Plan Goes Bankrupt

The two led their troops charging forward, their gazes locked onto each other.

Helan Guanshan harbored a fierce determination to kill Sheng Huai'an.

As they closed in, Sheng Huai'an suddenly leaped from his warhorse, brandishing his spear and slashing towards Helan Guanshan.

"Overlord Spear Technique, Thousand Jin!"

With a force as heavy as a thousand jin, capable of cleaving mountains and splitting seas.

Seeing Sheng Huai'an leap up and attack with the force of splitting mountains and overturning seas, Helan Guanshan quickly raised his saber to block.

He hadn't expected Sheng Huai'an to unleash such a deadly move.

"Boom!"

The iron spear struck down with a furious power, taking the man, his saber, and his warhorse with it, smashing them to the ground and kicking up swirling dust.

Sheng Huai'an leaped back onto his warhorse. When the dust settled, Helan Guanshan was lifeless, his bones shattered, his flesh mangled, a gruesome sight.

He didn't look back. True powerhouses never looked back. At that moment, after unleashing his most powerful strike, the very cells of his skin were trembling.

That single blow had pushed his body to its absolute limit.

Helan Guanshan, a Houtian Grand Perfection, had died by his hand, earning him forty Slaughter Value.

Witnessing Sheng Huai'an obliterate the Xiongnu Houtian Grand Perfection general, Guo Xiaoping and Hu Bing were filled with shock.

That was a Houtian Grand Perfection, and he was just taken down. Just how strong was this young Battalion Commander?

With Helan Guanshan utterly destroyed by Sheng Huai'an, the Xiongnu Cavalry's morale plummeted.

Conversely, the Anning Cavalry's spirits soared. The Anning Cavalry, with their surging morale, were now filled with fervor, following Sheng Huai'an's lead as they charged into the Xiongnu Cavalry ranks.

"Kill..."

Sheng Huai'an charged ahead alone, like a god of slaughter. With Helan Guanshan dead, no one could withstand his peerless ferocity.

He alone killed over three hundred Xiongnu soldiers.

Not a single one of the two thousand Xiongnu Cavalry survived; they all perished.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, broken spears and sabers stuck halfway into the earth, and blood staining the wild grass.

"Whoa... We won, hahaha!" an Anning Cavalry soldier exclaimed with unrestrained laughter.

"Anning Cavalry, mighty!"

"Battalion Commander Sheng, mighty!"

The Anning Cavalry continuously roared, celebrating their victory in this battle.

With one thousand cavalry against two thousand elite Xiongnu cavalry, they annihilated the enemy forces, suffering only about a hundred casualties.

What a grand victory this was!

Since the Anning Cavalry was formed, they had never achieved such a decisive victory.

Watching the jubilant soldiers, Sheng Huai'an slowly calmed the surging blood within him.

The clash of metal and the thunder of hooves on the battlefield, what magnificent heroism!

"Wind!"

Sheng Huai'an shouted, raising his still-dripping spear.

"Great Wind!"

"Great Wind!"

The soldiers echoed his cry, their morale soaring to the heavens.

After clearing the battlefield, they took everything usable, including any Warhorses that were still sound.

Warhorses with broken legs or injuries neighed, and the blood-soaked ground and the smell of blood soon attracted vultures from the sky.

Following this victorious battle, the Anning Cavalry's spirit, will, confidence, and strength had all transformed and become even more formidable.

They did not cease their campaign; they had not forgotten their mission to march into the grasslands.

Sheng Huai'an led his cavalry in continuing their guerrilla attacks on the Xiongnu supply troops.

On this day, they swept through eight Xiongnu transport armies, capturing vast quantities of supplies.

With the supply lines raided, the Xiongnu army's food and provisions were cut off, forcing them to halt their advance on Anning Pass.

Anning Pass welcomed another peaceful day.

"Have the enemies who attacked the supply lines been dealt with?" the Left Virtuous King asked impatiently.

Qishan Fortress had been breached by the Right Virtuous King three days prior.

An army of a hundred thousand had marched south, invading Yan, Qi, and Deng prefectures.

Yet, he remained stalled before Anning Pass, overshadowed by the Right Virtuous King, which filled him with rage.

The Left Virtuous King and the Right Virtuous King were natural rivals. The next Great Chanyu would emerge from one of them.

If the Right Virtuous King gained more merit than him, his position as Left Virtuous King would be demoted to Right Virtuous King.

The generals under the Left Virtuous King looked at each other, none daring to speak.

"Speak, why are you all mute?" The Left Virtuous King was furious, seeing his generals remain silent.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there is still no news," a general said, bracing himself.

"Useless! Two days and you haven't resolved this. Are you still the eagles of the grassland, the warriors of the grassland?" the Left Virtuous King roared. How could he show his face when a mere thousand men were ravaging the grasslands?

"You must resolve this for me within two days. Once the Iron Grandmaster arrives, the entire army will advance. I want to take Anning Pass in one battle."

The Xiongnu army continued to dispatch ten thousand cavalry back to the grasslands to participate in the encirclement and annihilation of Sheng Huai'an's unit.

After a day of battle and slaughter, Sheng Huai'an's unit had killed over seven thousand enemy soldiers and advanced two hundred kilometers.

Night fell, and Sheng Huai'an's unit set up camp by a river.

The continuous victories had dulled the grief of their more than one hundred fallen comrades.

Sheng Huai'an's unit now numbered just over nine hundred men.

In the camp, the soldiers gathered to eat meat and drink soup. After dinner, some patrolled while others began their cultivation.

Having captured a large quantity of pills, Sheng Huai'an ordered many to be distributed to the soldiers for their cultivation.

As time passed, their situation would become increasingly dangerous.

Only by improving their strength could they have a chance to survive.

Sheng Huai'an was currently in his own tent. Today alone, he had personally killed over five hundred Xiongnu enemy soldiers. The Slaughter Value he gained, combined with what he had left from yesterday, had already surpassed the two-thousand mark.

Name: Sheng Huai'an

Race: Human

Realm: Houtian Early Stage (+)

Cultivation Techniques: [Great Sun Heart Sutra (Beginner)] (+) [Ferocious Ox Strength (Minor Accomplishment)] (+) [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Great Accomplishment)] (Deduction) [Overlord Spear Technique (Minor Accomplishment)]

Strength: 15,000 jin

Talent: Silver Archer (+)

Slaughter Value: 2238

Seeing his Slaughter Value break two thousand, and only then did a plus sign appear after Great Sun Heart Sutra, Sheng Huai'an's mouth twitched. He had a bad premonition.

It had cost two hundred Slaughter Value to reach the beginner stage, would Minor Accomplishment cost two thousand?

This made Sheng Huai'an hesitant to level up Great Sun Heart Sutra.

He chose to improve his cultivation, spending five hundred Slaughter Value to advance to Houtian Middle Stage. His strength increased by five thousand jin, bringing his single-arm lifting strength to twenty thousand jin.

At the same time, his bones and skin were continuously strengthened and toughened, emitting a golden glow.

After advancing his cultivation to the Houtian Middle Stage, Sheng Huai'an did not continue to improve.

His current rate of strength improvement was too rapid; he had only broken through a couple of days ago and had already advanced another minor realm.

To continue improving would be too monstrous.

After spending five hundred Slaughter Value, he had one thousand seven hundred and thirty-eight Slaughter Value remaining.

It was still more profitable to gain Slaughter Value by killing enemies. He had never felt so well-off.

With another breakthrough in his strength, Sheng Huai'an dared to claim invincibility against anyone below the Xiantian realm.

The next morning, Sheng Huai'an led his subordinates and continued their journey. Today, they only managed to destroy three Xiongnu supply transport teams.

"Captain Sheng, it seems the Xiongnu have changed their strategy and are sending large forces to protect the grain and fodder," Guo Xiaoping said.

In one day, they had only encountered three small transport units.

However, they had seen a transport army of twenty thousand men from a distance.

That transport army alone had five thousand cavalry guards.

With such a powerful transport force, their small group was no match for it.

Their plan to cut off the Xiongnu's food supply had failed here.

"Screech..."

A clear eagle's cry caught Sheng Huai'an's attention.

The eagle overhead seemed to have been circling above them since they destroyed one of the Xiongnu grain transport teams.

"Do the Xiongnu tribes have a method for training eagles?" Sheng Huai'an asked, feeling a sense of unease.