His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

His heart was like a turbulent sea, unable to find peace for a long time. It wasn't until night fell again that, after weighing the pros and cons, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed to let Youming lead the troops into battle.

However, filled with doubt and unease, he did not give Youming the complete Tiger Tally, but only half of it.

Emperor Xuanyuan frowned and sighed helplessly. He knew that this was a desperate expedient, but how could he just stand by and watch the Tianxuan army attack like a surging tide?

In that magnificent yet chillingly majestic palace, he sat on the dragon throne, his eyes revealing a burning desire and deep lust for power.

His desire for control was like an invisible net, constantly shrouding the court. Every move and word of every minister was scrutinized by him with his suspicious eyes, for fear that someone might secretly covet his power.

He knew all too well that all this wanton suspicion and supreme authority was based on the premise that the powerful foundation of the Xuanyuan Kingdom still existed.

Once Tianxuan's iron cavalry breaches the country's borders, and the flames of war tear this beautiful land to shreds, everything he cherishes will vanish like a dream, and the power he holds in his hands will become nothingness.

On the battlefield, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense and oppressive after several days of taunts. On the Xuanyuan Kingdom's side, the soldiers on the city walls looked at the vast and well-organized Tianxuan army outside the city and felt a chill run down their spines.

The vast disparity in troop strength was like an insurmountable chasm, making them hesitant to engage in battle. They could only cower behind the towering city gates, which seemed capable of blotting out the sky, and shout in a show of bravado.

The General of the Flying Cavalry was an impatient man. He paced back and forth in his tent, muttering impatiently, "I've never seen such a cowardly fighting style. They've been taunting us for so long, but the other side still doesn't have the courage to come out and fight. This dragging on is really infuriating!"

General An Yuan, on the other hand, stood quietly to one side of the tent, his face calm and his eyes revealing composure and confidence.

This time, the supplies were more plentiful than ever before, like a solid backing that gave him endless confidence, so he was not flustered.

The Emperor initially dispatched the two of them to the expedition precisely because he valued their combination of strength and gentleness, urgency and stability, especially with the composed and steady General An Yuan by his side.

This would allow the general to effectively restrain his impetuous and rash temper, preventing the army from acting rashly due to impulsiveness, thus ensuring the stability and controllability of the entire battle situation.

The generals of Xuanyuan Kingdom gathered in their tents, their brows furrowed, their faces filled with worry. They knew in their hearts that this battle would be extremely difficult.

The disparity in troop strength between the two sides is too great, practically worlds apart. Given the current situation, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

However, if we do not respond to the challenge and simply allow the enemy to challenge us at will outside the city, the morale of the army will inevitably decline like the receding tide, and the army's morale will become as unstable as a building that has lost its foundation.

In this predicament, a general silently walked to the sand table, his eyes focused, as he repeatedly deduced various military strategies, his hands constantly moving the chess pieces representing soldiers.

They meticulously arranged various formations, chanting incantations, desperately searching for a good strategy to defeat their enemies in this desperate situation.

He knew that when the enemy challenged him again, he must not retreat and refuse to fight, otherwise his troops would be thrown into chaos and victory would be virtually impossible.

The next day, the General of the Flying Cavalry, clad in incredibly thick black iron armor that seemed capable of withstanding a thousand armies, rode majestically atop his tall and strong warhorse.

Gripping tightly the long, sharp spear that gleamed with a cold light, he once again charged forward like a whirlwind to challenge them.

At this moment, a fierce wind howled, whipping up a sky full of yellow sand that blotted out the sun, adding a touch of grimness to the already tense battlefield.

The general of Xuanyuan Kingdom looked at the menacing cavalry general outside the city, weighed his options carefully, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to fight.

He mounted his horse, which reared up and neighed loudly, as if sensing the tense atmosphere of the impending battle. The general spurred the horse's flanks, and it galloped off like an arrow, standing facing the General of the Flying Cavalry.

In an instant, shouts and provocations mingled together, deafeningly loud, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder; a major battle was about to erupt.

The soldiers on both sides stood solemnly on the battlefield like statues, their hands gripping their weapons tightly.

Their knuckles, white from exertion, revealed their inner tension and excitement; their eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit, as if they wanted to devour the enemy before them.

The General of the Flying Cavalry roared fiercely, his voice like thunder, and charged forward on his horse. His spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, carried immense power as it thrust straight at the enemy commander.

The enemy commander was not to be outdone. He took a deep breath, channeled all his strength into his arms, and wielded his weapon to fight back.

With a loud clang, like the tolling of a great bell, the two weapons collided violently, scattering a dazzling shower of sparks that, under the sunlight, resembled a brilliant star blooming on the battlefield in an instant.

In an instant, the blazing sunlight poured down on the battlefield from the cloudless sky, as if it too wanted to witness this life-or-death struggle.

In the distance, the rolling mountains appeared a dark blue-green under the sunlight, and the river at their foot meandered like a silver ribbon.

But at this moment, the gurgling sound of the flowing water had been drowned out by the deafening shouts of battle. These shouts of battle were like a surging tsunami suddenly erupting, or like the thunder god angrily beating drums in the clouds, determined to turn this bright world upside down.

The infantry of the Tianxuan Army swept towards the Xuanyuan Kingdom's positions like a surging tide, unstoppable. Their ranks were impeccable, and their steps were perfectly synchronized.

Solid shields stood firmly in front, like an impregnable fortress, while spears behind them gleamed like a forest of sharp spikes, making the whole structure resemble a series of terrifying mobile fortresses.

A gentle breeze swept by, but it failed to dispel the heavy atmosphere of battle. It only made the military flags flutter loudly, and the totems on the flags seemed to be eager to try in the wind, as if cheering on the soldiers' charge.

The soldiers of the Tianxuan Army were as fierce as tigers descending the mountain, brave and fearless. One of the vanguard soldiers was tall and strong, his muscles bulging like cast iron, his face full of determination and resolve.

He gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, raising it high above his head. Under the blazing sun, the sword gleamed so brightly it seemed to blind anyone.

With a deafening roar, he charged into the enemy ranks like an arrow released from a bow. Blood splattered wherever his long sword was wielded, and the soldiers of the Xuanyuan Kingdom fell one after another as if they were made of paper before him.

Like wheat stalks cut down by a sickle, they offered no resistance. Behind him, countless Tianxuan Army infantry surged forward like a raging tide, each step seemingly treading on the enemy's heart, causing the earth to groan in pain.

Another warrior from the Tianxuan Army, as agile as a cheetah, charged left and right through the enemy ranks. He skillfully evaded enemy attacks, his short sword flashing like a serpent's tongue.

Each thrust was incredibly precise, aimed straight for the enemy's vitals. Surrounded by soldiers of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, he showed no fear, turning and his short sword flashing through the air.

In an instant, he severed several spears aimed at him, and then with a backhand thrust, another enemy fell to the ground clutching his throat, like a bird shot down by a hunter.

At this moment, another Tianxuan soldier seized the opportunity and slammed his shield into the enemy. With a dull thud, several Xuanyuan soldiers were knocked to the ground.

He quickly followed, thrusting his spear repeatedly, reaping the lives of his enemies. The spear was like the scythe of death, mercilessly harvesting the ears of life.

On the other side of the battlefield, the clash between cavalrymen resembled a breathtaking apocalyptic judgment, as awe-inspiring as a collision of planets.

The General of the Flying Cavalry and the commander of the Xuanyuan Kingdom were like two blazing flames, locked in fierce combat on this bloody battlefield.

The General of the Flying Cavalry, clad in black iron armor, gleamed with a dazzling metallic luster under the relentless heat of the sun, as if endowed with a sacred radiance by the god of war, making him appear even more majestic and extraordinary.

He sat upright on that tall, strong black warhorse, like a majestic, indestructible mountain.

The long spear in his hand, under his control, danced into an impenetrable curtain of light and shadow, one shot after another, as fast as a shooting star.

Each thrust carried immense force, as if it intended to pierce through all obstacles in the world. The spear tip whistled as it sliced ​​through the scorching, heavy air.

The sound pierced the heavens, as if it could tear space apart, just like Thor angrily wielding his mighty halberd.

Wherever it went, it stirred up clouds of dust and blood mist filled with the aura of death, just like a dragon stirring up raging waves in a turbulent sea.

The Xuanyuan Kingdom's commander was equally fearless. His gaze was like the brightest cold star in the night sky, deep and sharp, as if he could see through the general's every intention.

His movements were lithe and agile, like a nimble cheetah moving freely through the jungle, skillfully dodging left and right in this deadly storm of gunfire and arrows.

His warhorse seemed to understand human nature, cooperating perfectly with its master. Its hooves leaped and moved swiftly, each step just right, searching for the fleeting opening between the spear tips.

Seizing that one-thousandth of a second of opportunity, the commander flicked his wrist, and his long sword flashed out like a silver lightning bolt, delivering several exquisite counterattacks.

The longsword drew graceful yet deadly arcs in the air, like a silver serpent dancing wildly in the dark night, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound that could tear eardrums.

Even the General of the Cavalry dared not be the slightest bit negligent or careless; fine beads of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead, glistening in the sunlight.

Seeing that he could not break through after a long siege, the General of the Flying Cavalry was suddenly filled with a surge of heroic spirit and fighting will. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, which was as loud as a bell and resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the rider clamped its legs tightly around the horse's belly like iron clamps. Sensing its master's determination, the warhorse let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves high, and then leaped up like an arrow released from a bow.

Taking advantage of the powerful momentum of his horse, the General of the Cavalry unleashed a move called "Mount Tai Pressing Down" from above, and the spear in his hand instantly transformed into a dazzling light.

Like a bolt of lightning descending from the sky, it struck the Xuanyuan Kingdom's general with overwhelming force. The Xuanyuan Kingdom's general's face was calm as still water, but his eyes revealed a resolute determination.

He calmly and gently pulled on the reins, and the warhorse turned to one side in perfect unison. At the same time, the commander drew his long sword and rang out with a loud "clang".

Like the resounding toll of a great bell, the impact made the surrounding soldiers' ears ring and their heads spin. The violent impact sent up a burst of sparks as dazzling as fireworks.

The powerful impact seemed to shake the entire battlefield violently, and the surrounding soldiers were thrown about by the force, some even being knocked to the ground.