Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Having broken through to the Spirit Fusion Realm, Zheng Qian felt as if he were a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, breaking free from a long period of darkness to greet the first rays of dawn. This transformation, from the inside out, infused him with vibrant life. He no longer felt a simple increase in power, but rather a wondrous experience of resonating with the heavens and earth.

The spiritual energy flowed through his meridians, surging like a mighty river, bringing an unprecedented sense of comfort. His five senses were amplified infinitely; his hearing could detect the slightest sound of the wind, his sense of smell could distinguish the various scents of spiritual energy in the air, and his vision could see fluctuations of spiritual energy that were normally imperceptible.

He felt as if he had merged with the entire world, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth with every breath. He could clearly sense the flow of spiritual energy around him, and even guide it to change according to his will.

Zheng Qian looked at Zhao Long and the other four, and his opinion of them had undergone a complete transformation. Previously, he thought Zhao Long was the bravest, Li Ying the best archer, Zhang Yi the wisest, Ma Teng the most cunning, and Wang Yue the most reliable. Now, after breaking through to the Spirit Fusion Realm, he realized his previous views were entirely wrong.

Wang Yue is the strongest, most mature, and most strategic person among the five. His vigor and composure far surpass the other four, which explains why Feng Ziguo chose Wang Yue.

Once the matter of Wuyan Kingdom is settled, Zheng Qian will hand over the Xuanhu Army to Wang Yue without hesitation, because he is the most outstanding general and a general who can survive in the court.

Looking towards the distant Fengzi Kingdom, the energy fluctuations emanating from him were even purer. The five deputy commanders possessed abundant but scattered blood energy, while the Fengzi Kingdom's energy was pure and in harmony with the energy of heaven and earth.

This is the difference between internal energy, blood energy, and spiritual energy.

Zheng Qian closed his eyes and looked at the light screen in his mind, which had also changed. Just as he was about to study it, Hua Zhongcheng's voice rang out.

"Zheng Qian, today I have 150,000 troops here. How can you possibly resist? Today, I will take your head to uphold the morale of my army!" Hua Zhongcheng rode a tall horse, clad in armor, holding a silver spear, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.

He wouldn't say he wanted revenge, or that he killed Zheng Qian because he was an enemy; that was all.

However, Zheng Qian remained unmoved. He stood in the center of the battlefield, his robes fluttering, as if he were one with the heavens and earth. He glanced indifferently at Hua Zhongcheng and the Red Turban Army soldiers around him, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"Hua Zhongcheng, you boast of your strong and well-equipped army, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a rabble." Zheng Qian's voice was calm and firm, as if an invisible force permeated the surroundings.

"Haha, arrogant!" Hua Zhongcheng laughed wildly, his eyes flashing with a crazed light, as if he could already foresee Zheng Qian collapsing to the ground under his silver spear. He suddenly pointed the silver spear at Zheng Qian, like a silver dragon dancing on the battlefield, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"All Red Turban Army soldiers, heed my command!" Hua Zhongcheng's voice echoed across the battlefield, as powerful as thunder. "The first to tenth battalions, immediately form an encirclement and attack Zheng Qian with all your might. Whoever kills Zheng Qian will be rewarded with three thousand taels of gold; whoever captures Zheng Qian alive will be rewarded with five thousand taels of gold. The rest of the units, maintain your defensive formations, advance steadily, and annihilate the Xuanhu Army in one fell swoop!"

dong dong dong...

The war drums roared like thunder, echoing across the Gale Plains, as if the gods were summoning the brave warriors.

"kill."

At Hua Zhongcheng's command, 105,000 Red Turban Army soldiers charged like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. Despite their hunger and exhaustion, lured by the huge sum of gold and spurred on by the war drums, they still displayed astonishing fighting spirit and courage.

The Xuanhu Army stood in neat formation. When the five deputy commanders saw that the Red Turban Army had launched the first charge, they turned their attention to Zheng Qian in the center of the battlefield.

Commander, issue the attack order!

What was supposed to be a surprise attack has turned into a direct confrontation. What are you still standing there for? Issue the attack order! We can't act on our own if you don't give the order.

They dared not act rashly without a commander's order, because the army needs unified command; this is military strategy and tactics.

Zheng Qian understood this principle well. He turned to look at the Xuanhu Army, which was fully prepared for battle, and decisively gave the order.

"Xuanhu Army, listen to my command, retreat one mile to prevent the Red Turban Army from escaping."

Zhao Long was excited. "The commander has given the order. We are to fight the Xuanhu Army..." He shouted for a moment, then realized what he was doing and asked the people behind him uncertainly.

"First Battalion Commander, did I hear that right? The commander ordered us to retreat one mile to prevent the Red Turban Army from escaping?"

The battalion commander was equally puzzled, but still honestly replied, "That's what I heard too."

The other four deputy commanders also thought they had misheard. When their subordinates replied that they had heard the same thing, Wang Yue was the first to react, and the army retreated.

Then Zhang Yi, Li Ying, and Ma Teng retreated. Zhao Long was full of complaints. He didn't understand Zheng Qian's meaning, but military orders were absolute, so he had no choice but to retreat as well.

Hua Zhongcheng was originally the first to charge, but when he saw the Xuanhu Army retreating, he was stunned for a moment and was overtaken by the soldiers behind him, leaving him in the Red Turban Army ranks.

Many generals were demoted after being stunned for a moment; they were thoughtful people and did not understand Zheng Qian's intentions.

This idiot is probably just being reckless, trying to take on 105,000 Red Turban Army soldiers all by himself, right?

They were absolutely right; Zheng Qian did indeed intend to fight the Red Turban Army alone.

The two armies fought and suffered countless casualties, all of whom were children from ordinary families. Zheng Qian couldn't bear to see too many Red Turban Army soldiers die, so he adopted a protracted war tactic.

Sigh, I'm still too soft-hearted.

The Red Turban Army's morale was high when they charged forward, but when the Black Tiger Army retreated, it was like punching cotton. Their morale was like the exhaustion after excitement, and the fatigue from a day's journey, hunger and exhaustion would show.

The Red Turban Army, primarily composed of infantry, was already at a disadvantage fighting the heavy cavalry of the Xuanhu Army on flat ground. Their charges relied entirely on their fearless courage. Once the Xuanhu Army retreated and broke their courage, their morale would inevitably drop. At that point, the Xuanhu Army, fueled by their pent-up anger, would be able to charge with twice the result, easily breaking through their defenses and scattering them.

With Hua Zhongcheng killed, the defeated Red Turban Army is no longer a threat.

This was Zheng Qian's tactic, and only he dared to use it.

Because he wasn't afraid of being ganged up on. As long as he killed quickly enough, he would still be full of energy and wouldn't show any signs of fatigue after killing 150,000 Red Turban Army soldiers.

With a clang, Zheng Qianjing drew his heavy sword from the ground and guarded his heart as the Red Turban Army charged forward.

Hua Zhongcheng realized that Zheng Qian really wanted to take on their 150,000 Red Turban Army soldiers single-handedly. A cruel sneer appeared on his lips as he issued a new order.

"The first to tenth battalions will encircle and suppress Zheng Qian. All units will defend the perimeter to prevent the Xuanhu Army from launching a sneak attack. Kill them."

Zheng Qian's blood and spiritual energy surged. Looking at the Red Turban Army rushing towards him, he was filled with killing intent and charged into the ranks of the Red Turban Army with a whoosh.

"kill."

The battle has begun.