Sir, I Will Teach Them What a Counter-Encirclement Is!

Woniugu Valley.

The sounds of slaughter shook the heavens.

"Release the arrows! Release the rolling stones!"

Bayan Timur stood on the hillside, waving his saber excitedly, roaring at the top of his lungs.

Countless arrows, like a dark cloud, poured down from the hillsides on both sides, shrouding the entire valley floor.

Huge rolling stones and burning logs whistled through the air, smashing fiercely into the charging black cavalry.

This was their meticulously prepared death trap.

Under such dense, multi-directional attacks, any army would be torn to shreds.

However, the scene that unfolded next froze the smiles on the faces of all the Oirat soldiers.

Facing the overwhelming rain of arrows, the Great Snow Dragon Riders didn't even bother to dodge.

They simply raised their arms, shielding the eyes of their warhorses.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

A dense sound of metal clashing erupted.

The sharp arrows, capable of piercing bullhide armor, struck their dark armor, only splashing sparks and leaving not even a white mark.

As for the incredibly powerful rolling stones and logs...

"Boom!"

A rolling stone the size of a millstone, carrying immense force, smashed into the charging formation of the Great Snow Dragon Riders.

The expected scene of men and horses being overturned did not occur.

A knight in the front rank merely swayed slightly. The Wuzhui Horse beneath him let out a dissatisfied whinny, and then... that was it.

The giant stone, like an egg thrown at steel, instantly shattered into countless small pieces.

And the knight and his warhorse were completely unharmed!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Bayan Timur's smile completely froze on his face.

The Oirat generals around him looked as if they had seen ghosts, their eyeballs nearly popping out.

"Are they... are they men or ghosts?"

"Eternal Heaven! What is their armor made of?"

"Demons! They are an army of demons!"

Panic began to spread through the Oirat army.

Their proud ambush was like a ridiculous child's game in front of the enemy.

"Hold steady! All of you, hold steady!" Yesen, dragging his wounded body, rushed to the front and cut down a Commander of a Thousand who was retreating.

"They are only three thousand strong! We have fifty thousand!"

"Use human lives to pile them up! We must crush them here with our lives!"

Yesen's ferocity temporarily stabilized the morale.

More Oirat cavalry, with red eyes, charged down the gentle slopes on both sides of the valley, attempting to drown this black army with their numerical superiority.

At the bottom of the valley, Zhu Zhanjun looked at the enemies surging from all directions and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Finally willing to come down and die?"

He glanced at the distance, noting they had entered optimal firing range.

"Alright, the warm-up is over."

He slowly raised his Horse Spear, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Great Snow Dragon Rider.

"The entire army, receive my order!"

"Halt the entire army! Form ranks on the spot!"

Zhu Zhanjun's icy command carried through the wind and snow.

The three thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders stopped without the slightest hesitation, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Their hooves carved a large arc in the thick snow, silently flanking towards the rear of the valley.

"Your Highness, are we really going to fight?"

The Commander of a Hundred beside him lowered his voice.

"That's fifty thousand men, even a group of remnants, the numbers are..."

"Remnants?"

A cold smile curved Zhu Zhanjun's lips.

"In my eyes, they aren't even remnants, just a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

He raised his hand and pointed to a dense cluster of red lights on the 3D map that only he could see.

"They think they're the hunters, hiding in traps, waiting for us, the rabbits, to jump right in."

"Too bad they don't know we're not rabbits. We're Tyrannosaurus Rex with God's perspective."

"Pass down my order: scouts advance a hundred li and block all possible escape routes."

"Today, I will make Yesen and his fifty thousand troops buried here, in perfect order!"

The Commander of a Hundred's heart leaped. He heard an undeniable, absolute confidence and a chilling killing intent in his master's tone.

He no longer asked questions and immediately relayed the order.

Meanwhile, in the narrow valley, Yesen was pacing back and forth anxiously.

The wind and snow grew stronger, cutting his face like a knife.

"Grand Tutor, it's almost dark. Why hasn't that Ming army arrived yet?"

A Commander of Ten Thousand approached, his face full of worry.

"Could our tracks have been exposed?"

"Impossible!"

Yesen denied it decisively, pointing to the steep mountain walls on both sides.

"This road is their only way back to reinforce. They'd have to grow wings to fly over it!"

"The messages from Prince Han and Prince Zhao were precise to the hour. They can't be wrong!"

"But... Grand Tutor, I just don't feel at ease."

Another Commander of a Thousand rubbed his frozen hands, his voice trembling.

"Last time... last time we were this confident, and the result was..."

"Silence!"

Yesen spun around abruptly, glaring fiercely at him.