Victory

"The Qin family is now in your hands."

Qin Xiaofeng smiled calmly as he stepped out of the tent. He knew his younger brother's thoughts very well. The army had suffered heavy losses, the Dongyue Army was left behind, and the Immeasurable Iron Cavalry couldn't leave either. The commander-in-chief of the three armies was still him, Qin Xiaosheng.

Such a defeat will undoubtedly cause the Qin family considerable trouble upon their return home.

The mere fact that 50,000 Immeasurable Iron Cavalry remained here would not be enough for Xing Wang to let it go. After all, the Immeasurable Iron Cavalry was Xing Wang's entire fortune, and its annihilation in one battle would certainly require an explanation.

This retreat required his Beishan Iron Cavalry to stay behind and cover the rear.

The moment Great Feng retreated, Chu Xuanao, Wang Hanying, and the others on the city wall noticed something amiss.

Wang Hanying sighed.

"They escaped. Our army suffered heavy casualties in the initial battle, otherwise these bandits of Great Feng would have been completely wiped out today."

She knew she couldn't stop them; battles were raging on various battlefields, and the Zhenyou Cavalry had also entered the main battlefield from the left flank. The tens of thousands of troops of the Great Feng Rear Army couldn't stop them.

In an instant, Wang Hanying looked at Chu Xuanao with a firm expression and said.

"Your Highness, the remaining troops of the Great Feng rear army have retreated, but their main force cannot withdraw. Now we can only quickly resolve the battlefield below, and then the cavalry will pursue towards the Xuanshan Plain. This humble general must go and make arrangements first; the city is in Your Highness."

Chu Xuanao nodded, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. Of the more than 300,000 troops of the Great Feng, apart from the more than 60,000 in the rear guard and the hundreds of thousands who had been lost, the remaining more than 100,000 would surely perish on this plain today.

As for the retreating Fengtian Army, now it all depends on Feng Xian and Wen Yuan.

The Wolf Cavalry and Lu Bu, who were fighting the Immeasurable Iron Cavalry at the rear of the battlefield, also discovered the retreat of the Great Feng rear army immediately.

"All troops must assemble and do everything in their power to stop the Dagan cavalry force; not a single one can escape."

Upon hearing the voice, Lu Bu's gaze shifted to the person holding the Immeasurable Iron Cavalry's banner and waving it while shouting. This person was none other than the new commander sent by Qin Xiaosheng to organize the Immeasurable Iron Cavalry.

By now, the Immeasurable Iron Cavalry had dwindled to less than 20,000 riders. Hearing the sound infused with true energy and the conspicuous, waving military flag several meters high, the defeated Immeasurable Iron Cavalry slowly regrouped and moved towards the flag.

Looking at the man, Lu Bu immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow. As the boundless killing intent of the battlefield gathered, it condensed into a black arrow more than ten meters long.

"Call out."

An arrow was shot out, a ferocious arrow formed from malevolent energy that shot out like a plowshare, the violent malevolent energy stirring up a long furrow in the ground.

"The entire army."

Before he could finish speaking, a black arrow arrived in an instant, instantly obliterating the general of Great Feng who was calling out to his soldiers. The general and his banner were pulverized by the violent baleful energy, leaving only blood and flesh fragments falling.

Arrows struck the ground, accompanied by a chilling aura, and the cavalry that had just gathered around the military banner scattered and collapsed.

Lu Bu didn't even glance at the Great Feng Commander, who was just a Manifestation Realm cultivator waving flags and shouting, leading his troops and gathering generals. If he didn't die, who would? With a flick of his true energy, the military flag of the Bingzhou Wolf Riders, and the sound of him channeling his true energy resounded in all directions.

"Song Xian and Hou Cheng will lead the first and second cavalry units to follow this general in pursuing the fleeing Feng army. The remaining troops will be led by Cheng Lian and Wei Xu to annihilate the remnants of the Great Feng army."

The entire Bingzhou Wolf Riders consisted of ten cavalry units, each with five thousand men. The units present here were the first to sixth, while the rest were led by Chen Gong.

As the military flags fluttered, the two Wolf Cavalry squads slowly began to charge out of the battlefield. After the fierce fighting, only about 6,000 riders remained from the original 10,000, and they gathered together and moved in accordance with the military flags.

They pursued the retreating rear guard of the Great Feng.

Qin Xiaofeng, commander of the Beishan Iron Cavalry, watched the rear guard retreat from the edge of the battlefield, his gaze shifting forward.

Zhang Liao led his Wolf Cavalry straight ahead, and he also noticed the retreat of the Great Feng.

Qin Xiaofeng led his troops straight towards Zhang Liao. His mission was to hold off the pursuers and buy time for the rear guard to retreat.

The two cavalry forces surged like two raging torrents, their warhorses neighing and dust kicked up by their hooves filling the air. In an instant, the sounds of hooves and battle cries mingled together, deafeningly loud.

Galloping across the battlefield, spears clashed, sparks flew, and scimitars flashed with cold light. Men and horses fell frequently, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood splattered on the sand, staining it red.

Wang Long had entered the battlefield from the left flank, saw the rear guard of the Great Feng withdrawing and led the Zhenyou Cavalry to pursue them, but was blocked by the Dongyue Army that had surrounded them from the rear.

He also discovered that the commander of the Dongyue Army had been replaced, and Dong Zhenlin had fled. He understood why they were able to rush directly into the battlefield; they had been deliberately let in to distract them. He cursed under his breath.

"Old man."

Wang Long's face flushed slightly; he had been tricked by that old dog again.

"So we were abandoned."

"Qin Xiaosheng, the Lieyang Sect will not let you get away with this."

After the Great Feng army withdrew, everyone gradually realized and understood that they had become pawns and the battle was over.

The Grand Elder of the Lieyang Sect looked back, his face contorted with rage. He let out a low roar, but despite his numerous wounds, he was helpless. He turned to look at Dao Youming in front of him, his eyes filled with the intent to die.

"Stop them! Reorganize your troops and form ranks! Don't let the Dagan force break through!"

"Those who desert in the face of battle, those who dare to surrender, those who spread rumors and disturb the morale of the army, shall be executed without mercy."

The Great Feng of Dafeng who remained there were fearless. They knew exactly what they had to do and were aware of the outcome of the battle: defeat.

As the setting sun shone, its golden rays spread across the Xuanshan Plain. Zhenyou City, corpses and armor lay scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers. The blood-red earth, bathed in the golden afterglow, appeared eerie, sending chills down one's spine.

It's over. Complete annihilation. Not a single member of the Great Feng army was left here, and the soldiers of Dagan will not let them remain either.

Many Dagan lay on the ground, leaning against the corpses, their faces covered in blood and showing exhaustion, yet they laughed loudly.

"We won! We won! A bunch of bastards, hahaha!"

As he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes. Looking around, he saw corpses strewn everywhere—enemies, comrades, and brothers. Tears streamed down his face as he looked up at the sky and murmured.

"We won."

In a small courtyard in Zhenyou City, a figure quickly ran into a house, closed the door, and reported to the person inside.

"Reporting to the elder, a secret messenger on the city wall has sent word that the Great Feng has been defeated."

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so figures in the room all turned their gazes to the person sitting in the main seat and asked.

"Elder Yu, the Great Feng has been defeated. What should we do now regarding our plan?"

They had planned to launch a coordinated attack from within and without when the Great Feng the city, thus breaking through You Province and stirring up trouble between the two nations, so they could take advantage of the chaos. However, they never expected that these guys were all show and no substance.

Elder Yu was sitting down, pondered for a moment, then made a decisive statement.

"Withdraw to the Eastern Border of Great Feng. Great Feng has been defeated and suffered heavy losses, leaving them vulnerable. They are busy appeasing the morale of their troops and the people, and also preparing for Dagan. This is the perfect time for my Blood Lotus Sect to rise to power. We will report the situation to the Holy Envoy after we arrive in Great Feng."

Everyone nodded. Dagan had already won; if they stayed here, Great Feng would be the perfect place to deal with them.

Without further ado, everyone got up to leave, but upon opening the door, some froze, exchanging glances.

Are these our people?

That aura, that appearance—so truly unique!

Beside a small table in the courtyard, a figure in white sat, appearing carefree and relaxed. In his right hand he held an iron throwing knife, and in his left hand he held a carved wooden throwing knife, carefully polishing and carving the wooden knife in his left hand.

Seeing everyone walk out, the man in white looked up calmly, a smile playing on his lips.

"Gentlemen, have you reached a conclusion?"