The War Is Over

The barbarian soldier who had swung his scimitar and just struck Chen Yan's right arm was sent flying backward. The impact left his right hand numb where it gripped the hilt.

His face was full of bewilderment. He looked as if his mind had short-circuited, unable to process what had just happened.

He only stared at the blade that had bounced away in his hand.

"Waaahhh..."

Suddenly, he slumped to the ground and burst into tears.

This seasoned barbarian, who had fought the Great Yan border troops several times and could well be called battle-hardened, had completely broken down.

Because the young man before him was an opponent no one could ever defeat—

Invulnerable to blades and spears!

The same went for every barbarian inside the loose encirclement who had witnessed what had just happened. They, too, had broken down.

They had lost all will to fight.

"Run!"

No one knew who had started it, but the barbarians began fleeing toward the rear.

In a cold-weapon battle, nothing was more dangerous than the soldiers at the front losing their will to fight—even worse, breaking into a rout.

Like a row of dominoes, it would set off a chain reaction.

At first, the barbarians farther back were just as bewildered. All they saw was the front line suddenly collapsing.

Then they heard the pounding of hooves. A black mass of Great Yan cavalry, clad in heavy armor and raising tiger-head banners, charged toward them.

"Charge!!!"

The Tiger Leopard Iron Cavalry leaned low as they surged forward, lances in hand, tearing through the crowd like skewers threading candied hawthorns.

Several miles from Dingyuan Pass, on a hill behind the battlefield.

The chieftains of the barbarian tribes sat on horseback atop the hill, gazing toward the fighting on the front lines.

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