We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

There was a roar of artillery fire on the top of the city wall. More than ten cannons bombarded the rear of the Khitan army, knocking people and horses to the ground.

The roar of the artillery had not yet stopped when Wang Hu put on his armor and mounted his horse. A long sword was hung on the victory hook next to the saddle, and he also grabbed the horse lance held by his personal soldier.

The eight-foot-long spear shaft glowed a faint blue in the firelight, and the seven barbs on the spear head were hung with blood grooves that had been newly sharpened last night.

"Open the gate!" As he jumped on his horse, he heard the muffled sound of a mechanism turning from inside the city gate.

The sluice gate slowly rose, and the minced meat and blood scraped from the bottom of the gate mixed together to form a blood carpet more than ten feet wide on the ground.

When the Fengtian cavalry horses stepped through the scarlet corridor, their iron hooves were actually stuck to the ground.

Hundreds of heavily armored cavalrymen penetrated the enemy formation like wedges, with two chain hammers hanging on each side of their saddles. The whistling sound of their rapid charge drowned out the artillery fire.

The Khitans' formation, which had just been disrupted by the fire attack, was now crushed by the heavy cavalry. The horses in the rear were frightened and overturned the knights, and the defeated soldiers collided with the vanguard.

"Raise your spears!" Wang Hu shouted loudly, and suddenly thousands of light soldiers jumped out from behind the heavy cavalry.

These seemingly thin soldiers were quite agile. They carried cork-shafted spears with specially made spear heads coated with gold, and they specifically targeted the soft bellies of Khitan war horses.

There were barbs on the side of the spearhead, so the soldiers in the rear found it difficult to stab the horse's belly, so they used the barbs to hook the horse's legs.

Wang Hu's horse spear swept across a semicircle, and red blood mist exploded on the chests of several Khitan cavalrymen in front of him.

He suddenly loosened the reins with his left hand, grabbed a handful of caltrops from the side pocket of the saddle, and threw them at the enemy cavalry that were flanking him on the left.

The Khitan warhorse froze in pain, and before the archer on the horse could draw his arrow, his skull was smashed by the chain hammer in the hands of the personal guard.

"The general will die!"

There were also brave warriors in the Khitan army. Seeing Wang Hu moving freely in the formation, they rode their horses to fight.

A giant man like a bear suddenly appeared from the side, holding a double-edged axe in his hand and four human heads hanging on his saddle.

Wang Hu reined in his horse and spun around, with the horse's front hooves almost at a right angle. The double-edged axe brushed past the tip of his nose, cutting off three helmet tassels.

"Well done!"

Wang Hu actually fell backwards on his horse, and the horse spear stabbed him from under his armpit like a poisonous snake.

As the giant retreated hastily, Wang Hu's boot heel hit the horse's belly hard. Wuzhui suddenly stood up and kicked the enemy general in the face with its iron hoof as big as a bowl.

At the moment when blood, flesh and brains were splattered, Wang Hu had already stabbed the enemy general in the chest and swept his body off the horse.

His personal soldiers swung their swords to chop off the enemy general's head. Wang Hu tied the bloody head to the horse's neck, picked up the remains of the corpse with the tip of his spear and threw it towards the enemy camp, causing a burst of exclamations.

The battlefield has turned into a Shura hell. The black armor on Wang Hu's body has long lost its original color, and the hooks are full of minced meat.

The Khitan vanguard was in chaos. Just as a centurion was about to blow his bone whistle, his throat was pierced by a flying arrow.

Wang Hu specifically targeted generals for fighting. When his horse spear hit a lieutenant general between the eyebrows, he suddenly turned his wrist and used the sharp spike at the end of the spear to pierce the throat of the attacker from behind.

Qian Bin saw clearly from the top of the city wall: every time Wang Hu killed an enemy general, he would cut off the enemy's head and throw it to his personal guards, which would then be hung on the saddle of the captain of the personal guards, like a huge necklace of human heads.

When it was completely dark, the enemy army had already been defeated and fled. After Wang Hu reorganized his troops, he personally led his troops in pursuit.

Under the high-intensity combat, his lance was broken into three pieces, so he took the spare long sword from the saddle to fight.

A piece of shoulder armor fell off and disappeared, and dozens of the 800 personal soldiers were killed.

Even so, Wang Hu remained energetic and showed no signs of decline.

Qian Bin witnessed the final massacre on the city wall.

When Wang Hu charged into the battle, he didn't need to chop or slash. He just thrust with his saber held horizontally, and with the help of his horse's speed, he was able to penetrate three layers of armor.

A Khitan officer raised his shield to block, and was nailed to a dead tree with his shield. When Wang Hu drew his sword, the blade turned slightly red due to overheating.

The shouts and cries of killing rang out from dawn to dusk, forcing the Khitan army to abandon their armor and weapons and retreat like a tide.

Wang Hu led his troops to chase for a few miles symbolically, but as the sky grew darker, he did not dare to be greedy for credit and withdrew his troops back to the city.

At two quarters past ten, the city gate slammed shut.

When Wang Hu dismounted, his boots left two bloody puddles on the blue bricks. On the warhorse of the captain of the personal guards behind him, there were seventeen densely packed heads!

He walked slowly towards the city, and with every step he took, a blood lotus bloomed under his feet.

The defenders welcomed their victorious comrades and cheered loudly.

"Take off the general's armor!" someone shouted.

The soldiers in the city were about to step forward, but Qian Bin raised his hand to stop them: "Wait."

Under Wang Hu's puzzled gaze, Qian Bin walked up to him personally, looked at him carefully, and suddenly felt his throat tighten.

Wang Hu's face was covered with blisters, half a finger bone was stuck in the gap of his armor, and a piece of scalp was hanging from his neck guard.

"Send the medical officer immediately..." Qian Bin said respectfully, "I will personally remove the general's armor."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Qian." Wang Hu's voice was hoarse like the friction of iron sand. "Mr. Qian is of noble status. How could I trouble you to do such a dirty thing?"

"General Wang, please don't refuse. I have seen you fight bravely against the enemy. I only regret that I am old and weak, unable to fight in the battle. I feel guilty."

“If such a trivial matter as removing the armor can no longer be done, I, a useless old man, will probably be even more restless.”

Wang Hu was silent for a moment, but finally stopped being polite and opened his arms to let Qian Bin take off his armor.

All the generals around watched this scene silently, their hearts moved but no need to mention it.

Who is Qian Bin? Your Highness's teacher!

If His Highness takes another step forward in the future, he will become the Imperial Preceptor.

A person of this status was able to remove the general's armor... This move helped Li Che win the hearts of a number of generals.

Wang Hu stared blankly at Qian Bin's graying hair, feeling a bit more guilty: "I've made Mr. Qian worried these past few days."

"There are many spies in the city, and most of the spies who have infiltrated are Koreans. I also have 20,000 Korean troops under my command, so I really have to be on guard."

Qian Bin untied the blood-stained ropes on Wang Hu's armor and shook his head, saying, "I don't care about this matter. I am only worried about the safety of Gao Li."

"Before I left, His Highness had advised me that the general was the bravest of the three armies, but that he was too straightforward and might fall into the enemy's trap... Now it seems that His Highness was wrong."

Wang Hu smiled carefreely: "Mr. Qian is wrong. Your Highness has always had a keen eye."

"I am a cavalry commander. A cavalry commander must be unstoppable, decisive, and leave no room for retreat! Your Highness is concerned about having a cavalry commander take on the responsibility of defending the city, and this is understandable."

When Qian Bin heard this, he understood something.

Among the Fengtian Army, there were only two pure cavalry generals: Yue Yun and Wang Hu.

As for other generals, Chen Qingzhi was a Confucian general, Wang Sanchun was a fierce general, and He Conglong was a talented commander.

As the most lethal type of troops in ancient battlefields, cavalry needs sharpness!

As a cavalry general, you should lead the troops by example to be invincible.

As for the task of defending the city, it is indeed not suitable for a cavalry general to carry out.

Wang Hu added, "To be honest, the Khitan army gathered at the border a few days ago, and I have been thinking about launching an offensive many times to achieve extraordinary success."

Qian Bin asked curiously, "Then why didn't the general take action?"

Wang Hu smiled innocently, "Your Highness's kindness and expectations are heavier than a mountain, yet they outweigh my ambitions."

Qian Bin was slightly startled, then suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh: "It's broken!"

Wang Hu, who fought his way in and out of the battlefield without blinking, was frightened by him at this moment and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

Qian Bin's face was filled with shame. "A few days ago, I saw you acting like this, and I was worried and angry. So I reported you to His Highness. I'm afraid the letter is almost in His Highness's hands by now!"

Wang Hu: ???