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

Zhou Huchen, the captain ordered to guard the military camp, was leading three thousand soldiers to block the entrance to the supply depot.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Zhou Huchen brandished his spear and roared hoarsely, "If the grain supplies are burned, we'll all starve to death!"

Three hundred archers crouched on both sides of the camp gate, raining down arrows and repelling the first wave of the Northern Di cavalry's charge.

But this time, there were too many Northern Di people who launched a surprise attack. They surged forward in a dark mass, and those in front fell down while those behind continued to charge over the corpses.

Two captains beside Zhou Huchen each led a squad and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Northern Di soldiers who rushed into the camp.

Captain Zhang Heng wielded a thick-backed broadsword, his swordsmanship fierce. With one stroke, he felled a Northern Di soldier, and with another swift stroke, he severed the arm of a second man.

He was agile, weaving among the Northern Di soldiers, his strikes never missing vital points.

Blood splattered all over his face, but he ignored it and continued hacking with bloodshot eyes.

Captain Liu Wu, wielding an iron spear, thrust it out like a dragon, piercing the chest of a Northern Di soldier with one stroke, then pulling it out and thrusting it into the stomach of a second man.

The three men stood back to back, forming a triangular formation, which effectively blocked the Northern Di soldiers who were rushing into the camp.

But those Northern Di soldiers were like madmen; as soon as one group fell, another surged up from behind, as if they could never be killed off.

……

Just then, a hunched figure emerged from the firelight.

Su Mu dragged his horse-slaying saber and walked into the battlefield.

A captain was slashing at the enemy in front of him with his sword when he caught a glimpse of an old man with white hair emerging from the smoke. He was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

"Old man! Why aren't you staying in the cookhouse? Why are you here to die?!" The captain was Zhang Heng. He forced back the Northern Di soldiers in front of him with a single stroke of his sword and roared at Su Mu, "I don't have time for you, get back here!"

After saying that, he turned around and lunged at the two Northern Di soldiers who were charging towards him.

Su Mu didn't speak. He just gripped his saber tightly, staring intently at the group of Northern Di soldiers in front of him, and took a step forward.

A Northern Di soldier noticed him.

The man saw that it was an old man with white hair and a hunched back. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and charged at him with his broadsword.

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!"

The broadsword came crashing down on his head.

Su Mu did not dodge.

The saber drew an arc from behind, whistling through the air, as it charged forward.

Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber Technique, Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain!

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

The Northern Di soldier felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade; his tiger's mouth instantly split open, and the broadsword flew more than ten feet away from his hand.

Before he could react, the saber had already swept across him horizontally.

"puff……"

The blade sliced ​​across his neck, his head flew into the air, and blood spurted from his neck cavity, reaching a height of more than a person.

One fatal blow.

Su Mu did not stop.

He hunched over, dragging his saber, and continued walking forward.

A second Northern Di soldier charged forward.

With one stroke, it split in two.

The third.

With a single strike, he severed the spear, cleaving the man and his armor in two.

the fourth.

With a backhand slash, he ripped open the belly.

One cut, one kill.

Every blow was fatal.

There were no unnecessary movements, no fancy moves.

Every strike was incredibly precise, targeting vital points and fatal weaknesses.

Su Mu moved through the crowd, his white hair flowing, his saber flashing up and down.

Behind him, Zhang Heng had just cut down the enemy in front of him when he looked up and saw this scene.

His eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened, and the broadsword in his hand hovered in mid-air, as if he had forgotten to bring it down.

The centenarian who had just been scolding him and telling him to "go back" was now reaping the lives of the Northern Di soldiers one by one with his sword.

Its movements were slow, but steady like a killing machine.

Every movement was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

That composure, that precision, was like an instinct etched into the bones after killing countless people.

"This...this old man..." Zhang Heng muttered to himself, his voice trembling, "Who exactly is he?"

He fought for more than a decade and had seen countless masters.

But no one had ever made him feel this chill that seeped into his very bones.

Because he could understand the sword techniques of those masters.

But he had never seen the old man's swordsmanship before.

A centenarian, wielding a horse-slaying sword, took down dozens of elite Northern Di soldiers with a single blow.

Zhang Heng swallowed hard, his heart filled with shock and excitement.

With such a skilled fighter in their ranks, their chances of winning this battle have increased significantly.

He just said he couldn't care less about this old man.

It seems that the old man doesn't need his help at all; he should take care of himself first.

……

the other side.

Riding his black warhorse, Chi Lie went berserk in battle.

The sword in his hand was like the scythe of death; with each strike, a soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty would fall.

His horse charged forward, trampling over corpses, its iron hooves crushing skulls and breaking bones, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in its wake.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Chi Lie's roar was like a booming bell, making people's ears ring.

His sword was covered in blood, and the blood dripped down the tip of the blade, which was quite glaring.

When Zhou Huchen saw this, anger welled up in his eyes.

He knew that this man was the commander of the surprise attack on the enemy forces.

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, gripped the iron spear in his hand, and mounted his horse.

"Watch me cut off your head and drive away you barbarian northerners!"

He spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed as it charged toward Chi Lie.

The spear thrust straight forward, its tip whistling through the air, aiming directly for Chi Lie's throat.

Chi Lie grinned and slashed diagonally with his saber, deflecting the spear tip with a clang.

Zhou Huchen's wrist jerked, and the spear almost slipped from his hand.

He gritted his teeth and held on, then swung his gun in a sweeping motion.

Chi Lie didn't even dodge. He held his saber upright in front of him, and another "clang" rang out as the spear shaft struck the saber, making Zhou Huchen's hand go numb.

Only two rounds.

Chi Lie spotted a flaw in Zhou Huchen's spear technique, and slashed down with his saber, the back of the blade striking Zhou Huchen's shoulder.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Zhou Huchen groaned and fell off his horse, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His left arm hung limply, the bone broken, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. He struggled a couple of times but couldn't stand up.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

The surrounding soldiers gasped and rushed forward, blocking Zhou Huchen's path.

Chi Lie raised his sword, ready to finish off Zhou Huchen with a single blow.

In an instant, a huge figure rushed out from the side, a thick-backed broadsword blocking Chi Lie's horse-slaying sword.

"clang……!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Zhao Tieniu gritted his teeth, gripped the knife handle with both hands, and held on tightly.

"Give me a refund!"

He exerted his strength, pushing away Chi Lie's horse-slaying sword, and then swept the sword horizontally, forcing Chi Lie to take two steps back.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Tieniu flipped over and mounted Zhou Huchen's warhorse, brandishing his sword and standing in front of Chi Lie.

"Captain, retreat quickly!" he shouted without turning his head.

Several soldiers hurriedly dragged Zhou Huchen to a safe place.

Chi Lie stared at the strong, burly man in front of him, a sneer playing on his lips:

"You have some strength."

"Unfortunately, strength alone is useless."

After saying that, he suddenly raised the saber in his hand and then slashed down like thunder.

Zhao Tieniu raised his knife to parry, and the two blades collided, causing his arm to go numb from the impact.

Chi Lie's swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, with one strike after another coming down like a storm.

Although Zhao Tieniu was strong, his horsemanship and battlefield experience were far inferior, so he could only defend passively, struggling to keep up and retreating step by step.

After more than ten moves!

Veins bulged on Zhao Tieniu's forehead, and sweat streamed down his face.

His swordsmanship was in disarray, and he was only holding on with brute force.

Chi Lie seized the opportunity and slashed diagonally with his saber, aiming straight for Zhao Tieniu's neck.

Zhao Tieniu couldn't avoid it.

His pupils contracted sharply, his mind went blank, and he thought to himself, "This is it."

At this critical moment, a dark shadow shot out from a distance with a sharp whooshing sound, and crashed squarely into Chi Lie's horse-slaying sword.

"clang!!!"

A loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.

Chi Lie felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, his tiger's mouth went numb, and he almost dropped the horse-slaying sword.

He swayed twice on horseback, causing the sword to deflect off its trajectory and graz Zhao Tieniu's shoulder.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Tieniu spurred his horse's belly, and the warhorse charged forward a few steps, escaping Chi Lie's attack range.

A long spear was stuck in the ground.

The spear shaft was still humming and vibrating.

Still shaken, he turned his head to look in the direction from which the dark figure had come.

Chi Lie also looked over.

In the firelight, a hunched figure slowly walked over.

White hair, hunchback, thin, dragging a horse-slaying sword in his hand, blood still dripping from the blade.

Chi Lie's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized the horse-slaying sword.

That was his younger brother Chi Na's knife.

The white-haired old man, holding his younger brother's horse-slaying sword, is exactly the kind of person Chi Lie is desperately searching for—the murderer of his brother!

"It was you..." Chi Lie's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge, "It was you who killed my brother!"