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Immediately afterwards, the General of the Cavalry swiftly withdrew his spear, his body twisting nimbly in the air, and delivered a backhand "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies".

The gun barrel whistled through the air, like a giant, destructive iron whip, lashing out at its opponent with overwhelming force.

Upon seeing this, the Xuanyuan Kingdom's general instantly leaned back, almost pressed tightly against the horse's back. His precarious posture was as if he were walking on the edge of death, just a hair's breadth away from being struck by the spear.

His warhorse was also startled by the sudden and fierce attack, neighing and thrashing about in panic. But the Xuanyuan general did not panic in the slightest; a look of determination and resolve flashed in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment when the General of the Cavalry was exhausted from his old moves and had not yet generated new strength, he suddenly squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse seemed to receive the command to charge, rushing forward like a whirlwind.

At the same time, the commander raised his long sword high, gathering all his strength. The long sword gleamed with a chilling light under the sunlight, and then cleaved down like a world-splitting blade.

The blade whistled, seemingly about to cleave the General of the Cavalry and his horse in two. This strike contained his profound martial arts skills honed over many years on the battlefield, as well as his unwavering determination to fight to the death.

Seeing the situation was not good, the General of the Cavalry was not afraid at all. He pulled hard on the reins, and the warhorse neighed loudly, its front hooves leaving deep marks on the ground before it quickly turned around.

He gripped the spear tightly with both hands, firmly blocking the path of the longsword. With another muffled clang, the two weapons clashed, and for a moment the two were locked in a fierce struggle.

Both sides' warhorses were pacing restlessly in place, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust that enveloped them in a hazy, yellowish mist.

At this moment, their eyes met through the swirling dust, both filled with a burning desire for victory and a sincere respect for their opponent.

They all knew that this confrontation was not only about personal honor and disgrace, but also about the life and death of the two countries and the rise and fall of their morale. At this moment, they were the hope and symbol of the two countries, and no one could back down even a step.

On the other side of the battlefield, arrows flew back and forth like locusts. The archers of the Tianxuan Army, their bronze arms exposed under the scorching sun, had taut muscles and resolute eyes.

Wave after wave of arrows shot into the sky like dark clouds that blotted out the sun, and then fell rapidly like dense raindrops, as if a rain of death was falling from the sky.

Many enemy soldiers were unable to dodge in time and were hit by arrows. Some were pierced through vital organs by sharp arrows on the spot, fell straight down, and died instantly, like puppets whose supports had been removed;

Some were shot in the limbs or torso, groaning in pain as they struggled helplessly on the dusty, blood-soaked ground. Their cries sounded particularly pitiful amidst the chaos of war, like the mournful howls of wounded wild beasts in the wilderness.

Ignoring the threat of enemy arrows, the Tianxuan Army infantrymen continued their valiant advance, shielding their heads with shields as they pressed on.

They advanced step by step toward the Xuanyuan Kingdom's position, each step accompanied by roars and fierce fighting, their momentum like a raging torrent, unstoppable.

As time relentlessly passed, the corpses on the battlefield piled up layer upon layer, growing ever more numerous. Some soldiers clung tightly to each other, never letting go of their weapons until death, as if their lives and weapons had become one.

Some lay prostrate on the scorching earth, several arrows stuck in their backs, like trapped beasts pinned to the ground by the arrows of fate.

Blood flowed freely, staining large swathes of land a glaring red, mingling with the dry soil and emitting a pungent and nauseating stench.

What is truly moving is that neither side's soldiers showed the slightest sign of retreat. They held only one unwavering belief: for victory, and for their families behind them.

At the very front of the Tianxuan Kingdom's camp, Qin Qianluo stood gracefully. A gentle breeze blew, causing her hair to dance freely in the wind.

She paid no heed, her beautiful eyes fixed on every corner of the battlefield, not missing a single detail.

Above the battlefield, the once azure sky was now stained a hazy yellow by the smoke of gunpowder. The pungent and intense stench of blood, like a heavy haze, permeated every inch of the air, making one almost want to vomit.

The sunlight struggled to penetrate the layers of smoke, casting a few weak rays, but it did nothing to dispel the aura of death.

In the distance, the rolling mountains appeared eerie and solemn under the glow of the war, as if silently witnessing this brutal massacre.

The once lush grasslands beneath the city walls have been trampled beyond recognition by countless iron hooves, with mud rolled up, potholes everywhere, and severed limbs and discarded weapons scattered among them.

A gust of wind swept through, stirring up clouds of dust mixed with the stench of blood, creating a suffocating atmosphere. At the edge of the battlefield, a few withered trees stood forlornly.

The tree trunk was struck by stray arrows, leaving it scarred and charred, as if branded by the flames of war. Torn flags and fragments of soldiers' clothing hung from the branches, trembling in the wind and emitting mournful wails, as if lamenting for the departed souls.

The dried-up riverbed lay not far away, now stained red with blood. The clear river water that should have flowed was nowhere to be seen, replaced by pools of dark red bloodstains that shimmered eerily in the sunlight.

The stones on the riverbed were soaked in blood and became slippery. Occasionally, a soldier would slip and fall, only to be instantly engulfed by the surrounding chaos.

Looking at the core area of ​​the battle, dust billowed, obscuring the sky, and the sounds of shouts and clashing weapons mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves formed small sandstorms that raged through the crowd, making the soldiers' figures appear and disappear, adding to the chaos and cruelty of the battlefield.

Qin Qianluo's gaze was like that of a keen falcon, closely following the ever-changing battlefield situation. The current situation was undeniably one-sided, and the victory of the Tianxuan Army seemed as certain as taking candy from a baby.

At this moment, as long as the key figure, the Lord of Xuanyuan Kingdom, is defeated, Tianxuan will have an indisputable advantage in this crucial first battle.

She subconsciously clenched her fist slightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and she gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth until she left faint teeth marks.

He silently cheered for the General of the Cavalry in his heart. That belief seemed to transform into an invisible force, traversing the noise and bloodshed of the battlefield and reaching the General of the Cavalry's heart.

Strangely enough, the general seemed to have truly heard Qin Qianluo's inner cheers, and his aura suddenly changed.

The spear in his hand instantly danced wildly like a nimble dragon or snake, its tip flashing with a cold light like the brightest star in the night sky. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

His moves are even more fierce and powerful than before. Each attack seems to carry the force of a thunderbolt, with an imposing momentum, showing a determination to not give up until the enemy is defeated.

The Xuanyuan Kingdom's commander also noticed the change in the General of the Cavalry, and his heart trembled as an unprecedented sense of oppression surged towards him like a tide.

But he was a seasoned veteran, experienced in countless battles, and would not easily admit defeat. He immediately focused his mind, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He wielded his longsword with impenetrable speed, the blade flashing like a silver curtain, attempting to withstand the relentless onslaught that surged like a tidal wave.

However, the General of the Flying Cavalry had already pushed his strength and speed to the limit. Each thrust of his spear was accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, like a sudden clap of thunder, making people's eardrums ache.

The two fought fiercely for dozens of rounds, exchanging blows without yielding an inch. The General of the Cavalry had sharp eyes, keeping a close watch on the Xuanyuan Kingdom's commander's every move, not missing a single possible opening.

Finally, in a fierce exchange, he spotted a fleeting opening, and the moment that opening appeared, time seemed to freeze.

The General of the Cavalry roared, his voice like a resounding bell, echoing across the land and piercing the heavens. His spear, like an arrow released from a bow, thrust with immense force straight for the throat of the Xuanyuan Kingdom's commander.

This shot was as fast as lightning and as swift as a shooting star. The general of Xuanyuan Kingdom only felt a blur before his eyes and had no way to avoid it. He could only watch helplessly as the spear tip approached like the scythe of death.

In that critical moment, relying on his instincts honed over years of tackling life and death, he suddenly turned his head. The spear grazed his cheek, leaving a deep bloodstain, and blood gushed out instantly, staining half of his face red.

The General of the Cavalry swept his spear horizontally, the shaft whistling through the air, like a heavy iron rod, striking the waist of the Xuanyuan Kingdom's commander.

The Xuanyuan Kingdom's general felt an overwhelming force strike him, and he was instantly sent flying like a kite with a broken string. After arcing through the air, he crashed heavily to the ground.

Upon landing, he kicked up a cloud of dust, rolled several times on the ground, and then lay still. It turned out that the heavy blow had shattered his internal organs, and the Xuanyuan Kingdom's ruler died on the spot.

When the Tianxuan soldiers saw that General Piaoji had won, cheers erupted everywhere, the sound like surging waves, one after another, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

The soldiers' morale soared, and they were like tigers with wings. Their eyes gleamed with fervent light as they charged towards the remaining soldiers of the Xuanyuan Kingdom.

They brandished their weapons with even greater ferocity and fearlessness, as if imbued with boundless power. The battle cries were gradually replaced by cheers of victory.

Sunlight streamed onto this land strewn with blood and corpses, painting a scene both tragic and glorious. Standing atop the city wall, Qin Qianluo gazed at the triumphant General of the Cavalry, her heart filled with admiration and excitement.

Her bright eyes glistened with tears, whether from the shock of the battlefield's bloodshed and heroism, or from being moved by the General of the Cavalry's bravery and fearlessness, it was hard to tell. She knew that Tianxuan had won the first battle beautifully!

After defeating the Xuanyuan Kingdom's commander, General Piaoji was not blinded by victory. Instead, he quickly reorganized his army and directed his soldiers to rescue the wounded and clean up the battlefield.

His figure moved swiftly across the battlefield, his black iron armor stained with blood and dust, yet it only accentuated his majesty and fortitude.

At this moment, a strong wind began to rise, howling and raging across the battlefield, causing the military flags to flutter wildly, as if mourning the end of this fierce battle.

In the sky, dark clouds began to slowly gather, gradually obscuring the dazzling sunlight, as if they could not bear to look directly at this ravaged land.

In the distance, the continuous mountain ranges appeared even more hazy under the shroud of gloom, like silent giants mourning the lives lost.

He first summoned the commanders of each battalion and gave a brief but effective deployment of tasks. A detachment of soldiers was sent to guard the surrounding area to prevent a sneak attack by remnants of the enemy or a surprise attack by reinforcements in the chaos.

They spread out, took up advantageous positions, their eyes warily scanning the horizon, their weapons gripped tightly, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

The whistling wind occasionally entered their ears, but it could not disturb their highly focused attention.