Before an absolute killing machine, that meticulously practiced swordsmanship was utterly ineffective.

After sweeping away the Eastern Barbarian bandits, the Black Armor Cavalry appeared in front.

Those were the armored heavy cavalry of the Northern Barbarians!

This heavy cavalry could be said to be all of the Northern Barbarians' wealth; Emperor Taizu of Sheng had defeated them at Wulan Tula Mountain only with the advantage of firepower, despite the disadvantageous position of fighting uphill.

It could be said that this small number of heavy cavalry was the only type of soldier that could cause Lord Qin a headache. After all, during the Liang Dynasty, in order to preserve the greatest degree of mobility, the cavalry's horses were not armored.

But Lord Qin obviously wouldn't be at a loss because of this; the Liang Army was the undoubted king of the cold weapon era, capable of sustaining extremely high casualties without collapsing, meaning they possessed extremely high organizational skills.

Under such organization, as long as an appropriate military strategy could be considered, using one's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, solving the trouble brought by a new type of soldier wasn't difficult.

"Mo Blade Team, form up using the terrain!

"Cavalry, follow me to charge!"

With Lord Qin's command, the armored infantry wielding Mo Blades directly lined up as densely as the long spearmen, their blade edges pointing towards the Northern Barbarians' heavy cavalry.

The Liang Dynasty had two weapons that were expensive to make, the Mo Blade and the halberd.

The manufacturing processes of both weapons were extremely elaborate, and their destructive power was astonishing.

They gradually disappeared in later generations, partly because the rate of armor wearing became increasingly high, which reduced the effectiveness of these two weapons, and partly because of the gap in craftsman skills and the exorbitant cost which became difficult to sustain.

Starting from the Qi Dynasty, the Mo Blade and the halberd were too expensive, difficult to use as standard military weapons, and they were average against heavy armor, so they gradually vanished.

But this did not mean that the Liang Dynasty's Mo Blades and halberds were not useful.

At this time, the heavily armored Mo Blade Team was already a huge killer weapon specialized in countering cavalry. These soldiers were all tall and mighty, the elite among the infantry. Although the Mo Blade couldn't achieve the effect of "shattering both man and horse," it was far more potent than a pike considering its high cost.

General Han Fuyue used long spears and Mazha Blades against the Iron Buddhas, and the Mo Blade Team used Mo Blades against heavy cavalry; the principle was more or less the same.

First, use the Mo Blades to form a dense array to block the heavy cavalry, then chop off the horses' legs with the Mo Blades, or stab into the gaps of the heavy cavalry's armor.

The key to General Han Fuyue's victory over the Iron Buddhas lay in the high organizational skills of his army, and the organizational skills of the Liang Army at this moment were also exceedingly high!

And Lord Qin personally led the cavalry, charging towards the flanks of the Northern Barbarians' great army!

As a grandmaster in cavalry warfare, Lord Qin, of course, wouldn't be foolish enough to use his light cavalry to directly charge the opposing heavy cavalry; that would be utterly hopeless.

But he could fully lead his cavalry to attack the light cavalry on the flanks of the Northern Barbarians.

These light cavalry, in his view, were not much different from the Turkic cavalry, sort of like soft persimmons, relatively easier to handle.

As long as the light cavalry on both flanks were scattered, and the heavy cavalry was blocked by the Mo Blade Team, thus caught between two fires and isolated, the outcome of this battle would naturally be quickly revealed.

The players had also started to take action.

Some of the cavalry charged out following Lord Qin, Divine Machine players fired upon the Northern Barbarians' heavy cavalry from the flanks, covering the Mo Blade Team, while many more players took corresponding actions based on the situation on the battlefield.

The battles in all four directions completely erupted, with spirits led by the elite troops, players, and a multitude of magic soldiers fighting fiercely across the vast battlefield, bloodbath everywhere!

...

At this time, in the Northern Border enveloped by black fog, another scene unfolded.

Zhao Haiping didn't know how long it had been since many players had fallen behind. He even felt that he might get lost in the fog the next second, but fortunately, he had persisted until now.

General Wei Huo stopped and turned to look at the soldiers following behind.

"We're about to encounter the Beidi People. How many of us are left?"

Zhao Haiping quickly took a headcount and discovered that the initial tens of thousands of troops had continually diminished while venturing deeper into the Northern Border, plagued by the black fog, leaving just over eight hundred men now.

"Eight hundred men..."

General Wei Huo showed no sign of disappointment; instead, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly upward, "That's enough."

For the players, although they knew this was a game mechanic and that as they continued to win, the players who had fallen behind could break free from the black fog and rejoin, swelling their numbers once more, the sight of so few hands on deck still struck a chord of panic in their hearts.

But General Wei Huo seemed to be quite accustomed to such scenes.

"General, which way should we go now?" one of the players asked.

Clearly, this was the question most pressing on the players' minds.

They had been traveling through the thick black fog for a considerable length of time, yet hadn't come across a single soul.

Throughout their journey, General Wei Huo had frequently checked nearby landmarks like mountains and rivers, but visibility under the black fog was not great, and the players were puzzled: these mountains and rivers all appeared strikingly similar—could they really discern their precise location?

Some players even felt like they were endlessly circling within the black fog.

It was only out of trust in General Wei Huo that everyone had persisted so far.

Now, that persistence was reaching its limit.

General Wei Huo pointed diagonally ahead, "That way."

The players exchanged looks of uncertainty.

"General, not that we don't trust you, but, our goal is to penetrate the rear of the Beidi people, avoid other tribes' notice, and not run into a formidable enemy that could draw us into a bitter battle... are you sure our path has been correct all this time?"

For the players, encountering the ferocious Beidi people was not that bad; if they were strong enough, they'd fight, and if not, they'd retreat—quite straightforward.

What they feared most were two scenarios: one was encountering tribes like the Qiang people, and the other was getting utterly lost.

The former situation would inevitably lead to a fight, as explanations wouldn't suffice, and if they suffered heavy casualties without even encountering the Beidi people and demons, it would be a darkly humorous outcome. The latter was just an outright tragedy.

General Wei Huo looked at them, "How could we possibly get lost? Marquis Bo Wang spent many years among the Beidi. His intelligence and knowledge of the terrain have long been shared with our troops. Don't you remember?"

The player was at a loss for words, "But Marquis Bo Wang himself got lost too!"

In actual history, General Wei Huo and another general had jointly set out on a military expedition against the Beidi. Worried about the other general's ability to navigate, Marquis Bo Wang had been assigned to accompany him.

As it happened, Marquis Bo Wang got lost alongside that general.

On the contrary, General Wei Huo could always accurately arrive at the battlefield in the vast Great Desert and locate the main forces of the Beidi people.

General Wei Huo chuckled, "Marquis Bo Wang's getting lost could have been due to many years passing with many tribes migrating, hence some deviation from the information at the time.

"Based on Marquis Bo Wang's information, the general route I've been taking is fine. If we continue forward, the information provided by Marquis Bo Wang could also be incorrect.

"But as long as we are adept at gathering intelligence, understanding which tribes conflict with the Beidi people, annihilating those allied with the Beidi and questioning captives for directions, treating well those who are adversaries of the Beidi and seeking guides, then we can reduce the probability of getting lost to the absolute minimum."

Seeing the doubtful looks among the crowd, General Wei Huo laughed heartily again, "Don't doubt me, just follow me into battle!"

General Wei Huo spurred on his horse, and the other players had no choice but to hurriedly mount up and follow.

And in the midst of the vast black fog, faint shadows of tents began to appear ahead—

That was... a small subordinate tribe of the Beidi people.

General Wei Huo was right; his talent for navigation was truly uncanny—armed just with Marquis Bo Wang's information, he'd almost seem to have an internal GPS of the terrain mapped in his mind, pinpointing exactly the 'soft persimmons' he was looking for.

The players were instantly thrilled, pulling out their weapons and charging toward the unsuspecting small tribe!

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