The north wind, carrying sand and gravel, swept across the withered meadow, making a mournful sound, and a desolate atmosphere filled the world.
The third city’s dark walls stood imposingly, and atop them, weapons gleamed coldly, countless eyes fixed intently on the outside.
Below the walls, the massive Hou Xia army had swelled like a tidal wave, cavalry in the lead, infantry in the rear, banners waving, swords and spears like a forest, and the overwhelming killing intent stirring the wind and clouds.
On the commander’s banner, a huge character named “Xia” danced wildly in the wind.
At the same time, the gates of the third city slowly opened.
There was no commotion, only the dull thud of armor rubbing against each other and horses’ hooves pounding the ground.
Like thunderbolts gathering strength, the army under the Phoenix Banner surged out like an iron torrent, quickly forming ranks before the city.
Their disciplined bearing and absolute silence stood in stark contrast to the clamor on the opposite side.
Once the formation was set up, the central army parted to create a passage.
The three riders slowly and deliberately stepped out from the crowd, reaching the very front of the army formation.
On the left is Gu Anqi, dressed in a blue robe, riding a docile packhorse, seemingly out of place in this atmosphere of war and strife.
Yet his expression is calm, his gaze sweeping over the vast army formation opposite him, his eyes filled with inquiry, showing no fear.
On the right is Achen, still dressed in dark, close-fitting clothes, straddling a magnificent black horse, his posture as straight as a javelin.
His face is expressionless, except for his unfathomable eyes, like ice that has never melted in the polar regions, which slowly sweep over every soldier in the Houxia army formation, especially lingering for a moment on the commander under the “Xia” banner, a cold smile with a sharp, aggressive edge curling at the corner of his mouth.
The person in the center was none other than Feng Qinghe.
Her soft armor, gleaming with a faint blue light, accentuated her slender and upright figure.
Her ink-black hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, fluttering in the wind.
She held the ancient sword with its sheath in her hand, casually placed across the front of her saddle.
In the sunlight, her face was beautiful, even possessing a touch of feminine gentleness.
However, the solemn and murderous aura between her brows, stained by the blood and rain of the battlefield, was more oppressive than any ferocious face.
Her gaze calmly fell upon the “Xia” banner of the commander opposite her.
From the opposing Houxia army formation, beneath the commander’s banner, a general rode out.
This man was clad in heavy wolf-head armor, wielding a twelve-foot-long steel-tipped spear.
He was burly, with a rugged face and a thick beard like a halberd.
He was none other than Xia Jiyuan, a famous general of Houxia.
His gaze toward Feng Qinghe was complex, containing apprehension, hatred, and also a sense of familiarity with his old adversary.
“Commander Feng!” Xia Jiyuan’s booming voice broke the deathly silence between the two armies, his words carrying a northern accent, “How have you been!
This year, I’ve arrived on time again for the New Year’s gifts!” Upon hearing this, Feng Qinghe’s lips curled into a slight smile, her voice clear and melodious, yet resonating throughout the battlefield: “General Xia, I feel a little guilty accepting this ‘generous gift’ every year, given your tireless efforts.
However,” she changed the subject, her tone still calm, “every time you come, you leave something behind.
I wonder how many lives you plan to save this year to add some good luck to your ‘New Year’s gift’?” Xia Jiyuan’s face darkened, and he snorted coldly, “Hmph!
Feng Qinghe!
Don’t try to win with your words!
In the past, you were lucky enough to win by a move or two, but today, I will definitely raze these three cities of yours to the ground to avenge my previous humiliation!” “Crush three cities?” Feng Qinghe repeated softly, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword slightly raised, pointing with the scabbard at the massive army formation behind Xia Jiyuan.
Her tone was languidly mocking.
“With these chickens and dogs behind you?
Xia Jiyuan, every time you come here, you say the same thing?” She suddenly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over A-Chen and Gu Anqi beside her, before finally settling on Xia Jiyuan, her tone turning abruptly cold: “How do you plan to fight this year?
Will you fight one-on-one to see who comes out on top, or…” Her gaze swept across the entire Houxia army formation, her voice suddenly rising, carrying an overbearing and domineering air, “…directly lead your army to attack the city, and let this commander see just how much skill you’ve gained in the past year!” As soon as the words were spoken, a murderous aura soared into the sky on the battlefield!
Ah Chen gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
The warlike blood within him seemed to be ignited by the tense atmosphere.
Gu Anqi took a deep breath, his gaze becoming even more serious.
Faced with such provocation, Gu Anqi knew that the general opposite him would not let the matter rest.
In this deathly silence, thick with the tension of impending battle— In the midst of the Xia army’s formation, beside Commander-in-Chief Xia Jiyuan, a burly deputy general could no longer contain himself.
He spurred his warhorse forward, brandishing his heavy spiked club, aiming it directly at Feng Qinghe, and roared like thunder: “Hou Xia Zheng Yao challenges Feng Qing He, the commander of the Thirteen Alliances of the Great Border Pass!
Do you dare to step into battle against me?!” This roar was like a boulder crashing into an icy lake, instantly creating a thousand waves.
Behind Feng Qinghe, Meng Liang, the garrison commander of the First City, was already glaring with rage.
Seeing this, his blood boiled, and he brandished his spear, spurred his horse, and charged forward, roaring, “Stop talking nonsense!
You lowly scoundrels, how dare you address my commander by his name and make such a presumptuous challenge?!
Meng Liang is here to take your dog’s life!” The tense atmosphere was instantly ignited to a boiling point!
“Wait a minute.” A clear, calm voice rang out, not loud, but instantly drowning out all the noise of the battlefield.
Feng Qinghe raised her hand, stopping Meng Liang.
All eyes were on her.
Feng Qinghe’s gaze swept over Hou Xia’s military formation, lingering for a moment on Xia Jiyuan and the three imposing deputy generals beside him.
She was already tired of this endless battle and even considered it a meaningless fight deep in her heart.
So this time, she wanted to do something different and end the battle with the least possible cost, while also taking the opportunity to prove her strength to Gu Anqi and Achen.
She took a deep breath, her voice suddenly becoming sharp and clear, carrying across every corner of her territory: “All surrounding defense forces, listen to my command—” She paused slightly, then her next sentence was earth-shattering: “—Retreat ten feet!” What?!
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
The order caused an uproar of surprise and uncertainty not only within Hou Xia’s army ranks but also within the Great Zhou army behind Feng Qinghe!
Disbelief and astonishment were written on the faces of every soldier!
To retreat without a fight was already inconceivable, but for the commander-in-chief to order a full retreat when the enemy was pressing in and morale was high?!
“Commander Feng!” Meng Liang cried out urgently, wanting to remonstrate.
“Retreat!” Feng Qinghe said decisively, brooking no argument.
Despite the soldiers’ doubts and resentment, the well-trained Great Zhou army, like a receding tide, maintained its disciplined formation and slowly moved back ten zhang.
Only Feng Qinghe remained, riding alone, facing Hou Xia’s vast army.
Her figure stood out against the empty battlefield, utterly alone, yet towering and unyielding.
Xia Jiyuan was also bewildered by this unusual behavior.
He spurred his horse forward a few steps and shouted in surprise and doubt, “Feng Qinghe, what the hell are you up to?!” Feng Qinghe sat upright on her horse, her black hair fluttering in the wind.
She looked at Xia Jiyuan, her voice clearly reaching the ears of everyone on both sides: “General Xia, it’s boring on the battlefield; how about we make a bet?” Xia Jiyuan frowned, wary, but relying on his numerical advantage, he sneered, “A bet?
Hmph, fine!
I’ll settle all the old and new scores now that I’ve won!
What do you want to bet?” Feng Qinghe’s gaze swept over the three deputy generals behind Xia Jiyuan, finally settling on Xia Jiyuan’s face.
She spoke each word with resounding force: “I, Feng Qinghe, will slay these three of your lieutenants today, without firing a single shot, all alone, on the battlefield!” She paused deliberately, observing Xia Jiyuan’s suddenly changed expression and the rising anger within the enemy ranks, before slowly uttering the last sentence, her tone calm yet containing unparalleled domineering power: “—At the same time, I will capture you, Xia Jiyuan, alive, and make you, Commander-in-Chief of the Xia Army, my prisoner!” “If you win, I will offer you my head and the three cities behind me, for you to choose from!” “But if you lose…” Feng Qinghe’s voice suddenly turned cold, like the sound of frost frozen in a cold pool in a secluded valley: “Hou Xia, you’ll have to be prepared to cede thousands of miles of territory and pay tribute!” “General Xia, do you think my life and the city behind me are worth the gamble?” As soon as the words were spoken, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, with only the north wind howling past, fluttering the battle flags as if it too was trembling at this earth-shattering wager.
Everyone who heard these words, whether they were Houxia cavalrymen or soldiers of the Great Zhou, including Gu Anqi and Achen, felt a tremendous surge of emotion!
Fighting three generals single-handedly and capturing the enemy commander alive?
Xia Jiyuan’s face went from surprise and doubt to ashen, then flushed crimson.
Anger, humiliation, and greed, tempted by the huge stakes, intertwined in his eyes.
He stared intently at the seemingly frail yet imposing woman opposite him, then suddenly swung his hand, his roar echoing across the battlefield: “Feng Qinghe!
You’ve chosen your own death, so I’ll grant your wish!
It’s a gamble!
All generals, listen to my command: seize this arrogant scoundrel!” Blinded by anger and contempt, Xia Jiyuan shouted, “Zheng Yao, Batu, Helian Bo!
Attack her together!
Take her down!
Death or life!” “Understood!” Three fierce and burly lieutenants, as valiant as bears, roared in unison, their voices exploding with a cruel and excited sneer, as if they could already see their prey being torn apart by their iron hooves.
Zheng Yao, at the head, brandished a gleaming silver spear; Batu on the left flank wielded a heavy iron mace; and Helian Bo on the right held a scimitar with an astonishingly curved arc.
The three showed no mercy, spurring their horses fiercely.
Their steeds, in pain, neighed and thrashed about, forming a merciless triangular wedge formation, kicking up clouds of choking dust.
With a ferocious momentum that could crush everything in its path, they surged towards the lone figure in blue armor standing between the two armies, closing in on him!
The Great Zhou army was completely silent.
Every soldier held their breath, their eyes wide open, their hearts pounding so hard they felt like they were about to shatter their sternums.
Meng Liang’s forehead veins bulged, his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and his knuckles gripping his sword hilt trembled slightly, barely suppressing the urge to charge forward.
Gu Anqi’s face was ashen, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his fingertips unconsciously twirling a golden needle hidden in his sleeve, his eyes filled with a suppressed turmoil.
Achen narrowed his eyes slightly, his muscles already in a state of peak alert, his body leaning slightly forward like a cheetah poised to pounce, locking onto the trajectory of the three riders, every wisp of killing intent tugging at his most sensitive nerves.
However, at that critical moment, as the three riders charged in, Feng Qinghe did something that left everyone on both sides speechless and almost doubting their own eyes— With a gentle press on the saddle, the magnificent black steed, Snow-Treading Black Steed, stopped with remarkable agility.
Then, she gracefully flipped over, landing on the ground like a feather.
She casually pulled the horse to the side, patted its rump, and made it trot to avoid the oncoming arrows.
She herself, holding the ancient-style longsword upside down in one hand, strode forward on foot to meet the three torrents of steel death that swept across the heavens and earth, seemingly capable of tearing everything apart!
Foot soldiers against cavalry!
“Utterly arrogant!!
“Zheng Yao, who was directly in the line of fire, saw it all clearly and felt a surge of anger, a burning rage rising to his head from being so blatantly disrespected.
His roar almost distorted his voice!
In his half-life of battles, he had never seen such arrogance.
This was no longer a provocation; it was a trampling of the dignity of the Houxia warriors!
In his fury, the muscles in his arms bulged, and he poured all his strength, along with the terrifying kinetic energy from his horse’s charge, into his silver spear.
The spear tip exploded with a chilling glint, tearing through the air with a ghostly shriek.
Using the speed of his horse, it transformed into a deadly bolt of silver lightning, aimed straight at Feng Qinghe’s unarmored heart!
This spear strike was fast, ruthless, and accurate.
In his eyes, the next instant would be a scene of blood splattering and the spear tip piercing through her back!
Just as the deadly spear tip touched the soft armor on Qingjia’s chest, and she could even feel the coolness of the sharp aura piercing through the armor, Feng Qinghe moved!
Without a direct confrontation, without a parry, her figure hovered on the brink of life and death, seemingly transforming into a wisp of intangible smoke.
With a subtle movement almost imperceptible to the naked eye, as if propelled by the wind from the spear, she gently swayed to the side and back—the gleaming silver spear grazed past a few strands of hair fluttering against her cheek and shoulder armor, narrowly missing her by a hair’s breadth!
The fierce wind from the spear even severed a few strands of hair.
In that delicate moment of sidestepping, when old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, Feng Qinghe’s left hand, which had been hanging by her side, suddenly shot out like a venomous snake that had been gathering power for a long time.
Her five fingers were like hooks, and her precision was chilling.
She grabbed the reins that Zheng Yao was slightly leaning forward from his thrust of the spear!
At the same time, she lightly touched the ground with her toes.
Her movements were so light and graceful that they didn’t seem like those of a warrior in battle but rather like a fairy walking on water.
Using the force of that grab and swing, she soared into the air like a swallow flitting among flowers, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
Just as the warhorse swept past her, she landed steadily and lightly on Zheng Yao’s back!
She almost touched noses with Zheng Yao, who was suddenly startled and turned around in shock!
The cruel grin on Zheng Yao’s face was replaced by boundless horror and bewilderment.
He could even see his own distorted face reflected in the deep pool-like eyes of the woman opposite him.
“Puff—!” A faint, muffled sound, almost drowned out by the sound of horses’ hooves, as a sharp blade cut into flesh.
The ancient, unadorned blade had been silently extended, like a lover’s gentle touch, lightly grazing Zheng Yao’s throat.
The sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant, so fast that it seemed as if it were just a chance reflection of sunlight on the blade.
Zheng Yao’s massive body stiffened abruptly, his silver spear falling limply to the ground.
He opened his mouth in vain, trying to roar, but only managed a wheezing sound.
A thin, red-line-like wound quickly appeared and widened on his throat, and blood gushed out like a long-suppressed fountain, tracing a tragic arc in the sunlight.
The horror on his face froze forever, the ferocity in his eyes dimmed rapidly, and his powerful body swayed, then crashed to the ground like a felled giant tree, kicking up a cloud of dust mixed with blood and foam.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye!
So fast it made your mind go blank!
It wasn’t until Zheng Yao fell from his horse that the second-rushing deputy general, Batu, swung his powerful mace—a spiked club capable of smashing iron armor into mincemeat—just as it whistled through the air and struck the spot where Feng Qinghe had been standing—only to hit the air and the flying dust!
The immense inertia caused Batu to stumble on his horse.
Feng Qinghe didn’t even glance back at Zheng Yao, who had fallen from his horse, as if she were merely brushing away a fallen leaf.
With a sharp shout, she pulled on the reins, and the warhorse she had taken from Zheng Yao neighed as if it were a spirit, abruptly turning around and charging headlong at Batu, who was brandishing a spiked club and whose face was contorted with rage and fear!
Seeing his companion die so easily in a single exchange, Batu was filled with shock and rage, a chill running down his spine.
But he was now in a bind.
He roared, like a wounded bear, channeling his fear into rage.
His arm muscles bulged, and he swung his heavy spiked club in a wide arc, with the terrifying force of a mountain collapsing, crashing down on Feng Qinghe, who was charging towards him!
This blow covered an immense area, the force so strong it made it hard to breathe, determined to smash this strange woman and her horse into a bloody pulp!
The two riders charged head-on at high speed, the distance closing in an instant!
Just as the spiked club, carrying the shadow of death, was about to strike, Feng Qinghe moved again.
Her body was incredibly flexible, like a willow catkin in a storm or a streak of blue lightning.
At the last moment before the club touched her, she gracefully slid off the saddle, narrowly avoiding the massive, spiked club that grazed her hair.
Her toes lightly touched the bridge of Batu’s saddle, and using the momentum, she gracefully leaped into the air again, like a weightless feather.
With a light, agile turn in mid-air, she silently landed behind Batu, who had turned around in a rage but was too heavy with his weapon to react in time.
“Ugh!” Batu felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and a cold touch came from the back of his neck.
He tried to twist and swing his club in terror but was horrified to find that all the strength in his body had vanished in an instant, like a flood bursting its banks.
He could no longer hold the heavy spiked club, and it crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
He looked down in disbelief and saw a blood-stained, ancient-style sword tip slowly protruding from the center of his armored chest.
“No… impossible…” Batu uttered mumbled syllables, his eyes filled with immense fear of death and bewilderment at this incomprehensible battle tactic.
His powerful body collapsed from his horse like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling, kicking up dust.
At this moment, the scimitar of the third lieutenant general, Helian Bo, which embodied all his fear and ruthlessness and whose blade drew a chilling arc, had just struck Feng Qinghe’s back!
He had witnessed his two comrades, who were the bravest in the army, being slaughtered as easily as chickens and dogs.
He was already terrified, but the momentum of his warhorse’s charge could not be stopped.
He could only close his eyes, let out a desperate howl, and desperately slash with his scimitar!
Feng Qinghe didn’t even turn around.
Listening to the wind, she made a third, equally fluid and breathtaking movement the instant the cold, sharp blade grazed her—dismounting, turning sideways, spinning, and remounting, like a dance honed a thousand times, brushing past death in the nick of time.
The ancient sword in her hand, twice-blooded, once again, like the sigh of death, gently flashed past Helian Bo’s neck.
“laugh—” Blood spurted out.
Helian Bo’s charge came to an abrupt halt.
He dropped his scimitar, clutching his bleeding neck with both hands, trying to scream, but only blood and foam gushed from between his fingers and into his mouth.
His wide eyes reflected the back of the woman in blue armor standing on her horse, filled with endless regret and horror.
Then, everything went black, and he fell from his horse, dead.
The sand and dust slowly dispersed.
In the center of the battlefield, only Feng Qinghe remained, riding her captured warhorse.
Her soft armor was stained with blood, and her longsword pointed diagonally at the ground.
A few drops of crimson blood slowly slid down the ancient blade, dripping into the trampled, ravaged earth.
Around her, the corpses of three fierce generals of Houxia lay prostrate in different positions, blood gushing out and quickly soaking the ground beneath them.
A strong stench of blood filled the air.
The entire battlefield was deathly silent!
The only sound was the fluttering of the battle flags in the wind.
The soldiers in Houxia’s army were dumbfounded, their faces filled with fear and disbelief; after a brief silence, the Great Zhou army erupted in earth-shattering cheers!
Meng Liang trembled with excitement, his gaze towards Feng Qinghe filled with fanatical worship.
Gu Anqi let out a soft breath, his eyes filled with shock and deep thought.
He finally understood where Feng Qinghe’s seemingly arrogant confidence came from.
Achen slowly loosened his clenched fist and looked at Feng Qinghe.
For the first time, his fighting spirit was tinged with an extremely rare recognition of an equal.
Feng Qinghe spurred her horse and slowly turned towards Xia Jiyuan, whose face was ashen and body stiff.
She raised her ancient sword, its tip pointing at the commander of Houxia.
Her voice remained calm, yet carried an indifference that seemed to control life and death, clearly echoing across the battlefield: “General Xia, the third round is over.” A mocking, icy smile curled at the corner of her lips.
“Now, it’s your turn.” Xia Jiyuan watched helplessly as his three fierce generals were slaughtered by Feng Qinghe in the blink of an eye, their corpses lying on the ground.
His eyes widened in horror, and a surge of bloodlust rushed to his head, burning away his last shred of reason!
“Feng Qinghe!
I’ll fight you to the death!!” He roared like a wild beast, completely losing his general’s composure.
He spurred his horse and brandished his heavy steel spear, charging recklessly towards Feng Qinghe, who was sitting calmly on her horse!
The spear tip was pointed straight at her, his momentum like that of a mad tiger, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces!
A gasp of alarm rang out from Hou Xia’s army, but no one dared to stop them, nor could anyone stop them.
On the Great Zhou side, the hearts of the soldiers were once again in suspense, and Meng Liang had even spurred his horse forward.
However, faced with this desperate, furious attack, Feng Qinghe’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
She didn’t even draw her sword.
Just as Xia Jiyuan rushed within ten zhang, and the cold glint of his spear tip was about to touch her— “Bang—!” A faint smell of sulfur immediately filled the air.
A projectile, so fast that even A-Chen and Gu Anqi couldn’t see it clearly, suddenly appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a shrill whooshing sound, shooting out from an extremely tricky angle on the flank of the Great Zhou army formation!
Fast!
Accurate!
Ruthless!
The hidden weapon pierced Xia Jiyuan’s right scapula with incredible precision!
Blood splattered!
“Ugh!” Xia Jiyuan screamed in agony.
The excruciating pain caused his arm to lose all strength instantly, and the heavy steel spear crashed to the ground with a “clang”!
Just as he swayed due to the excruciating pain and loss of balance, Feng Qinghe moved!
She slid off the horse like a ghost, her toes barely touching the ground as she approached Xia Jiyuan’s horse.
Her unsheathed ancient sword flashed out, striking Xia Jiyuan’s chest acupoint with lightning speed!
With a muffled thud, Xia Jiyuan froze, his inner energy dissipated, and he fell off his horse like a puppet with its strings cut!
Without even looking, Feng Qinghe slapped the rump of Xia Jiyuan’s frightened warhorse with her backhand.
The warhorse neighed in pain and, carrying the heavily injured Xia Jiyuan on its back, galloped straight toward the Great Zhou army formation!
“Tie them up!” Feng Qinghe’s cold voice rang out.
Meng Liang and his men, who were already prepared, rushed forward and instantly tied Xia Jiyuan, who was dazed and confused, into a rice dumpling.
All of this happened too fast.
By the time Xia Dajun reacted, their commander had already been captured alive!
Leaderless, the army’s morale instantly collapsed, and chaos erupted!
“Despicable!
Feng Qinghe!
You attacked me with a sneak attack!
What kind of hero are you!
I refuse to accept this!!” Xia Jiyuan was tightly bound, yet he struggled and roared, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman.
Feng Qinghe slowly turned around, looked at the captured Xia Jiyuan, gently brushed off non-existent dust from his soft armor, and spoke with a lazy, mocking tone: “Warfare is based on deception.
General Xia, you have fought on the battlefield for many years.
Have you never heard the saying ‘all’s fair in war’?
On the battlefield, it’s a matter of life and death.
Who cares about chivalry?” Her tone suddenly turned cold, her gaze sweeping across the restless Hou Xia army like an icy blade, her voice carrying clearly across the battlefield: “The outcome of today’s gamble is decided.
Go back and tell your emperor that if you want to redeem your great general, you’d better prepare to cede thousands of miles of territory and pay tribute.
Only when you’ve shown your sincerity can you come and talk to me, Feng Qinghe!” Having said that, she stopped looking at Xia Jiyuan, whose face was ashen and who was cursing incessantly, and calmly instructed Meng Liang: “Someone, take General Xia away and treat him well.
Don’t neglect our ‘distinguished guest.'” “Yes, Commander Feng!” Meng Liang excitedly clasped his hands in a fist salute, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers dragged away Xia Jiyuan, who was cursing incessantly.
Feng Qinghe then mounted her horse, her gaze sweeping over the deathly silent, morale-shattered Hou Xia army.
Her ancient sword sheathed, emitting a clear, ringing sound.
She turned her horse, her black hair fluttering in the wind, leaving behind only a proud figure and a single sentence that echoed across the battlefield: “Retreat your troops a hundred li and await news from your lord.
If no decision is reached by then, do not blame my men for razing your Houxia royal court to the ground!” In the panic of being leaderless and having their commander captured, Hou Xia’s army finally began to collapse and retreat.
A deafening cheer erupted from the Great Zhou army!
All the soldiers looked at Feng Qinghe with fervent worship and awe!
Gu Anqi watched the figure returning on horseback, let out a soft breath, and his eyes filled with complex emotions—admiration for the man’s courage and an indescribable solemnity.
Achen stood with his arms crossed, something seemingly ignited deep within his cold, frosty eyes.
Feng Qinghe single-handedly won a city gamble, captured the enemy chieftain alive, and repelled an army of ten thousand.
After this battle, the name of Commander Feng will surely once again resound throughout the borderlands and the world.