Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Didn't you say there were only three thousand people? How come there are seven thousand now?" The city lord was both shocked and furious. He brandished his sharp spear and pierced the scout's chest. Blood kept gushing out from the fist-sized, transparent hole. In the end, the scout could only fall to the ground unwillingly.

He died a just death. Falsely reporting military intelligence was a capital offense, and it was this erroneous intelligence that led to the predicament of 5,000 private soldiers.

However, the scout did not intend to deceive anyone. He was completely unaware that Lin Ping had secretly laid an ambush of seven thousand men, waiting for the city lord to walk right into the trap.

"Form ranks!" Pang Xingji excitedly commanded.

Over the years, the City Lord's Mansion has been suppressed by the Mountain City Lord's Mansion. In a sense, the purpose of these private armies is to deal with the Mountain City Lord's Mansion.

Pang Xingji and his men repeatedly treated the private army of the Mountain City Lord's Mansion as a hypothetical enemy, and simulated battles on a sand table time and again.

Pang Xingji was fairly realistic; he was never satisfied with the results of his battles, and even when he won by chance, he had to pay a heavy price.

He never imagined that the city lord would be so foolish as to fall into his own encirclement with only five thousand private troops. He had to admire Lin Ping's brilliant strategy.

How could he possibly miss such a golden opportunity?

Even if it costs us our lives, we absolutely cannot let the Lord of the Mountain City escape.

Of course, after this incident, he became more obedient to Lin Ping's orders. He did not let excitement cloud his judgment and launch an attack directly. Instead, he arranged his troops in formation, with shield bearers in front, crossbowmen next, and cavalry last.

This is a formation of encirclement without attack, waiting for the city lord to willingly commit suicide.

Once the enemy launches an attack, they will inevitably be surrounded by crossbowmen. Even if the enemy cavalry is fast, they will always have three to five rounds of arrows to fire. Without the loss of two to three thousand men, they will not be able to get close to the shield bearers easily.

Even if they get a chance to get close, the galloping warhorses will die from crashing into the sturdy shields and disrupt the formation. At that point, the spearmen in the second, third, and fourth ranks can play a powerful role.

This was a Macedonian phalanx specially trained by Lin Ping. The spears of the soldiers in the back row were progressively longer, allowing them to thrust at the enemy simultaneously. In other words, the enemy would not be facing one row of soldiers, but five or six rows, and it was unlikely that they could break through.

Even if they disregarded their lives and charged through the formation, they would likely lose another two thousand men. The remaining one thousand men would be no match for the sharp kukri knives, and they would not escape the fate of total annihilation.

Therefore, the best option for the Mountain City Lord is to stay put and wait for the next wave of reinforcements from the City Lord's Mansion.

This is a family matter of your Mountain City Lord's Mansion. Lin Ping doesn't want to get too involved. These 10,000 men are just to scare the Mountain City Lord. The real protagonist is Lian Ping and his more than 2,000 private soldiers.

Lin Ping is not one to suffer losses; his life goal is to reap the benefits without lifting a finger. He won't make a move unless he can avoid being wiped out and left with no one else.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

The mountain city lord was furious, glaring at the ten thousand enemies around him, but he still didn't have the courage to launch an attack.

He wasn't one to back down, so he sent out a hundred cavalry to scout the situation. After all, soldiers in armor were mostly immune to crossbow bolts, and there might be some unexpected gains.

As the hundred cavalrymen launched their attack, Pang Xingji shook his head like a rattle drum, constantly counting on his ten fingers, silently chanting in his mind, "One thousand, eight hundred, five hundred, three hundred, that's right, the Prince Consort said that no arrows should be fired at a charge of less than five hundred men!"

Since Lin Ping could foresee that the Mountain City Lord would walk right into the trap, he could also foresee that he would send a small force to probe him.

Well then, I'm sorry, but as you wish, I, Lin Ping, will show you what a real nightmare is, so you won't just tickle the armor of the iron cavalry with some loose and weak arrows.

Therefore, Pang Xingji did not order the crossbowmen to fire arrows, but instead remained on high alert.

As a result, the enemy thought they were afraid, and became even more arrogant, frantically ramming against the shield.

Knowing the power of the iron cavalry, Lin Ping deliberately increased the size and weight of the shields, and had two strong private soldiers lift them together. Therefore, this seemingly crazy charge did not cause many shields to collapse, but instead disrupted the enemy's formation.

At the same time, five rows of spearmen in the rear thrust out their new spears, mercilessly piercing the armor on the bellies of the warhorses, causing the iron cavalrymen to fall to the ground, all dying under the sharp spears.

After one round of attacks, the 100 iron cavalry of the Mountain City Lord's Mansion were completely wiped out, while our side lost less than 10 men.

"How is this possible? How could the armor of the Blazing Fire Guards be pierced?" The Mountain City Lord panicked. His once proud Iron Cavalry had ended up like this.

Let alone fighting ten against one, it would be good enough if one could fight one against another.

If things continue like this, even if all five thousand men die in battle, they won't be able to take the lives of a thousand enemy soldiers.

"Hahaha! This formation is indeed sturdy, and these spears are indeed sharp!" Pang Xingji's laughter echoed through the sky. He could not contain his excitement. If Lin Ping had not repeatedly emphasized not to take the initiative to attack, he would definitely have tried the power of the dog-leg knife.

Ji Yang on the opposite side also formed a battle formation, determined not to miss the best opportunity because of himself. After all, his three thousand men were the elite of the city lord's mansion, and with the addition of stirrups, their strength was no weaker than the enemy's five thousand men.

"Perhaps only the Prince Consort is worthy of the Princess..." Ji Yang sighed.

As a soldier, Ji Yang naturally admired strength. He was attracted to a heroine like Jiang Yunying. However, Ji Yang was not as strong as Jiang Yunying, so he was too ashamed to confess his feelings. Therefore, he secretly trained hard, hoping to become stronger one day.

Later, Lin Ping usurped the throne and married Jiang Yunying, which frustrated Ji Yang for a long time.

In his view, only men with high martial arts skills and strong arms were worthy of Jiang Yunying, while Lin Ping was just a spoiled brat.

It's like liking the goddess in your class when you're in school, but you don't dare to confess because she's too outstanding. In the end, a scumbag who is completely inferior to you beats you to it.

Therefore, when it comes to love, don't hesitate, don't back down, and don't feel unworthy of the other person. You must boldly shout it out and let the other person know your feelings. If you don't even have this much courage, how can you expect to succeed?

Love is like a thin sheet of paper; whoever takes the plunge gets to make it happen. Overthinking can be a hindrance, causing you to miss out on a golden opportunity.

At first, Ji Yang looked down on Lin Ping, but he wouldn't resort to underhanded tactics or dirty tricks. He was still secretly honing his skills, hoping for the day he would make a name for himself. Now he understands that Lin Ping's rise to the position of Prince Consort was not due to luck, but because... he stepped in dog poop.

These past few days, he had been secretly observing Lin Ping and increasingly felt that this man had some skills, even to the point of being described as having almost supernatural intelligence.

Only Lin Ping could lead the City Lord's Mansion to strength, and only he was truly worthy of Jiang Yunying. Therefore, Ji Yang chose to withdraw and silently offer his blessings.