On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

This is a huge crack cleaved by the divine hand of nature, with steep cliffs hundreds of feet high on both sides, leaving only a narrow passage less than ten feet wide in the middle, just wide enough for three or five riders to ride side by side.

This is the only route the Golden Wolf Riders take when they emerge from the swamp's secret passage and head towards Yanran Prefecture.

This was also the burial place that Lin Zhen had chosen for them.

At this moment, atop this precipice, Lin Zhen and his three hundred "Night Owl" assassins had been lying in wait for an entire night.

They were like ghosts that blended into the rocks, making no sound whatsoever.

The night's wait had exhausted their last bit of physical strength, but everyone's spirits were stretched to the limit.

They gripped their cold weapons tightly, their eyes fixed on the canyon below, which resembled the jaws of a giant beast.

Lin Zhen had already arranged everything.

At both the entrance and exit of the canyon, ingenious mechanisms were set up using boulders and logs. With just a command, the passage could be blocked instantly, forming a giant cage.

Hidden on both sides of the cliff are dozens of firing positions composed of the most elite crossbowmen of "Night Owl". Their specially made repeating crossbows can unleash the densest rain of deadly arrows in the shortest amount of time.

The canyon floor was covered with countless caltrops coated with deadly poison, as well as animal traps and pitfalls disguised in animal hides.

This is a perfect, three-dimensional death trap.

Lin Zhen stood at the highest point of the cliff, the cold mountain wind blowing his black clothes. His face bore the weariness and frost of days of travel, but his eyes shone with an alarming light.

He didn't say anything to his brothers to boost their morale.

Because everyone who followed him here was a death-defying warrior who had long since disregarded life and death. They didn't need grand words; all they needed was a single command.

After giving his final orders, he said to the crowd, "Brothers, if you return alive after this battle, I will treat you to the finest wine. If you are killed in action, your families, His Majesty and I will support them for the rest of their lives!"

"To die for the Prince! To die for His Majesty! To die for the Great Qian!" The three hundred warriors responded in a low but unwavering voice.

Lin Zhen took out the sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks from her bosom once again.

He brought the sachet to his nose and took a deep breath.

That familiar scent, belonging to Yan'er, instantly dispelled all the weariness and tension in his heart, leaving only endless tenderness and unwavering killing intent.

Yan'er, I promised you I would end this war with my own hands.

Today is the day I fulfill my promise.

He placed the sachet back against his chest, close to his heart. Then, he drew the longsword that had been with him for many years from his waist.

The sword reflected a chilling light in the dim morning light.

"coming."

The ghostly figure beside him whispered.

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Zhen looked towards the entrance of the canyon.

A group of about a hundred Golden Wolf Riders scouts were seen cautiously riding into the canyon.

They looked around warily, but the cliff was silent except for the howling wind.

The scouts found nothing amiss and, after a thorough search, sent a signal that it was safe to proceed.

A moment later, the sound of the earth trembling grew louder as it approached.

The main force of the Golden Wolf Cavalry, a dark mass, like a black torrent of steel, began to slowly surge into the "One Line Sky" canyon.

They were clad in heavy armor, and their horses were also covered in iron armor. The spears and scimitars in their hands gleamed menacingly in the morning light.

As expected of the most elite troops in the northern desert, they maintained a disciplined formation even while marching through this narrow canyon, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lin Zhen's gaze quickly searched among the enemy troops.

Soon, he saw a huge royal banner embroidered with a golden wolf's head in the middle of the procession.

Beneath the royal banner stood a group of guards, among whom sat an exceptionally imposing figure riding a magnificent white warhorse—none other than Attila the Left, King of Guli.

found it!

Lin Zhen's heart was ice-cold.

He waited patiently.

The greedy python awaits, ready to plunge its entire body into the trap tailor-made for it.

The procession of 15,000 people stretched for miles.

After the tail of the Golden Wolf Riders had completely entered the canyon, Attila seemed to sense that something was wrong.

This canyon is too quiet.

Not even a bird chirped.

He frowned, about to order the entire army to speed up their passage.

However, it's too late.

Standing atop the precipice, Lin Zhen looked down at the black "river" that had been filled in, and slowly raised the longsword in his hand.

Then, he swung it downwards with a sudden motion!

"Do it!"

Give an order!

"Boom--!"

At the entrance and exit of the canyon, boulders and logs that had been prepared beforehand were pushed down simultaneously!

With a deafening roar, the passages at both ends were instantly and completely blocked!

The Golden Wolf Riders, who were on their way, were so startled by this sudden turn of events that they were thrown into disarray, their formation instantly thrown into chaos.

"what happened?!"

"There's an ambush!"

Attila was still reeling from the shock.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The symphony of death has already begun!

From both sides of the cliff, countless hidden firing positions simultaneously unleashed a deadly rain of arrows!

Those were not ordinary arrows, but armor-piercing arrows specially made by the Shenji Battalion that could penetrate heavy armor!

The dense arrows, like a black swarm of locusts, descended from the sky, covering everything.

The canyon instantly transformed into a living hell!

Although the Golden Wolf Cavalry soldiers were elite, in this narrow and desperate place where they could neither dodge nor form a battle formation, their heavy armor was simply no match for the all-around saturation attacks coming from above.

Screams and the mournful neighing of warhorses instantly echoed throughout the entire canyon.

Countless warriors from the northern desert, before they could even see where the enemy was, were riddled with arrows and fell into pools of blood, screaming in agony.

"Hold on! Form a shield formation! Form a shield formation now!" Attila roared hoarsely.

However, his orders seemed so pale and powerless amidst the chaos and the cries of death.

What's even more terrifying is yet to come.

"put!"

With the second command, the huge logs that had been prepared and soaked in kerosene were set ablaze and rolled down the cliff with a roar!

The burning logs, like chariots from hell, charged into the already chaotic enemy ranks with unparalleled momentum, smashing countless northern cavalrymen, men and horses alike, until bones were broken and flesh flew everywhere!

The flames instantly ignited their fur robes and saddles.

The entire canyon was turned into a sea of ​​fire almost instantly!

"what--!"

"Help!"

Countless soldiers from the northern desert screamed and writhed in the flames, eventually turning into charred corpses.

Attila stared in horror at the hellish scene before him!

He never dreamed that his proud 15,000 Golden Wolf Riders would suffer such a devastating blow in such a place!

"Charge! Charge out!" He roared like a mad tiger, brandishing his spiked club, desperately trying to organize an effective counterattack.

However, at that moment, Lin Zhen's voice, as cold as the Grim Reaper, clearly reached the ears of every surviving Golden Wolf Knight soldier from the cliff.

"Attila, your death is nigh!"