In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

Inside the Bicheng government office,

Ying Ziqing casually sat in the main seat.

The Mirror Heart Demon, standing to the side, bowed and reported:

"General, in this battle our army killed more than 47,000 enemy soldiers and captured more than 13,000. Our army suffered 20,000 deaths and 3,000 serious injuries that prevented them from participating in the battle, but the vast majority of them were Wei soldiers."

In addition, a total of 100,000 taels of gold and silver jewelry were confiscated from the residences of various officials in Bicheng.

Ying Ziqing nodded slightly and said calmly:

"Issue my order that the army should not disrupt the lives of the people in the city. Also, allocate 10,000 gold to appease and provide relief to the people, 40,000 gold to reward the army, and secretly transport the remaining 50,000 gold to the various branches of Wei."

"Yes, Commander! I will do it right away."

After the Mirror Heart Demon left, Ying Ziqing glanced at the sundial in the courtyard and muttered to herself:

"By now, the 50,000 cavalry should be about to encounter the 100,000 troops of Ye City..."

Daliang Palace

In the imperial court,

Wei Jia angrily threw the bamboo slips in front of him into the hall, and the ministers below fell silent, none of them daring to speak.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! In just a few days, the Han army has captured more than ten cities, and now they're almost at my doorstep! What face does my Great Wei have left?!"

Just as Wei Jia was venting his anger on the incompetent officials below, a scout rushed into the hall with urgent intelligence.

"Your Majesty! Intelligence from Bicheng... Bicheng has fallen!"

"what!"

These words caused a huge uproar, instantly throwing the entire court into an uproar.

While it was still somewhat acceptable that more than ten cities had been captured previously, the fact that Bicheng, a key military town serving as the first line of defense for the Great Liang Dynasty, had also fallen was truly appalling!

Wei Jia and his ministers were in a panic. If the Han army were to capture Heyang and Weixian, then Daliang City would be exposed to the ferocious enemy like a woman stripped naked.

"Now that the enemy is about to reach the city of Daliang, do you have any countermeasures?" Wei Jia asked weakly, slumped on his throne.

At this moment, an elderly minister of Wei, with white hair, cupped his hands and said:

"Your Majesty, Heyang and Weixian each have 50,000 troops, while our Daliang city has 100,000 garrison troops. I believe we should abandon Heyang and Weixian, join forces with Daliang, and recruit another 100,000 able-bodied men in Daliang city. With 300,000 troops guarding Daliang, we will surely be able to hold it thanks to Daliang's high walls and deep fortifications. With the reinforcements from all directions, the enemy will surely return empty-handed."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jia's heart stirred. What he said made sense, but if he were to sit in Daliang City and face the enemy directly, and failed to hold the city, then the Wei Kingdom would be finished.

But this was the best strategy proposed, and other court officials echoed it.

In the end, Wei Jia sighed and agreed.

With 300,000 troops in Daliang, a mere 200,000 enemy soldiers would certainly not be able to breach the capital. Moreover, with 100,000 defenders of Yecheng also advancing towards Daliang, a total of 400,000 troops might be able to keep this Han army here...

——Dividing——Line——

Amidst the crisscrossing valleys, 100,000 armored soldiers galloped along the road. A scout, on horseback, approached the commander-in-chief, Ximen Jing, and bowed, saying:

"General, the Guiling area is just ahead. Once we pass this point, we will be close to Bicheng."

Ximen Jing's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. After a moment of contemplation, he gave the order:

"Take a few scouts and go ahead to Bicheng to inform the local commander that I will lead 100,000 troops from Yecheng to defend Bicheng with him."

"As ordered!"

At this moment, Ximen Jing was unaware that Bicheng had already fallen.

As a descendant of Ximen Bao, he commanded 100,000 troops in Yecheng, stationed in a remote area. Now that he has the opportunity to come to the aid of the emperor, he might stay in Daliang and, with his 100,000 troops, rise to the rank of general and prime minister, and restore his ancestor's glory.

Just as Ximen Jing was lost in thought, the army had already entered Guiling.

At this moment, the deputy general spoke up:

"General, Guiling is a dangerous place. Why don't we slow down our march for now?"

"It's alright. The military situation is critical. Besides, this Guiling is not the same Guiling of yesteryear. How can it be considered dangerous?"

Upon hearing this, the deputy general had no choice but to give up.

Just as the army emerged from Guiling, the earth suddenly seemed to tremble.

"A rolling dragon?" the lieutenant said with surprise and doubt.

"No, it's the sound of horses' hooves," Ximen Jing said with a grim expression.

The lieutenant's expression immediately changed.

As they looked into the distance, sand and dust filled the air, and the roar of iron hooves grew ever closer.

It was too late to retreat at this point. As a descendant of Ximen Bao, Ximen Jing knew that his only chance of survival was to fight desperately for a chance to live.

"Pass down the order! Deploy defensive formation and prepare to face the cavalry charge!!"

In charge mode, the 30,000 Dragon Cavalry were like a series of rampaging war chariots, crushing any enemy in sight with unstoppable momentum.

Twenty thousand slightly lighter Tiger and Leopard Cavalry followed closely behind, drawing their bows and firing arrows, disrupting the enemy's formation. Ten thousand arrows rained down on the Ye City army.

In an instant, a gap appeared in the defensive formation of the Yecheng army.

Before the reinforcements could arrive, 30,000 Dragon Cavalry had already charged into the formation.

When heavily armored cavalrymen, wielding swords, charged into the crowd like cannonballs, blood splattered everywhere and limbs flew off in an instant.

The Yecheng army, which was originally considered a superior force in the Wei army, was now no different from lambs.

Ximen Jing watched the scene of carnage unfold, his longsword falling to the ground, and muttered:

"It's over, the Wei Kingdom is finished..."

With a soft thud, Meng Tian, ​​clad in golden armor, pierced Ximen Jing's chest with his spear, lifting him high into the air as he roared angrily at those around him:

"The commander is dead, leave no one alive!!"

kill!!"

………………

The mountains are like a sea, the setting sun like blood.

The earth seemed to be stained with blood, with broken swords and corpses scattered everywhere.

The original 100,000-strong army of Ye City has been left on this land forever.

Bicheng,

Ying Ziqing stood with his hands behind his back under the ancient tree in the courtyard, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, an ice-blue figure flashed into his side; it was Ji Ruxue, carrying the Suxin Sword.

"The 100,000 troops in Ye City have been dealt with, and 50,000 cavalry will arrive in Bi City in three hours."

"Yes, issue an order to all units to march on Daliang in three hours."

Ji Ruxue nodded, then her figure flashed and disappeared...