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

As a squad leader in the Black Armor Army, Wang Wu was utterly terrified.

Seeing the corpses being knocked away or stabbed through in front of him, the veteran instinctively retreated quietly into the chaotic crowd.

At the same time, he deeply regretted that he had listened to the general's words, been greedy for those two taels of silver, and followed the army here.

If I had known this would happen, I should have taken all my savings and run away while I was still in the military camp.

That way, we wouldn't have to face these terrifying cavalrymen who appeared out of nowhere.

"What a joke! He's a damn fool, how can he even play ball like this..."

Wang Wu cursed and swore at this moment.

As the commander, Zhang Ping looked at the Black Armor Army, which was being routed by the Iron Pagoda, and his face was extremely grim.

Isn't victory simply a matter of overwhelming the enemy with superior numbers? How come my 20,000-strong army was being routed by 3,000 cavalrymen?

As he retreated, he said angrily:

"Damn it, where did these cavalrymen come from? They're terrifying!"

However, Zhang Ping still had some experienced generals under his command.

They quickly directed the black-armored soldiers to regroup, one row thrusting their spears upwards while another row slashed down at the horses' legs with their swords.

This tactic is good, but the Ironclad Cavalry on the other side is no ordinary cavalry.

The three thousand Ironclad Cavalry here all came from the Northern Liang Manchu Armored Camp in the novel *Snow Sword*.

Every Ironclad Knight is a martial artist trained in physical combat, and their warhorses are specially bred mutants. They have also undergone systematic enhancement.

The heavy armor covered almost every part of the knight and his horse, even the horse's belly was covered in armor.

Therefore, the Black Armor Army's tactics were completely ineffective, and the Ironclad Cavalry continued to charge back and forth in neat formations.

The general was dumbfounded. How could they possibly fight like this?

No matter how well he arranges his strategy, he can't stop the opponent's trump card!

The general, his eyes bloodshot, rushed up to Zhang Ping and said:

"General, we can't stop them, we simply can't stop them. Right now, our only chance of survival is to retreat to Xianyang and rely on the high city walls!"

Looking at the general holding the Qin sword, his veins bulging, and his eyes bloodshot, Zhang Ping subconsciously swallowed, feeling as if the general would tear him apart if he didn't give the order soon.

"Withdraw, the entire army withdraws to Xianyang."

The general immediately pulled over the messenger beside him and roared:

"Quickly, order all soldiers to retreat to Xianyang City!"

After leaving behind the corpses of nearly ten thousand black-armored soldiers,

Zhang Ping's remaining troops finally arrived at the gates of Xianyang.

Squad leader Wang Wu, mingling among the crowd, looked at the Qin-character battle flag hanging on the city wall of Xianyang, and a look of joy and excitement appeared on his face.

"The bastard finally made it to the gates of Xianyang alive."

But the smile on his face quickly froze.

On the city wall, three thousand battle-hardened armored soldiers set up their Qin crossbows and aimed at the black-armored troops below.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ping's expression changed. Ignoring his parched throat, he shouted:

"Soldiers on the city wall, we are reinforcements sent by the Lantian camp. The enemy is the cavalry behind us! Quickly, let us into the city!"

On the city wall, Mirror Heart Demon looked at Zhang Ping, who was shouting hoarsely, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He lowered his raised hand.

All the battle-hardened soldiers, their arrows already drawn, pulled the triggers.

*Pfft pfft pfft pfft*

Three thousand sharp arrows pierced straight down, instantly penetrating the bodies of more and more black-armored soldiers.

Zhang Ping, the general at the forefront, was not spared either, and was riddled with dozens of arrows, turning him into a hedgehog.

Arrows rained down from above, and many soldiers picked up corpses and held them above their heads to block the arrows from penetrating. At that moment, the rain of arrows stopped.

The tall iron gates of Xianyang City slowly opened. Upon seeing the gates open, the black-armored soldiers disregarded any potential dangers and charged towards the gates, carrying the corpses.

Wang Wu, who was among the survivors, was on the verge of a mental breakdown after experiencing numerous setbacks. Upon seeing the city gate open, he disregarded everything else, abandoned his corpse riddled with arrows, and rushed towards the gate as if using all his speed.

The city gates opened, revealing rows of heavy ballistae and battle-hardened armored soldiers wielding long spears and shields.

With the city gates fully opened,

In Wang Wu's astonished gaze,

A thick, massive arrow pierced his flesh and blood in an instant, and the immense momentum propelled his corpse toward the crowd, piercing through several soldiers before finally coming to a stop.

Ten giant arrows instantly claimed the lives of hundreds of people, and then the Hundred Battles Armored Army, armed with spears and shields, and a thousand elite members of the Bad People filed out of the city gate.

They charged towards the black-armored soldiers.

In front stood the battle-hardened armored army, and behind them, the Iron Pagoda cavalry formed a pincer movement.

The fate of the remaining 10,000 black-armored soldiers was predictable.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Ben removed his mask and glanced at the battlefield where blood flowed like a river.

At this moment, a handsome man dressed in a white robe, with blood still dripping from his rapier, slowly walked over.

He smiled and said, "General Wang Ben, I have long admired your name. I am Li Cunli, commander of the Iron Pagoda and a member of the Bad People."

Wang Ben cupped his hands in greeting, "Thanks to General Li's Iron Pagoda, we were able to win this war so easily."

He looked at the Ironclad Cavalrymen standing there indifferently, his eyes filled with undisguised envy.

If he were to command such an army, he would even dare to make a bold statement:

"Among the seven kingdoms, which one is truly inaccessible to the general?"

Li Cunli interrupted Wang Ben's daydreaming, saying calmly:

"General Wang, I'll leave this place to you. I'll go to the palace to see the commander-in-chief first."

"Ah, okay, leave it to me."

——Dividing——Line——

From Zhangtai Palace, looking down upon Xianyang City, which was completely controlled by the Imperial Guards and the Hundred-Battle Armored Army,

For the first time, a sense of despair rose in Lü Buwei's heart, but he still pinned his hopes on the Black Armor Army he had arranged from the Lantian camp.

As long as his 20,000 troops control the walls of Xianyang, he will still have the right to negotiate with Ying Zheng.

At this moment, a figure in white arrived at the high platform of Zhangtai Palace.

It was Li Cunli who had come to report the situation.

He glanced at Lü Buwei, who was being held captive by Ying Ziqing, then went to Ying Ziqing and placed Zhang Ping's head on the ground.

He bowed and said, "General, I have successfully completed my mission. All the rebels outside the city have been killed, and all the Luo Wang strongholds in various parts of Qin have been wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Lü Buwei, who was not far away, froze. Looking at the familiar head on the ground, he was utterly devastated.

Ying Ziqing looked at Lü Buwei and said indifferently:

"Prime Minister, what other tricks do you have? If we don't use them now, we'll miss our chance..."