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

On the plain, the sound of drums resounded.

Thousands of people were driven to the front.

Among them were many elderly people, women, and children. Faced with the arrayed enemy troops and six thousand soldiers, they were terrified, yet had no choice but to step forward.

Li Huaifeng commanded 6,000 infantrymen behind the Trapped Camp.

Looking around, the dark mass of soldiers followed closely behind the people, almost step by step.

The Northern Allied Army of the Great Qian Dynasty was gambling that the Trapped Camp would not massacre civilians. Little did they know that Chen Futu had no intention of sending the Trapped Camp to attack at all.

As time went on, the people were driven to a position less than ten paces from the enemy's camp.

Gao Shun remained silent, gripping his long sword tightly. Without his command, the soldiers in front of him made no further moves.

Seeing the rebels' patience, the Daqian army once again drove the people forward.

A woman, terrified, tried to flee with her child, but was stabbed to death by a general along with the child.

"Keep moving forward! Those who dare not advance will be killed without mercy!"

The general sheathed his spear and shouted, causing the people to wail and cry out, leaving them no choice but to continue their journey.

Seeing this, Li Huaifeng gritted his teeth in hatred and cursed inwardly, "You beast, just wait and see how I kill you!"

Soon, the people were driven to a distance of two meters from the enemy's camp. Gao Shun immediately waved his hand, and with a whoosh, the tight military formation opened up, making room for every person.

The people were stunned, and seeing a glimmer of hope, they ran away.

Because there were many gaps in the tunnel, the vast majority of civilians were let in almost immediately. When the allied forces behind saw that the situation was not good, they immediately bypassed the remaining civilians and attacked.

The Trapped Camp launched a fierce attack, while 6,000 infantrymen from the rear filled the gaps left by the Trapped Camp.

The great war has officially begun.

The formidable strength of the Trapped Camp was fully demonstrated on the battlefield in close combat, almost like a meat grinder. With 6,000 lightly armed infantry, the two sides had a clear division of labor: the Trapped Camp was responsible for killing people, while the others were responsible for finishing off the dead and receiving the civilians who hadn't run over earlier and were now running around in all directions.

The combined killing patterns of heavily armored troops and infantry were something that the makeshift army hastily assembled by the Great Qian Dynasty could not handle.

In a short time, they were slaughtered, their men and horses fell, blood flowed like a river, and their army began to collapse.

Li Huaifeng drew his sword, looked up to the sky, and laughed loudly, "General Gao! After this battle, we shall have a grand feast! Soldiers, charge!"

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

Because the enemy's vanguard was routed and the Trapped Camp was unable to keep up, Li Huaifeng personally went down to cover the attack.

On the left and right flanks of the battlefield, two elite white-pole troops charged in. As they galloped at full speed, a dense rain of arrows covered the enemy's left and right formations like a swarm of locusts, tearing open gaps in the battlefield on both flanks.

Qin Liangyu and Wu Shangde led their men in a charge towards the central army, leaving limbs flying everywhere they went.

The aim of blitzkrieg is to strike the enemy by surprise, giving them no time to coordinate and command.

By the time the commander of the central army realized what was happening, defeat was inevitable.

On the other side, behind enemy lines.

Chen Futu was straightforward; carrying the War Dragon Halberd, he personally led the charge towards the camp, with Du Hongxue by his side.

The allied forces did not expect Chen Futu to have troops to launch a sneak attack. By the time the lazy soldiers reacted, two thousand White Spear Soldiers had already stormed outside the camp.

A volley of arrows took away countless lives.

Chen Futu took the lead, unleashing his Martial God Body and Eight-Part Halberd Technique, and with a single halberd strike, he cut the unarmored soldiers in half at the waist.

The White-Spear Soldiers, taking advantage of the length of their weapons, fought like skewers of meat; their opponents couldn't touch them, but they could stab them.

Moreover, Chen Futu not only stormed the military camp, but also ordered his men to set it on fire.

Within a few breaths, the military camp was engulfed in flames, and screams and wails filled the air.

"Traitor, your opponent is me!"

A general finally donned his armor and rode in on horseback.

He had a small mustache, and his rank was unknown. Chen Futu could sense that his overall strength was not strong, probably around the fourth rank.

After all, he was just a garrison commander in each county. He was capable but not very capable, and frankly, he was just an unknown figure.

"kill!"

As Chen Futu swung his War Dragon Halberd, the man with the mustache's spear was almost knocked away, and bloodstains appeared on his hand from the impact.

"Prince Zhenbei's heir, you are a fifth-rank official!"

You'll know when you die.

Chen Futu smiled grimly and continued his fierce attack.

The Eight-Part Halberd Technique was enhanced by the system, forcing the opponent to defend. Finally, Chen Futu seized the opportunity and pierced through the opponent's armor with a single blow.

"The general is dead!"

"Run away!"

With the mustache killed, the morale of the troops in the camp collapsed.

Chen Futu's five guards charged deep into the camp, hacking and slashing as they went.

The White-Spear Soldiers were even more ruthless; they not only killed people but also smashed enemy tents, sending them flying everywhere.

From afar, several commanding officers fled in disarray.

Chen Futu was not skilled with bows and crossbows, so he immediately sent five personal guards to pursue him.

By this point in the battle, the camp was completely destroyed, and the food and supplies had been burned, which was a real pity.

"Your Highness, the generals have defeated the enemy, and the defeated troops are heading this way," a scout reported.

Chen Futu immediately reorganized the formation, "Gentlemen, follow me to cut off the enemy's retreat!"

A group of men rushed out of the inferno and headed straight for the vanguard of the defeated army.

Another volley of arrows rained down, and countless men fell to the ground, struck by arrows.

Now, the enemy's leader is only a commander-in-chief and two generals. Chen Futu ignores everyone else and only focuses on the commander-in-chief.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's this bastard who has repeatedly resorted to underhanded tactics.

"Quick! Stop him!"

When the commander saw Chen Futu leading his demonic, masked, white-spear soldiers to attack, he nearly lost his soul.

The two generals exchanged a glance and then simultaneously approached Chen Futu.

Both of them were of the fifth rank, and when the two of them attacked together, Chen Futu suddenly felt his body sink.

He is only a second-rank, and his overall combat strength is barely enough to hold off an early-stage fifth-rank opponent for a short while. So now he is not enough to fight against two fifth-rank opponents. Fortunately, his stamina is greatly enhanced by his title, so he can put up a fight.

"Wasn't this kid supposed to be a spoiled brat? How come he's so powerful!"

"You ask me? Who should I ask?! Just kill him! Once we cut off his head, both of us can rise to the top!"

Both of them had thought they had no chance in this battle, but now Chen Futu seemed to have delivered the credit to their doorstep, which made them extremely excited, and they attacked faster and faster.

Chen Futu gritted his teeth and fought fiercely with the two men, their weapons clashing and sparks flying.

Seeing that Chen Futu was being intercepted by the two generals, the commander seized the opportunity and fled on horseback.

Chen Futu was furious. "Du Hongxue, take men and seize him!"

"Here!"

Upon receiving the order, Du Hongxue personally led a dozen or so riders in pursuit.

The White-Clad Soldiers began to mop up the battlefield, while Qin Liangyu and Gao Shun also charged over from afar.

"Oh no, we have to get out of here!"

Seeing that they could not defeat Chen Futu in the short term, the two generals also began to consider retreating.

Suddenly an arrow flew through the air and pierced the head of a general, his body rolling off his horse.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Qin Liangyu who had shot an arrow from afar.

Chen Futu felt a pang of bitterness. This was the majesty of a famous general. Fighting for so long was not as effective as a casual arrow from that general.

However, this is also an opportunity. The remaining generals cannot escape. It's a good chance to test whether our current strength is enough to kill a fifth-rank general.

As Chen Futu was thinking, another arrow suddenly came from afar, but this time it was aimed at his brow!