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Half an hour later, one mile away from the Western Shu camp.

Seeing the occasional signs of torches appearing ahead, Chen Nan raised his head and closed his eyes.

With a sigh, he thought, "Has it finally come to this?"

Chen Nan did not want to go on a killing spree; he did not want the same situation to occur as in the Great Qian Dynasty.

I had been restraining myself and trying not to kill too much.

But fate was against him; he couldn't bear to watch Hongming be harmed without taking any action.

Regardless of their relationship, Hongming single-handedly stood up for him against the entire Northern Wei court.

He needed to get revenge for Hongming.

Chen Nan opened his eyes again, his gaze devoid of any emotion. He squeezed his legs together and charged out first.

The gleaming silver spear in his hand sensed the anger emanating from its master and subtly exuded an aura of power.

Immediately following this was his order to charge.

At the order, the 20,000 cavalry behind him charged forward recklessly.

They already knew about Hongming's situation; the dignified and friendly commander-in-chief had actually been harmed.

Upon hearing the news, all the soldiers were filled with a sense of urgency.

They were waiting for an opportunity to avenge their commander.

Chen Nan undoubtedly understood their thoughts very well.

An unexpected incident occurred during the day, and that very night they led their men to attack the enemy's main camp.

The soldiers at this moment were filled with resentment, and their strength was several times greater than usual.

As the 20,000-strong army charged, the ground beneath their feet began to shake.

Hongyao and Wuxu on either side felt the tremor and gripped their weapons tightly.

He gave the order to charge to the soldiers behind him.

A mile seems like a long distance, but under the charge of the cavalry, it was over in the blink of an eye, and they had already stormed into the camp of the Western Shu.

The Western Shu army did not react at all.

Those scouts who went out on patrol had already been killed by Chen Nan.

As for the guards on the perimeter, they were already in a deep sleep.

By the time they felt the ground trembling beneath their feet, it was too late to notify the army.

In this way, Chen Nan easily broke through the outer defense line.

The army charged straight into the Western Shu camp.

"Soldiers, charge!"

Chen Nan shouted, and the soldiers behind him simultaneously raised their guns in response.

For a time, the Western Shu camp was filled with cries of pleas for mercy and shouts of battle.

There were also Western Shu soldiers who had just woken up from their slumber, wearing only their underwear and carrying torches as they walked out of the camp to check the situation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the camp, he was greeted by a silver spear.

The spear tip pierced his chest without mercy.

The soldier's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down at his pierced chest.

His body fell backward unwillingly, and the torch in his hand was thrown aside.

As luck would have it, the torch fell to the ground, rolled twice, and landed right on the camp.

In an instant, the camp burst into flames.

Chen Nan didn't even glance at it and continued walking towards the central command tent.

At this moment, the Western Shu army also realized that they were being ambushed from the front.

Among them, soldiers in full armor scattered and fled to both sides.

Unfortunately, both Hongyao and Wuxu were leading infantry, and they didn't have Chen Nan's speed.

But they ran right into the Western Shu army that was fleeing to the side.

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

How could the newly awakened Western Shu army possibly be a match for the Northern Wei army, which was filled with resentment?

In just one encounter, the Western Shu army had no choice but to fight and retreat.

Here, Chen Nan arrived at the main tent of Western Shu.

With two soldiers following behind, the tips of their spears parted the tent flap.

Before he could even step inside, a shout came from within: "Who goes there? How dare you trespass into my tent? Do you have a death wish?"

Upon hearing the voice, Chen Nan knew he had come to the right place.

He decisively went inside and saw that there were only two people in the tent.

The moment Chen Nan stepped inside, the long spear beside Wang Dong began to tremble.

Wang Dong was even wearing a white undershirt.

He couldn't help but sneer: "Wang Dong? I let you escape this time of day."

Upon recognizing the person, Wang Dong immediately jumped up, pointing his index finger at Chen Nan in astonishment, and exclaimed, "You, you, you, Chen Nan!"

Chen Nan walked forward step by step, his aura gradually increasing.

Wang Dong retreated step by step until he reached the edge of the main tent, where he had nowhere left to retreat.

As Chen Nan stopped, the distance between the two was only two body lengths.

Wang Dong could clearly feel the imposing aura emanating from Chen Nan in front of him.

He was utterly shocked: "You, you're not an eighth-rank martial artist?"

Chen Nan scoffed: "I never said I was an eighth-rank martial artist."

"Where is your master?" Chen Nan asked immediately afterward.

"You know my master?" Wang Dong asked with a strange expression.

Yes, he did indeed have a master who was an eighth-rank martial artist.

However, for some special reason, his master's strength would drop drastically once he stepped out of the capital of Western Shu.

The farther away from the capital, the lower one's strength becomes. At the farthest point, one's strength will completely disappear, turning one into a commoner.

What puzzled Wang Dong was that this matter was a top secret in Western Shu, and he couldn't understand how Chen Nan knew about it.

"Since your master is still alive, there is no need for you to live."

Chen Nan snorted coldly and gently flicked his bright silver spear forward.

Wang Dong dodged to the side, grabbed his spear with his right hand, and confronted Chen Nan.

Seeing this, Chen Nan, holding a long spear, glanced sideways at Wang Dong in front of him.

Having already obtained the weapon, Wang Dong could clearly feel the gun trembling in his hand.

He glanced casually at the silver-white gun in Chen Nan's hand.

Only then did they realize that the gun in Chen Nan's hand actually possessed its own kind of imposing aura.

He was immediately shocked and exclaimed, "You, you actually managed to refine a pressure aura?"

He was no mere showman as the King of Spears of Western Shu; the spear in his hand already possessed a formidable power, capable of dealing with those wielding ordinary weapons.

He didn't even need to lift a finger; the spear in his hand was enough to terrify his opponent.

This is also why they were able to defeat Hongming so easily before.

However, the silver spear in Chen Nan's hand not only exuded an aura of power, but also completely suppressed his weapon.

Suddenly, Chen Nan raised his silver spear again, and the pressure emanating from the spear not only caused Wang Dong to drop his spear, but also completely extinguished his fighting spirit.

With a gentle flick, the gleaming silver spear pierced through Wang Dong's jaw and emerged from the back of his head.

Wang Dong never imagined that he, known as the King of Spears of Western Shu, would die so easily at the hands of Chen Nan.

Following the direction in which Wang Dong fell, Chen Nan glanced at the long spear.

He took two steps, picked up the spear, and carefully felt the still trembling spear in his hand, muttering, "It's a good spear, but it's a pity he followed the wrong person."

After putting the spear into his pouch, he ordered, "Someone come here!"

Outside the tent, two Northern Wei soldiers quickly entered.

What came into view was a large pool of dark red blood.

Wang Dong's eyes, as big as copper bells, made the two of them take a step back.

"The person is already dead, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Cut off his head and bring it back to Lecheng!"

Under Chen Nan's orders, the two soldiers completed everything at lightning speed and then withdrew.

Then, Chen Nan looked down at the other person: "You're lucky to have brought Wang Dong's body back to Western Shu."

"I will personally visit you soon!"

Leaving behind a cryptic remark, Chen Nan slowly withdrew from the tent.

Outside the tent, the battle had entered a fierce stage.

The soldiers of Western Shu also reacted and desperately resisted the attack from Northern Wei.

Chen Nan glanced at the soldiers on both sides: "Pass down the order: the army shall shout loudly that Wang Dong is dead, and those who surrender shall not be killed!"

The two soldiers quickly mounted their horses and galloped outside.

Soon after, voices rang out one after another: "Wang Dong is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

The soldiers from Western Shu initially refused to believe that their commander was dead.

You must know, that was the spear king of their Western Shu, and his master was a peak eighth-grade martial artist.

How could he have died at the hands of the Northern Wei?

However, the heads in the hands of the Northern Wei soldiers left them no choice but to believe it.

Under immense pressure, the first person to throw away their weapon was born.

Soon, one after another, the entire Western Shu army surrendered.

After counting the number of people, only 50,000 of the 100,000-strong army of Western Shu were still alive.

Meanwhile, the Northern Wei also lost several thousand soldiers.

Chen Nan looked at the Western Shu soldiers in front of him.

She said lightly, "Find a hole and bury him!"

The three people standing nearby looked troubled.

Hongze asked in a low voice, "General, was he buried dead, alive, or...?"