After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Historically, only a handful of generals have been able to charge into battle alone, moving swiftly and decisively.

The strongest among them was Xiang Yu, followed by An Jingsi, Lü Bu, Chang Yuchun, Yang Zaixing, Xue Rengui, and others.

"Your Highness, Liu Wendong's army is less than three miles away from here."

The news from the guards came just in time.

Chen Futu mounted his black horse and laughed, "Mount up and come with me to see this prefect. Today, let him know that I, from the Northern Frontier, can defeat him with just over ten riders."

Chaos and turmoil erupted outside Chuzhou City.

Liu Wendong, dressed in a civil official's robe, led five thousand troops, his anger palpable.

He had just received news of his son's murder, but he hadn't seen his son's body yet, so he didn't know if the news was true or not.

The most outrageous thing was that he wanted to find some lowly people to interrogate, but when he left the city, he couldn't find a single person. It was said that those people had all fled to the northern frontier two days ago.

"It must be that Qin guy, it must be!"

Liu Wendong now wishes he could tear Chen Futu to pieces.

Everyone in Chuzhou knew that Liu Wei was his son; only that important figure from the northern frontier dared to touch his son.

Just as he was pondering this, someone came to report, "Sir, we have found a group of people."

"Bring it here quickly!"

Liu Wendong looked extremely agitated.

Soon, hundreds of people were pushed to the front of the formation, most of whom were the elderly, women, and children.

"Speak! Where is the murderer who killed my son!" Liu Wendong roared, raising his riding crop.

An old man answered tremblingly, "Your Excellency, we are unaware. Everyone has fled to the northern frontier; we haven't set off yet."

"Hmph, you think you can leave? My son's death is inextricably linked to you lowly commoners. Arrest them all and imprison them in the imperial prison for rigorous interrogation!"

At Liu Wendong's command, his men came to arrest people.

"Sir, we know nothing!"

"Yes, we're innocent!"

"You are not wronged at all. The wandering knights kidnapped my son for your sake, threatening me to provide relief. I did as they wanted, but they still wanted to kill my son. Now that I have captured you, let's see what they have to say!"

Liu Wendong was furious and wouldn't listen to what those lowly clerks were saying. Seeing the chaotic scene, he drew his knife to kill them.

"Lord Liu, why are you so angry?"

Just when the people were in despair, Chen Futu arrived.

His party consisted of only a dozen or so riders. An Jingsi sat upright on the burly Red Hunting Horse, holding a golden ringed sword as a guard behind him, exuding a murderous aura.

Seeing this, Liu Wendong was furious: "Did you arrest my son? Boy, give my son back right now! If you release him, I will let bygones be bygones, considering that you are General Qin's sworn brother!"

Even at this point, Liu Wendong did not dare to make a move easily.

Chen Futu sneered, "Lord Liu, your son is indeed in my hands. Release the people first, and then we can talk."

"Don't think about it!"

"What are you afraid of, Lord Liu? There are only a dozen or so of us. Do you think I'll go back on my word?"

Chen Futu spread his hands, looking completely harmless.

Liu Wendong looked around and indeed found no trace of the army. If there were only a dozen or so people, he really had nothing to fear.

Thinking of this, Liu Wendong ordered the release of the people.

Chen Futu immediately dispatched a personal guard to lead the people away.

The people knelt down in unison, their cries shaking the heavens: "Thank you, young master! You are a just and upright official!"

"Fellow villagers, hurry up and go."

Chen Futu dared not waste any time; if a fight broke out soon, chaos would ensue, and no one would be able to care about them.

Soon after, the people left in a great chorus, leaving only Chen Futu leading a dozen or so riders to face five thousand soldiers in the vast area.

"Young Master Qin, can you release my son now?" Liu Wendong shouted, suppressing his anger.

Chen Futu pursed his lips dismissively, "I can't put it away, but you can take it away."

"Take it away? What do you mean!"

Liu Wendong suddenly had a bad feeling.

Chen Futu waved his hand, and his personal guards rode up from behind, carrying a wooden box in their hands. The moment Liu Wendong saw the box, he was struck dumb, his eyes went blank, and then he let out a shrill scream, "My son!"

Chen Futu took the box and tapped it twice casually. "Young Master Liu, did you hear that? Your father is calling you home for dinner."

"You, surnamed Qin, how dare you!"

Liu Wendong's eyes turned bloodshot, like a rabid, hungry wolf. The garrison behind him was stunned; they never expected their young master to be killed.

Everyone knows that the master only has this one son!

If the young master is killed, the master is capable of anything.

Chen Futu raised his eyebrows and held the box up in front of him. "The father is to blame for not teaching his son. You raised such a thing, and you still have the nerve to cry to me?"

"What my son does is none of your business!"

"If that's the case, then you can take it."

Chen Futu casually tossed the box over.

Liu Wendong was shocked and rushed to catch it. As the box fell, Chen Futu, An Jingsi, and their personal guards all drew their swords.

"kill."

Upon receiving the order, An Jingsi took the lead, riding his Red Hunting Chariot at breakneck speed away.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, and no one cared about Liu Wei's head that had rolled out, because this young master Qin was too audacious, daring to charge into the enemy lines with just a dozen men. Had he gone mad?

However, when An Jingsi charged into the enemy ranks, they realized they were wrong. This was not a person, but a monster. He was an army all by himself, and wherever he went, men and horses fell. Don't be fooled by the fact that he was carrying a knife; with one swing, he could cut several people in half. He was simply a ruthless killing machine.

"Stay calm, stay calm!"

Liu Wendong panicked; grief, anger, and confusion made it impossible for him to stop the chaotic situation.

An Jingsi led his personal guards in a frenzy of killing, charging left and right as if they were in an empty field.

As he said, the garrison in Chuzhou was just a ragtag army, far inferior to the elite Ironclad Cavalry of the grasslands. Although he did not bring Yu Wangshuo with him, he had a knife and Hong Shou more than enough to deal with these rabble.

"Damn it, kill that Qin bastard!"

Unable to stop An Jingsi, Liu Wendong had no choice but to turn his attention to Chen Futu.

Chen Futu chuckled, brandished his sword, leaped onto his horse, and charged into the enemy ranks. His Grand-Grade Sword Technique and Martial God Body were unleashed like a reaping of scythes.

Neither Chen Futu nor An Jingsi deliberately tried to kill Liu Wendong.

Killing such a person would be detrimental; with him guarding Chuzhou, it would be easier to launch a long-range attack into the northern frontier in the future.

The battle ahead is not difficult.

Historically, Lü Bu once defeated tens of thousands of Black Mountain troops with only a few dozen cavalrymen. Today, he was facing only a few thousand enemies, and they were a motley crew.

With their formation disrupted by An Jingsi, the outcome was already decided.

"Quickly, take the master and escape!"

"Get out!"

The chaotic army began to scatter, and An Jingsi, riding the Red Hunting Horse, was like a god descending to earth. Wherever Chen Futu pointed, he charged forward, and no one could stop his advance.

Liu Wendong also fled in a panic. Chen Futu did not kill him, but instead struck him with a sword from a moment of surprise, enough to keep him in bed for ten days or half a month. In this way, he bought some time.