The Great General, upon receiving his son's account of the so-called dream, had already confirmed some parts of it and couldn't help but believe in its authenticity.

Keenly aware, he rooted out some moles and discreetly eliminated the small groups of enemy operatives sent over, leaving no future threats.

The Great General received a letter, which was delivered by an outsider.

The person they sent was not the Great General but the mole who had already died.

Knowing that the opponent had already arranged the time for battle, they couldn't interrupt the opponent's offensive.

Thus, they allowed the opponent to proceed freely, set traps, and secretly designed formations on the city walls.

On a certain night, the barbarians launched a surprise midnight attack with a large force.

Tens of thousands of them moved together, some carrying ladders, others using logs to batter down the gates.

They initially attempted to stealthily take the towers, believing that the moles would assist them by redeploying the soldiers on the towers or killing them.

Then, they planned to secretly open the gates for them.

The barbarians envisioned a beautiful plan, climbing one by one up the ladders, thinking that once they reached the towers, they could enter and open the gates for the tens of thousands of fighters to flood inside.

This initial group would enter, marking the start of the slaughter.

At this time, those ambushed on the walls included the Great General, the Young General, and all the commanders. There wasn't room for too many; they brought their trusted followers, requiring no soldiers to guard the walls—tonight belonged to them.

With a wave of the Young General's hand, the formation was activated, and the lights that previously appeared bright on the city walls now seemed mysterious.

The tens of thousands of barbarians below hoped for success today, dreaming of slaughtering everyone in this country so their own people could come here and live well.

Their strategy wasn't just orders; it was their dream.

They lived in this small nation where conditions were much worse than in the neighboring country.

Their land made it hard to grow crops, their water supply was difficult, and their farms were struggling.

Furthermore, they didn't have many people.

Many from the frontier city came to trade, to buy things from this country.

Even the frontier city next door seemed like an oasis, much better than living in the desert or on the steppes.

In this country, the land was fertile, and the food was abundant.

Many people in this country had the means to eat meat.

Only the wealthy lived such good lives.

Ordinary soldiers lived humbly.

They were merely someone's wives or servants.

But once they joined the army, their families received benefits because of their reputations.

Many sent their earnings back home.

Even here, where food was scarce, they hoped to leave the grain for their families to survive.

They were unaware of the fate awaiting them—an unimaginable torment.

They faced a devilish nightmare.

Under Jiang Tang's divine soul observation, it was like those television dramas where the Barbarian Nation attacked, and the soldiers fought courageously with primitive methods.

Many carried simple weapons; some soldiers only had broadswords, and those climbing ladders had short daggers because the broadswords hindered their agility when climbing.

They planned a sneak attack, using daggers to quietly eliminate the threat.

Those who climbed the walls found themselves in a strange space, not atop the wall as they expected, but within an illusion realm created by the formation.

Those who entered the formation could no longer see each other, feeling surrounded by beasts and fearing the beasts, they kept swinging their daggers in terror.

In their frightened retreat, their destiny was to fall.

Falling from such a high wall led only to death.

The barbarians watched as their comrades climbed up one by one, believing they could breach quickly and the ones above could open the gates.

The scenario of outside support and internal slaughter gave them a chance to become high-ranking officers of this nation, even founding heroes.

The barbarians were overjoyed, watching soldiers ascend, mocking at how stupid and weak some were.

Incredibly, they climbed onto the walls without any casualties, entering a rampage, fearless of being killed.

The first to charge were those on ladders and those using logs to batter the gates.

Those battering the gates felt that regardless of their efforts, the gates were so firm. Even with so many working together, the gates wouldn't break.

They felt exhausted, driven by a single desire, relentlessly charging forward.

Seeing the ladder climbers succeed motivated them, believing with a little more effort, and support from above, they could accomplish their mission.

Meanwhile, a different scene played out on the walls.

The Great General and other leaders watched as many soldiers went mad upon reaching the top, retreating and irrationally using their daggers to stab.

The Great General, the commanders, and those with them saw the madness and didn't need to intervene, as the soldiers retreated and fell from the top on their own.

One by one, soldiers climbed up, went mad, and fell.

Those on the climbs went mad, and those below couldn't see it happening.

The situation was unusual, seen only by the Great General and the Young General.

Only they, with their cultivation, could comprehend the formation's subtlety.

The Great General laughed with satisfaction at the outcome.

The commanders and those witnessing the enemy's madness laughed too.

Those people were mad, here to entertain, performing a falling game.

It was the Young General's first time witnessing such a formation in battle, defeating the enemy without losing a single troop.

He now felt immense gratitude towards the supportive deity who spared them from danger.

All night, they watched above, the drummers wide-eyed, witnessing the spectacle.

They needn't drum to signal battle.

Now they quietly enjoyed the show!

The barbarians sent wave after wave up the ladders, their soldiers climbing, yet unable to open the expected gates.

The Barbarian Nation's generals found something amiss.

Attempting a silent attack without lighting torches, they couldn't see beyond the weak light from the towers, unable to discern the situation above.

When they realized everyone had climbed up but the gates remained unopened,

They sensed something was wrong—had those who climbed been silently eliminated?

What about those who entered the city?

What happened to them?

Had they been discovered and also quietly eradicated?

Their Chief Commander shifted from triumph to confusion, uncertain why the gate didn't open.

Had those inside failed to support, trapping the attackers inside a dream?

No special signals, nor any of their coded messages were passed.

Those requiring two ladders climbed but did not achieve their intended effect.

Should they send more up?

Something felt wrong; even with so many battering the gates, they wouldn't break.

They had fought battles before, breaking gates to occupy places, hoping to seize more land, only to be beaten back by the country's generals.

They couldn't even get past the gates; their earlier ambitions and dreams of conquest now felt peculiar and strange.

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