these guys are really brave! Two hundred men dare to charge into an army of thirty thousand, they're all heroes!"

Su Mu remained silent.

He gazed at the rapidly approaching black torrent, looking at the familiar figures at the forefront, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"These kids, they completed their mission but didn't return to the North?"

"What a bunch of naughty fellows who dare to disobey my orders."

……

The defeated Dongyi soldiers on the southern flank became increasingly scattered and chaotic, while the long black line had carved a bloody path through the chaos, heading straight for the main gate of the South Gate River Estuary.

Zhou Shouyi looked at the charging troops, swallowed hard, and his voice was filled with shock.

"These heroes... they're all ruthless!"

"Such a small force dares to confront an army of 30,000 without hesitation!"

Zhao Tieniu's voice could be faintly heard from afar.

"Old Su! I, Zhao Tieniu, miss you!"

Immediately following was You Zhongyi's loud shout: "Tie Niu, charge forward! Rendezvous with Elder Su!"

Two hundred black-clad heroes, like a long black blade, cleaved a bloody path through the Eastern Barbarian army.

In the end, this team of two hundred men fought their way through the enemy ranks and arrived at the main gate, right in front of Su Mu.

Qin Hao pulled on the reins, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Elder Su! This humble general, Qin Hao, has arrived with fifty members of the Northern Special Forces and over one hundred and sixty heroes from Qianlang Fort to report for duty!"

Behind him, everyone bowed with their hands clasped in greeting.

"Old Su, Tie Niu has missed you so much."

"Old Su, Zhongyi misses you too."

As Su Mu looked at these familiar faces, and at the bloodstains and wounds on their bodies that had not yet been wiped away, tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.

He never expected that at this moment, these young people would risk their lives to charge against tens of thousands of troops for him.

However, Su Mu knew very well that now was not the time for reminiscing; he had to find a way to defeat the Eastern Yi army.

"Old Su, give the order."

"What should we do next?"

Qin Hao also knew that the most important thing at the moment was to repel the enemy.

Su Mu stared at the Imperial Palace ahead and said, "To catch the thief, first catch the king."

"Do you still remember how we killed the Northern Di King?"

"Let's do it again today."

"Qin Hao, you lead the brothers to guard the gate."

"This old man will go and take the head of that chief general!"