For ordinary soldiers, the quickest way to rise through the ranks and change their fate is to earn merits on the battlefield.

Previously Luo Yong, who shared the same status as them, was awarded for his achievements in battle by the Marquis with gold, silver, and a maid. He was promoted to Centurion and granted the title of Baron. Now he has risen to Centurion, become a Grade-Entering Martial Artist, and been assigned to the Personal Guard Battalion, a direct lineage of the Marquis's.

They also want to be like Luo Yong.

"Dong dong dong..." Cui Shuang personally beat the war drums for them. The drumbeats, like invisible waves, rippled through the air, each thud more resounding and forceful than the last.

...

"Prepare the catapults and crossbow carriages." Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan remained calm, issuing orders coolly.

The order officer transmitted Xiao Yan's commands to the whole army via the command flags.

Crossbows loaded, crossbow carriages ready.

Stone bullets loaded, catapults ready.

The archers on the walls had also bent their bows and nocked their arrows, ready.

Soon, the Chen Army reached the attack range of the bed crossbows and the catapults.

"Fire." Xiao Yan waved his hand boldly.

"Swoosh..."

The crossbows shot out violently, cutting through the air towards the foremost Chen Army soldiers.

The bed crossbow, with immense power, shot crossbow bolts that not only pierced through armor but continued through several men.

The stone bullets launched from the catapults also smashed several Chen Army soldiers.

"Continue loading." Xiao Yan shouted loudly.

When it was time for the second round of fire, although the bed crossbows fired their bolts, there was no movement from the catapults.

"What's happening?"

Xiao Yan frowned deeply.

At this moment, a personal soldier he had sent earlier to scout out the situation hurriedly approached with a panicked expression, saying, "General... It's not good, the enemy attacked from behind the city, and our catapults have been destroyed by the enemy."

"What?!"

Xiao Yan was shocked, his facial muscles tensing up with anger, but his excellent training reminded him to stay calm, and he asked, "Where did the enemy behind the city come from? How did they enter the city?"

"It was General Zhao Liang who brought them into the city. General Zhao defected. They slaughtered as soon as they entered, and General Peng was also killed." The personal soldier replied.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan staggered back two steps, somewhat unsteady.

This news was like a bolt from the blue to him.

No wonder the Chen Army began attacking the city comprehensively at this time.

"Han Monarch." Xiao Yan called out, referring to Li Hanjun, a Household General of the Xiao family, one of the deputy generals in the city, and a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist, second only in power to Vice General Peng.

"General." Li Hanjun quickly arrived before Xiao Yan, saluting respectfully.

"You hold the line here; make sure to guard it. I will take people to eliminate Zhao, the traitor, to free the worries behind." Xiao Yan ordered.

He did not know that these men were Chen Mo's people in disguise, assuming instead that it was Zhao Liang leading his subordinates to join the Chen Army.

"Yes."

...

Chen Mo swung his saber like the wind, destroying several catapults in succession. The seven or eight soldiers and horses who came forward to stop him were instantly torn to pieces, and the nearby soldiers were startled to the core by this imposing scene.

"Great Sun Qi Slash!"

With a thunderous roar, Chen Mo's innate spiritual Qi surged out. Above his head appeared an invisible great saber, reaching three zhang in length, slashing towards the battle array composed of hundreds of Huai soldiers in front.

As the blade fell, a bloody path opened directly before Chen Mo, leaving limbs scattered everywhere. A residential building was instantly cut in half, and a knife scar an inch deep appeared on the bluestone street.

With the sun hanging high in the sky, as long as it was not obscured by clouds, Chen Mo was not afraid of not being able to recover his innate spiritual Qi, so he did not save it.

"Divine Brave Guard attack the right flank, Personal Guard Battalion follow me to attack the left flank. Kill." Chen Mo charged through the bloody path.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Inspired by Chen Mo's bravery, the Personal Guard Battalion and the Divine Brave Guard felt as though they could overcome any obstacle following Chen Mo.

Zhao Liang, just keeping up, looked at the distant hellish bloody road. Even though he was accustomed to blood-soaked battlefields, fear gripped his heart.

Even as middle-grade martial artists exhibit astonishing combat power, easily protected by innate spiritual Qi, slaughtering dozens to hundreds of small soldiers with ease, when witnessing the scene of thousands of people charging at tens of thousands, they were still shocked.

This was practically a meat grinder.

Zhao Liang continued to follow up.

Soon, a voice roared ahead: "Zhao Gou, come out for this general, the Prince treated you well, why did you defect?"

The voice was like a stormy sea, wave after wave, and within the sound, there was the dragon's roar, almost tangible, hurling dozens of Divine Brave Guards charging on the right flank into the air, causing innumerable people to be deafened, as if suffering from vertigo.

Even Zhao Liang, from this far away, felt his eardrums ache slightly.

"It's the Jiao Long Yin..."

Zhao Liang frowned slightly.

Jiao Long Yin is a Royal Martial Art, and the Xiao family, deeply connected with the Imperial Family, naturally had the qualification to cultivate it.

He recognized Xiao Yan's voice.

Knowing he was no match for Xiao Yan, he pretended as if he hadn't heard.

"Let me deal with you." Chen Mo responded.

"State your name, this general doesn't kill nameless individuals."

"Chen Mo of Pingting County!"

"What?" Xiao Yan was astonished.

Chen Mo said no more, advancing with his saber, leaping up when close, spinning with a slash, and sending an invisible half-moon cutting across.

If not a martial artist, one couldn't even perceive it.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Huai Army soldiers in front of Xiao Yan were cut in half, with blood spraying onto Xiao Yan's face.

Feeling the warmth on his face, Xiao Yan snapped back from the surprise of hearing Chen Mo's name and roared again: "So it's you, you treacherous, shameless scoundrel. Do not act atrociously, seize him."

At Xiao Yan's command, countless ropes with hooks shot towards Chen Mo, intending to capture him.

"Marquis, dodge quickly, don't get trapped." Zhao Liang, who followed up and saw this scene, shouted a reminder.

He had seen these ropes before, made from special materials and soaked in martial artists' blood for forty-nine days, reportedly able to control the materialization of divine powers.

They had even used them against Lu Sheng.

He did not think Chen Mo could escape.

No, Zhao Liang did not even know Chen Mo was an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, not daring to imagine higher.

The ropes shot from all directions, and although Chen Mo could keep a lookout on six sides and hear in all directions, he still got entangled by these hooks due to his unfamiliarity with the city's layout.

However, with innate spiritual Qi protecting him, he was not injured by them.

In that instant, he felt a suppressive force, like a seal, attempting to lock his innate spiritual Qi within.

This puzzled Chen Mo for a moment. To prevent a blunder, he no longer held back and softly shouted: "Divine Power, Unleash."

Bang!

A surge of immense innate spiritual Qi erupted from within, with a massive purple sun, half a zhang in diameter, suspended behind him, burning off all the ropes binding him.

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