A blood-stained sunset, blade shadows flash, warhorses neigh in a clamor.

Thousands of troops stormed in, blood splattering three feet, it was a bone-chilling cold!

The attacks of the arrows hindered the march of the Tu Yuan army. Countless warhorses were shot dead, forcing them to halt, and the Mongolian light cavalry that followed closely behind galloped forward.

Daley's expression, for the first time on a battlefield, grew grave, even tinged with panic.

This volley of arrows made him realize that the opposing army was unlike the rebels in Xijing.

No, it should be said that they are worlds apart!

This group of cavalrymen charging onto the battlefield were physically imposing, not inferior to their mounts in any way. In fact, they even gave Deckley the illusion that they were taller than usual.

And as he got closer, he realized it wasn't a hallucination.

This enemy soldier before us, with his tall and muscular frame, is clearly no ordinary man!

Deyker narrowed his eyes, drew a massive axe from his back, and roared:

"Don't panic! Since you want us to stay, let's fight them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill!"

At the sound of command, the well-trained elemental soldiers instantly formed a battle formation, their shields already raised!

But the next moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Mongol light cavalry surged into the ranks of the Tu Yuan army like a tidal wave. Their sharp spears and thundering steeds immediately broke through the Tu Yuan army's defenses.

The battle began!

A tall figure of a Yuan soldier, his face contorted in rage, raised a round shield in his left hand and brandished a spear in his right. With a roar, he charged towards a Mongolian cavalryman's horse!

The spear pierced the warhorse's neck, and despite its thick hide, it was staggered by the blow and fell dead on the spot!

Right on their heels came the Mongol cavalry. Seizing the opportunity, the Tu Yuan soldiers thrust a spear toward his neck!

The Mongolian cavalryman wore a smile of unknown meaning. With just a slight shift of his body, he dodged the spear, then grasped it with his backhand and yanked it forcefully.

The soldier's face darkened, and he gripped his spear tightly!

A wrestling match unfolds between the two, but Yuanyuan realizes his opponent's strength is astonishing. He's already struggling to hold onto his spear!

In a split second, he raised his round shield in his left hand and charged towards the opponent!

This round shield is not light. If it were to smash solidly into a Mongolian cavalryman's head, even with a helmet protecting them, he believed it would be enough to daze the enemy. And at that moment, all he would need to do was follow up with a spear thrust to kill them!

As soon as the round shield struck, it collided with a weapon of an unusual design!

With a deafening boom!

The sturdy round shield, known for its strength, had a dent in the middle where it was struck!

And the soldier's hand inside the round shield was crushed by this blow, bones shattered to pieces. A searing pain shot through him, and the soldier couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Hey! Come and get this!"

A cold snort echoed, and Tuyuan Bing's eyes narrowed. He saw a conical iron hammer with twelve spiky prongs hurtling towards him!

The blow came so suddenly, he could only barely raise his dented shield in defense!

"Bang!"

Another loud bang echoed, followed by terrifying screams.

With that blow, the entire arm of Tu Yuan Bing was shattered along with his broken shield, bones turning to splinters!

"Come again, come again! Hey!"

The Mongolian cavalrymen, wielding iron maces with savage fury, swung them down upon the heads of the Tu Yuan soldiers!

But this time, the troops had no strength left to resist.

His left hand, or rather his whole right arm, was completely paralyzed. The excruciating pain caused him to sweat profusely and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Facing this smashing iron fist, he didn't have time to dodge and could only hope his helmet would withstand the attack!

But apparently, his helmet wasn't very sturdy.

Or, the iron mace itself was a weapon capable of shattering armor. Coupled with the immense strength of the Mongolian cavalry, when wielded together, this hammer struck like a meteorite from the heavens!

There was a loud bang.

As expected, the Tu Yuan soldier's helmet was smashed to pieces!

And the head inside the helmet was smashed in, caved. Yet he hadn't died yet, he just widened his eyes and his body twitched uncontrollably.

"So hard, huh? Then take a few more!" The Mongolian soldier's lips curled up, and he swung his iron club down again and again.

The helmet was smashed to pieces, the skull utterly crushed, until blood mixed with white brain matter flowed out. Only then did the Mongol cavalryman stride away, charging towards other Tu Yuan soldiers.

The next moment, he set his sights on a soldier mounted on horseback. After taking a few short steps, he leaped into the air;

"Come! Take this!"

His sudden appearance startled the pikeman, who quickly raised his spear and thrust at him.

But obviously, being one step behind will inevitably lead to defeat!

The moment the wind howled, Tieguduo had already slammed firmly into his chest.

Although he was wearing armor, the force of that blow shattered it like paper. His breastbone was broken, and his internal organs were pierced.

His internal organs were shattered, and blood spurted uncontrollably from his throat.

"Pfft!" A spurt of blood gushed out as he collapsed heavily to the ground!

And in the next instant, he saw a curved blade coming towards his neck...

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Deakley panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The great axe, which he could normally swing with ease, now felt heavy in his hands. He had swung it too many times.

And before that, every swing of his axe would claim the life of a member of the Xijing Rebel Army.

But this time, the situation was different.

The axe he swung was no longer able to kill an enemy with a single blow, and not only that, he even had to dodge the enemy's attacks!

Whether it's the sharp curved blade, the heavy iron mace, or the piercing spear, their lethality is not to be underestimated.

>If struck, one could be wounded or even killed here.

Dakeli raised his head and looked far away at an enemy general. He was a tall, sinister-faced middle-aged man surrounded by bodyguards.

He didn't charge headlong into battle, but instead used his gloomy gaze to constantly observe the battlefield, as if calculating something.

Deakley took a deep breath, then bellowed at him:

"Are you their commander? The King of the North? Dare you fight me!"

The sound was very loud and entered that person's ears.

That man raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then said:

"Do you need the prince to join the battle against you?"

Dakeli frowned and shouted, "You're not the King of the North? State your name!"

That man stroked his chin and spoke.

"Bai Qi!"

Dekelei frowned, shouldering the great axe and speaking in a low voice: "I've never heard of anyone like you in Great Qin. The soldiers you brought even… don't look much like Great Qin soldiers."

Bai Qi narrowed his eyes, his expression gloomy, and then let out a cold smile.

"You, the ruler of this nation, will surely remember my name in time to come. You will also remember my great army.

As soon as those words left his lips, Dakley's eyes narrowed to slits, and he roared in anger:

To speak such bold words, how arrogant!

"Watch me take your life!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Dakeli charged at Baiqi with a group of soldiers.

Bai Qi stroked his chin, his expression as usual, only slowly uttered two words: "A common man"

Immediately, he waved his hand, and the Mongolian cavalry surged forward, while he slowly retreated into the midst of thousands upon thousands of horses.

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