Three thousand brave warriors, drawing out all their spirit and killing intent, came flying on hooves. The sound of horse hooves thundered against the silent earth in the dark night like beating war drums, shattering the sweet dreams of those sleeping in confusion.

That rising and falling sound of hoofbeats was like a death-summoning horn, bleeding blade edges, carrying the thick metallic scent of the extreme wilderness, flashing across the night sky like lightning streaking through the firmament, arriving nearby in the blink of an eye.

Three thousand men charged forth with the stern killing momentum of one hundred thousand.

The Wei army was caught completely off guard, their courage shattered by the enemies who came trampling into their camp. In their panic, not knowing how many enemies there were, they only knew to flee in terror. Most ran naked, while a few randomly grabbed implements nearby to resist, only to be powerfully pierced through by the cavalry’s sharp lances and thrown aloft. The dull sound of sharp points entering flesh was drowned in the sounds of battle cries, screams, and the chaotic noise of crowding, shouting, and mutual trampling. Blood light spread out like enormous fans under the blood moon, permeating the air with a hot, fishy breath.

Both the Wei and Liang armies were originally subjects of the Yuan Dynasty. The territories of both forces bordered each other, with portions of their soldiers coming from Chihe and nearby prefectures and counties. Under the black night, in the chaos of war, who knew how many distant younger brothers died under their elder brothers’ blades, or how many former neighbors from the same village thrust swords and spears into each other’s chests and bellies, bringing out bloody chunks of flesh and life.

The battlefield is merciless—how many can return? Next year’s spring grass will grow nourished by blood.

Xiao Jue cared nothing for this.

He only knew that killing was to stop greater killing.

Leading several dozen of the most elite cavalry who had fought their way out, he charged straight toward Wei Yuanxian’s main camp.

In the midst of chaos, the Wei King’s camp was even more confused. Seeing the disorder couldn’t be stopped, the left, right, and central army commanders surrounded Wei Yuanxian as they fled. Others crowded forward to intercept Xiao Jue. With his sharp eyes, Xiao Jue saw a man in brocade robes being escorted toward the back of the tent and knew it must be the Wei King. Unfortunately, he had brought too few men, all already caught in the melee, leaving him unable to spare himself. Seeing the Wei King’s figure about to disappear behind the tent, he was so anxious his eyes nearly bled.

Then a slender black shadow suddenly swept up from atop the Wei King’s golden tent, light as a feather or withered leaf, weightlessly floating to a dead tree above the Wei King’s central army. Raising her hand, she pulled a brittle branch from the dead tree, which immediately shot forth like a sharp sword, breaking through the air to strike at the Wei King’s head.

Sensing something and turning back in extreme alarm, the Wei King raised his sword to block in anger and shock, but it was already too late.

However, he was lucky.

A death warrior at his side shouted and threw himself sideways.

Forcibly knocking him aside.

Immediately three people rushed forward, stacking themselves in front of the Wei King.

With a thud, the branch pierced through the death warrior’s chest, bringing out a fountain of blood and heart fragments, then continued flying into the crowd. In an instant, it strung together the three soldiers clustered with the death warrior, then shot toward the chest of the Wei King who was protected behind the fourth person.

Blood flowed, yet the Wei King was still able to clutch his chest and escape.

How could Qin Chang Ge give up? Her finger hooked, ready to strike again.

But suddenly she felt slightly dizzy.

After exerting herself fully, her long-ill body could no longer support her. Her reaction was a step too slow.

Standing on the tree, she suddenly sensed danger.

She heard a great shout as Xiao Jue, regardless of the three men surrounding him, took a blade and sword strike and flew over.

Covered in fresh blood with black hair covering his face, he couldn’t care to say anything more, only unhesitatingly used his own body to heavily cover hers.

At the same time, a dark flowing light silently struck directly at both their backs.

That person was right under the tree.

General Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu, renowned for his tenacity and patience, possessed an endurance and sinister nature that inspired terror. Hidden under the tree, seeing the Wei King in danger, he remained completely unmoved, waiting until Qin Chang Ge’s most careless and weak moment before his black iron giant bow silently struck directly at her back.

That great shout amid the clamoring noise seemed to have earth-shaking resonance, echoing in Qin Chang Ge’s heart.

That arrow struck Xiao Jue, who despite being in the midst of battle had constantly watched over Qin Chang Ge, discovered Cheng Yu under the tree, immediately swept across in time, and used his body as her substitute.

Entering from the rear side of his neck and exiting from his chest front, fresh blood sprayed all over Qin Chang Ge’s head and face. The wound missed the vital neck artery by only one fen.

Qin Chang Ge bent down to catch Xiao Jue’s collapsing body and suddenly raised her head!