At the foot of Yanmen Pass.
Xiao Mo had been fighting from dawn until the sun stood high overhead.
Xiao Mo had long since lost count of how many people he had killed.
He couldn't remember how many times he had swung his spear.
He couldn't remember how many people had died at his side.
But Xiao Mo knew he couldn't retreat.
The only thing he could do was charge forward and fight!
Just as Xiao Mo speared another Wei Kingdom soldier off his horse, he saw a Northern Wilderness soldier hacked to the ground.
An enemy blade came crashing down again.
But Xiao Mo's spear had already pierced the enemy soldier's chest.
"Can you still stand?" Xiao Mo kicked the enemy's corpse aside and asked him.
"I-I can!" The soldier, named Chen Dong, scrambled to his feet. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was covered in blood and grime. His murderous aura practically spilled from him; clearly, he had gone berserk with bloodlust.
But when Chen Dong reached for the long saber beside him, his right hand—trembling after fighting for two and a half hours—failed to grasp it.
The saber fell to the ground.
Xiao Mo sent a burst of spear energy to kill several Wei soldiers closing in, then swung down from his horse, picked up the saber, and placed it in Chen Dong's palm.
Without saying a word, Xiao Mo mounted again and continued fighting toward the front.
Watching General Xiao's back as he relentlessly fought his way forward, Chen Dong came to his senses. He immediately tore off a strip of cloth, tightly bound the saber to his hand, and followed his general into battle!
Past noon, Xiao Mo looked up at the blazing sun hanging in the sky.
In another half an hour, it would