Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Qin Ming nodded slightly. "Each of you should prepare. Remember, Wudun's 50,000 cavalrymen are the elite force accumulated by the Qiang people over decades. If we win this battle, the western frontier can be guaranteed peace for ten years. If we lose..." He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold. "Neither you nor I will be able to face the people of Guanzhong again."

"We will win!" The generals roared, saluted again, filed out of the tent, quickly blended into the night of the camp, and began the tense and orderly pre-war deployment.

Qin Ming stayed alone in the tent, his gaze once again fixed on the valley on the sand table that symbolized tomorrow's battlefield. His eyes were deep and calm.

In this battle, he not only wants to win, but also win cleanly and decisively, completely breaking the backbone of the Qiang people and establishing the hegemony of the western frontier of the empire in one fell swoop!

……

The next day, Chenshi.

The sky over Longyou was gloomy, with heavy clouds hanging low, as if suffocating. The wind blew from the northwest, carrying with it the dust of the Gobi Desert and a hint of blood.

At the main camp of the Qian army at Broken Soul Slope, the gates were tightly shut, arrow towers stood like a forest, and a solemn and murderous silence reigned. The dark black dragon flag fluttered in the wind, revealing a cold and dead silence.

On the distant horizon, smoke and dust rose like rolling yellow clouds, accompanied by the thunderous sound of horse hooves, sweeping in! Fifty thousand Qiang cavalrymen, like a flood bursting through a dam, overwhelmed the heavens! They roared with ferocity, brandishing sharp scimitars, and led by Wu Dun himself, with a fury of humiliation, they charged straight towards Broken Soul Slope!

Wu Dun led the way, clad in golden armor and holding a spear, his ferocious face filled with a desire for killing. He saw the Qian army camp nestled against the mountain, and the silent black line of defense.

"Warriors! Charge them down! Cut off Qin Ming's head!" Wu Dun raised his spear and let out an earth-shaking roar!

“Roar——!!!” The Qiang cavalry responded with thunderous roars, and their speed increased again. Like a group of raging beasts, they rushed towards the seemingly thin black dam!

The Qiang cavalry vanguard, who were at the forefront, rushed into the narrow passage of Luoyingjian without hesitation!

Right now!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the Qian army camp, heavy war drums suddenly beat! Like a sleeping giant beast opening its cold eyes!

"Fire!!!" A shrill command sounded from the high ground on the east side!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!!!

The next moment, countless black crossbow arrows, like a deathly rainstorm, poured down from the dense forest on the eastern highlands! With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, they fiercely penetrated the Qiang cavalry team crowded in the stream path!

puff!puff!

"Ugh!"

"my eyes!"

Men and horses fell to the ground! Blood splattered everywhere! The momentum of the charge faltered! Screams and neighing horses instantly replaced the wild roar!

"Don't panic! Charge forward! Charge forward!" The Qiang general roared at the top of his lungs, urging the soldiers to continue charging forward.

However, what greeted them was a sudden appearance at the mouth of the stream, a heavily armed spear formation like a steel jungle! Densely packed spears pointed obliquely forward, forming a deadly barrier! The Qiang cavalry charged into them, instantly shattering both riders and horses!

Just as the Qiang army's vanguard was blocked at the mouth of the stream, the central army rushed into the stream, the team was stretched out and fell into chaos -

boom! ! !

A deafening cannon blast suddenly rang out!

“Kill——!!!” Meng Zhi’s thunderous roar erupted from the western forest!

Eight thousand elite cavalry in black armor, like long-dormant black lightning, burst out from the flanking forests! With the force of thunder, they slammed into the most vulnerable waist of the Qiang marching team!

Blades flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere! The black-armored cavalry was like a red-hot blade, slicing through butter, instantly cutting the Qiang army in two!

"The rear army has been cut off!"

"We are ambushed!"

Panic spread like a plague among the Qiang army! The front army was blocked, the middle army was intercepted, and the rear army was in chaos. The narrow ravine had become a death trap!

Wu Dun was in the center of the army, watching his troops being divided and strangled, his eyes bloodshot! "Hold on! Kill them!" He roared wildly, trying to organize a counterattack.

But at this moment——

The gate of the Qian army’s central camp burst open!

Qin Ming, clad in black armor, holding a giant sword and riding a jet-black divine horse, appeared before the entire army like a god of war! Behind him was the main force that had been gathering strength for a long time!

The black dragon flag pointed forward!

Qin Ming's voice was like the wind cracking the ice, clearly spreading across the battlefield: "All troops - charge!"

"Roar!!" The long-accumulated fighting spirit suddenly erupted! The main force of the Qian army was like a flood that broke through the dam, pressing forward from the front!

With a strong wall blocking the way in front, elite cavalry intercepting from the side, and the main force crushing them from behind, the Qiang army was completely on the verge of collapse!

Luoyingjian turned into a real Shura slaughterhouse in an instant!

Falling Eagle Stream, the narrow passage leading to the Qian army's main camp at Broken Soul Slope, instantly transformed into a massive millstone devouring life. The Qian army's counterattack, like a precise and ruthless killing machine, suddenly activated, completely engulfing the Qiang army pouring into the ravine in a desperate bloodbath. On the eastern high ground, three thousand powerful crossbowmen, expressionless and like cold machines, executed repetitive and deadly movements: draw the bowstring, nock the arrow, aim, and fire! Their movements were perfectly synchronized, with a heart-pounding rhythm.

Om-!

Every time the bowstring sounded, a black mass of crossbow arrows soared into the air, with a piercing scream, cutting through the gloomy sky, and then like a swarm of bloodthirsty locusts, they pounced accurately on the crowded Qiang cavalry in the ravine!

These were not ordinary arrows, but armor-piercing cone arrows specially made by the Daqian Ministry of Works. The three-edged arrowheads glowed with a cold blue light under the dim skylight. They were designed specifically to tear through leather armor, penetrate shields, and even shoot through thin horse armor!

puff!puff!puff!

The dull sound of arrows piercing the flesh, the crisp sound of bones breaking, the mournful roars of war horses, the shrill howls of the Qiang soldiers...in an instant, they intertwined into a hellish symphony!

A Qiang centurion who was charging in the front was waving his scimitar, trying to motivate his men, when a crossbow arrow accurately shot into his open mouth and out of the back of his neck, bringing with it a puff of blood mist and broken bones. The ferocious look on his face froze instantly, and he fell straight off his horse.

A Qiang cavalryman raised a leather shield to try to block, but the specially made conical arrow easily tore through the shield, pierced his arm, and pierced into his chest with the remaining force, causing him to fly backwards and fall heavily under the hooves of his companions who followed him.

The warhorses were even more miserable targets, their strong muscles torn apart, their leg bones shot off, and they rolled over to the ground wailing, throwing the knights on their backs off, only to be trampled into a pulp by the unavoidable iron hooves that followed!

The narrow ravine was choked by the corpses of men and horses, their blood forming streams that soaked the loess, turning it into a muddy mess and severely hindering the subsequent cavalry charge. The momentum of the charge was abruptly halted by this relentless rain of death, and the Qiang cavalry squeezed in front were trapped, becoming a permanent target for the crossbowmen!

Just as the Qiang vanguard was shot down by the rain of arrows and fell into chaos, at the mouth of the stream, the 5,000 heavy infantry with spears led by Li Gan had already formed a battle formation!

"Stand up with your gun—!"