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

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

The savage owl roared.

He turned his horse and retreated, waving his command flag to direct the cavalry around him to intercept him.

Hundreds of Northern Di cavalrymen charged forward despite their fear.

They were the direct personal guards of the barbarian chieftain, the elite cavalry of the Northern Di army, all of them battle-hardened and fearless.

But at this moment, as they faced the white-haired old man, they were all trembling with fear.

Su Mu did not slow down when facing these soldiers.

The Akhal-Teke horse, like a white lightning bolt, crashed directly into the cavalry formation.

Su Mu gripped the gun with one hand, the tip pointing forward, and thrust it out...

The spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, with its tip spinning, pierced directly through the first cavalryman's armor, entering through his chest and exiting through his back.

The cavalryman didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown from his horse.

Su Mu kept his grip on the gun, then twisted his wrist and swung the gun barrel, sending the corpse flying and knocking down two cavalrymen who were charging up from behind.

Another cavalryman charged from the side, his scimitar raised high, aiming for Su Mu's neck.

Su Mu swept his spear horizontally, the shaft striking the cavalryman's waist and abdomen with tremendous force.

With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and the cavalryman's body flew sideways from his horse, crashing to the ground several feet away.

His Overlord Spear Technique displayed terrifying power in the enemy ranks.

Unlike the barbarian's spear technique, which was more forceful than varied, Su Mu's spear technique combined strength and gentleness, speed and slowness, sometimes like a raging storm, sometimes like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

With each thrust of the spear, a man is sure to fall from his horse.

With a single sweeping shot, several people were sent flying.

The gun barrel seemed alive in his withered hands, flying up and down, left and right, each strike hitting vital points with precision.

The iron armor, shields, and scimitars of those Northern Di cavalrymen were rendered useless in the face of the Overlord Spear.

In a short while, hundreds of elite cavalrymen were slaughtered by Su Mu, their corpses strewn across the field.

The remaining dozen or so men could no longer hold on and turned their horses around to run away.

Su Mu did not give chase; his target was Tuoba Han.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield, locking onto Tuoba Han's figure.

"drive!"

……

On the other side, the vanguard battalion's attack was equally unstoppable.

The three thousand vanguard soldiers formed a wedge formation, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the heart of the Northern Di army.

The front row of Mo Dao (陌刀) fighters held their swords in both hands, blades facing forward, their steps steady.

"Mo Dao Formation! Activate!"

At the centurion's command, three hundred Mo Dao soldiers simultaneously raised their long swords.

The ten-foot-long Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) reflected a dazzling, cold light in the sunlight, resembling a forest of blades.

The Northern Di cavalry charged forward, their hooves thundering and dust billowing into the sky.

"put!"

The front-row Mo Dao (a type of long-handled swordsman) swung their swords in unison, the blades sweeping out with a whistling sound.

The Mo Dao is ten feet long, double-edged, and can cover a wide area with a single swing.

The dozen or so warhorses at the forefront were struck in the legs by the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), fell down with screams, and the riders on their backs were thrown off. Before they could even get up, they were beheaded by the Mo Dao users behind them.

"Advance! Advance!"

The Mo Dao formation pressed forward steadily, each step landing on the corpses of the enemy.

The Mo Dao (陌刀) fighters moved in perfect unison, swinging, sheathing, and swinging their swords again, like machines that had been trained a thousand times.

The Northern Di cavalry's charge was abruptly halted at the front lines; warhorses neighed, riders fell from their horses, and blood flowed like a river.

On both sides of the Mo Dao formation were sword and shield soldiers wielding Ma Zha Dao (a type of Chinese sword).

The swordsmen crouched behind their shields, and when the Northern Di cavalry charged close, they suddenly thrust their machetes out from under their shields and slashed the horses' legs.

The blade of the Mazha knife is located on the inside and is crescent-shaped, specifically designed for cutting horse legs.

With a single slash, the horse's leg was severed at the root, the warhorse crashed to the ground, and the cavalryman fell off. Before he could even figure out what had happened, a spearman behind him pierced his throat.

"Cut off the horse's legs! Cut off the horse's legs! Don't kill the people, kill the horse!"

"Good coordination! Shields up, don't show yourselves!"

"Maintain formation, do not scatter!"

The shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clanging of metal mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.

Although the Northern Di cavalry far outnumbered the vanguard, their charge was blocked by the Mo Dao formation, their mobility was restricted by the Ma Zha Dao, and their morale was crushed by Su Mu's heroic feat of spearing the barbarian slayer.

The vanguard battalion of three thousand men held off the Northern Di cavalry, which outnumbered them several times over, and even routed them, forcing them to retreat step by step.

"May the Great Qian reign supreme! Long live the Great Qian!"

"Kill! Slaughter all these Northern barbarians!"

The morale of the vanguard battalion was at its peak.

The soldiers of the Fire Station were covered in blood, but their eyes gleamed, and they swung their knives faster and faster, hacking harder and harder.

They followed Su Mu from Qinghe County all the way to Yuzhou City, and then from Yuzhou City to here. They were no longer the cooks who only knew how to cook, chop wood, and carry water.

They are Su Mu's soldiers, the sharp blade of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The 20,000 infantrymen on both sides also launched an attack at the same time, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

The Northern Di army's left and right flanks were torn open by the infantry, and their formation completely collapsed.

Some soldiers threw down their weapons and ran away, while others were trampled under the hooves of horses.

The 50,000-strong army scattered and fled like a flood bursting its banks.

……

Tuoba Han sat on his horse, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

He was utterly shocked.

The vanguard of the Great Qian army was crushing his cavalry.

Those iron cavalrymen, who were known as invincible on the grasslands, fell like paper before the sword formation of Daqian, one after another.

His 50,000-strong army is in defeat.

"How is this possible... how is this possible..."

Tuoba Han muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

"How did the Daqian army's combat capabilities suddenly become so strong? Those weapons... those long swords... those strange curved swords... what exactly are they?"

These weapons seemed to have fallen from the sky, specifically designed to counter his cavalry.

What terrified him even more was that Su Mu was riding a white horse, charging towards him.

Even though they were hundreds of steps apart, Tuoba Han felt as if he had been locked onto by those old eyes, like prey being targeted by a hunter, with nowhere to escape.

"They're charging up! They're charging up!"

The owl's loud shouts carried an uncontrollable panic.

"Escort the Prince to safety! Quickly! Escort the Prince to safety!"

Hundreds of personal guards turned their horses around and formed a circle around Tuoba Han and Man Xiao, desperately retreating northward.

But the speed of the Su Mu was too fast; how could the speed of an Akhal-Teke horse compare to that of an ordinary warhorse? The Akhal-Teke horse galloped over like an arrow released from a bow.

Three hundred steps.

Two hundred steps.

One hundred steps...

Cold sweat rolled down Tuoba Han's forehead, trickling down his cheeks and into his neck, leaving a chilly feeling.

His back was soaked with sweat, and the golden armor clung to his body, causing him indescribable discomfort.

But he couldn't care less about any of that; he only had one thought in his mind!

Run! Run fast!

He regretted it.

I regret underestimating my opponent, I regret looking down on that centenarian again, and I regret personally taking to the field.

But he wanted to win too much, he wanted to cut off Su Mu's head with his own hands.

Now that Man Tu is dead and his 50,000-strong army has collapsed, is he also going to die under Su Mu's spear?

Barbarian Owl gritted his teeth, took the giant bow from his back, nocked a wolf-tooth arrow, and aimed at Su Mu.

His hands were trembling, the arrowheads were wobbling, he took a deep breath, forced himself to steady his hands, and suddenly released the bowstring.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow pierced the air like a shooting star, heading straight for Su Mu's face.

Su Mu flicked his spear, and with a clang, the arrow was knocked away.

He continued to charge forward on his horse, his speed undiminished.

Barbarian Owl's pupils contracted, and he drew another arrow.

But it was too late.

Su Mu had already rushed forward, his iron spear like a black lightning bolt, aiming straight for his chest. Man Xiao instinctively dodged to the side, the spear tip grazing his armor and sending sparks flying.

He broke out in a cold sweat, turned his horse and fled, never daring to look back.

One by one, Tuoba Han's personal guards rushed forward, trying to stop Su Mu, but they fell one after another to his spear.

Some were shot through the throat, some were swept off their horses, and some were knocked to the ground along with their horses.

Su Mu's Overlord Spear Technique displayed a chilling killing efficiency on this escape route.

"Your Highness, hurry! Hurry!" the last guard shouted hoarsely, then turned his horse around and charged towards Su Mu.

At this moment, two thousand iron cavalrymen rushed out from the woods on the flank; they were cavalrymen who had been scattered on the battlefield.

At this moment, Tuoba Han finally reunited with him.

"Quick, find a way to stop that old man!"

After saying that, he spurred the horse's belly and whipped its rump violently. The warhorse, in pain, neighed and galloped forward.

He dared not look at that white-haired Grim Reaper again.

They ran desperately towards Qingzhou City!

Seeing Su Mu gradually being stopped, a glimmer of hope ignited in Tuoba Han's heart.

As long as he escapes back to Qingzhou, closes the city gates, and defends the city to the death, he will still have a glimmer of hope.