The Barbarian soldiers who tried to resist had barely raised their curved blades when the City Defense Army's long swords chopped into their wrists, making them scream as they dropped their weapons.
Other Barbarian soldiers tried to hide inside the tents, only for the City Defense Army to catch up and cut them down with a single stroke.
The Muye Tribe's people, young and old alike, heard the cries of battle outside and crawled out from their tents. At the bloody sight before them, they were so terrified that their souls nearly fled their bodies.
Some young tribesmen grabbed blades and spears and rushed forward to help, only to be easily slain by the City Defense Army soldiers.
The bonfires were knocked askew, and Mars filled the sky.
The cries of the Barbarian soldiers, the shrieks of warhorses, the clash of weapons, and the battle cries of soldiers intertwined, echoing across the entire withered grassland.
Yan Shuangfei wielded his long spear, sweeping through all before him without resistance.
His silver armor was splattered with blood, only making him look fiercer and more valiant.
His gaze blazed like torches as he swept over the scattered, fleeing Barbarian soldiers. His spear thrust out again, and another Barbarian commander screamed as he fell.
The City Defense Army soldiers followed close behind. Wherever their blades pointed, the Barbarian soldiers fell one after another.
The captured prisoners stared at the scene before them, their eyes first filled with disbelief before erupting with wild joy.
Watching those vicious, demon-faced Barbarian soldiers fall one by one, they could not help but burst into tears, choking with sobs.
"Imperial soldiers! Imperial soldiers have come to save us!"
"We're saved! We're saved!"
"Sister, they're warriors of our Desolate Kingdom! They've come to save us!"
The girl grabbed her older