Pursue the Victory and Utterly Defeat the Alien Race

The instant the silver-armored general turned his horse around, Chen Wuya had already leaped onto the raised platform of a wrecked cart. His right arm hung limp, his fingertips numb, but the sword in his left hand remained steady. He pointed his short sword forward, his voice tearing through the windblown sand. "Encircle them from three sides! Take the commander alive!"

Before his words had faded, Bai Zhi led the Azure Edge Sword Guards in a diagonal charge. The five of them skimmed over the ground like flowing clouds, cutting straight for the enemy general's high ground on the right. The Vanguard-Breaking Battalion's spearmen advanced in unison, their forest of spears holding the line and sealing off the frontal retreat. Archers rose from behind the dunes and fired mechanism arrows in rapid succession. The moment the arrows struck the ground, they sprang open into nets and tripwires. Several warhorses caught their forelegs and crashed down, shrieking as they rolled.

The silver-armored general roared, slashing through one tripwire before cutting down a charging soldier. Yet his mount was finally pierced through both hind legs by three mechanism arrows and collapsed to its knees with a thunderous crash. He rolled free, his blade flashing around him as he forced back two spearmen in succession.

"Don't let him get close!" Chen Wuya barked.

A Vanguard-Breaking Battalion veteran suddenly hurled an iron chain, wrapping it around the man's ankle before yanking hard. The man staggered and fell. Before he could rise, a rain of arrows swept down from both sides, forcing him to brace himself with his saber and curl into defense. Bai Zhi closed in with swift steps, her flexible sword lightly tapping his wrist. In the instant his blade veered aside, four spearmen lunged at once and pinned him to the ground.