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Zhao Lingfeng narrowed his eyes, twisted his horse, and nimbly dodged the spear. Then, he swung his sword backhand and slashed straight at the enemy general's left shoulder.

The sound of blades piercing flesh was clearly audible. The enemy general cried out and fell heavily off his horse, his blood staining the yellow sand.

Seeing their commanders being killed one after another, the enemy's morale plummeted, and they retreated in panic.

Zhao Lingfeng smiled coldly, knowing that this was the best time to completely disintegrate the enemy army.

Despite his exhaustion, he raised his hand and swung his sword again, cleaving the enemy soldier who tried to block his way in two.

The glint of the blade reflected in the firelight, flashing like a ghost in the night. With each swing of the blade, a life was taken.

His personal guards had already charged into the enemy ranks like tigers, and together with Zhao Lingfeng's surprise attack, they tore the enemy army to pieces.

Zhao Lingfeng galloped on his horse, constantly searching for key figures within the enemy's core.

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, quickly locked onto another enemy general, a man clad in black armor, looking panicked and about to flee on horseback.

Zhao Lingfeng snorted coldly, suddenly swung his sword, leaped high into the air, and slashed down with his long sword as swift as the wind.

This strike was powerful and heavy, almost like the force of thunder, as the blade sliced ​​across the back of the black-armored general.

The armor was cleaved in two, and the black-armored general collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound, his horse galloping away in all directions.

The enemy's formation completely collapsed, and their original attack formation was no longer present.

Zhao Lingfeng stared at the fleeing enemy soldiers with a cold expression, his long sword hanging at his side, the tip dripping with the blood of the enemy.

He did not pursue them further, because he knew that the battle was already won.

With their general killed, the enemy's morale collapsed, and the remaining enemy soldiers had no choice but to flee in panic, running away in all directions.

Zhao Lingfeng showed no joy; he simply watched coldly as the enemy army completely collapsed.

After the surrounding area quieted down, he slowly sheathed his sword and turned to his personal guard, ordering, "Take stock of the spoils and gather the prisoners of war."

On the battlefield, the yellow sand gradually subsided, and the setting sun, like blood, reflected on Zhao Lingfeng's silent and cold face.

After the battle, Zhao Lingfeng returned to his tent, covered in dust, but his expression remained as calm as ever.

He did not become complacent because of the victory; on the contrary, he became even more vigilant. Although the enemy had been repelled, the situation was still uncertain, and any negligence could have fatal consequences.

Life at the camp continued as usual.

The soldiers orderly cleaned up the battlefield and tallied the casualties. Instead of cheering for the victory, the soldiers remained silent and calm.

Hersha City, an important town on the border, is situated amidst the vast sea of ​​sand.

This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, but to the south lies the only main road leading to the Central Plains.

Due to its unique geographical location, Hersha City has always been coveted by various forces.

Recently, the allied forces of the northern desert tribes—the "Black Rock Alliance"—have launched a brazen invasion, determined to capture Hesha City and use it as a bridgehead for their invasion.

The "Black Rock Alliance" is an elite force formed by the Northern Desert Tiele tribe, the Moon Blade tribe, and the Tiger clan.

Although their forces were less than two-thirds the size of Zhao Lingfeng's army, they were all elite soldiers who had been brave and skilled in battle for generations in the Northern Desert.

They excelled in mounted combat, and were particularly adept at night raids and blitzkrieg tactics.

The leader of the Black Rock Alliance is Agul, a young general of the Tiele tribe. His fighting style is like a whirlwind, often launching surprise attacks.

His name caused quite a stir among the garrison of Hersha.

As dusk fell, the sandstorm outside Hesha City intensified, and enemy banners could be faintly seen on the distant horizon.

Standing atop the city wall, Zhao Lingfeng surveyed the entire defenses. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he murmured, "It seems they will finally make their move tonight."

The news quickly spread, and his deputy general Xu Shengzhan said with a solemn expression: "General, the Black Rock Allied Forces of the Northern Desert have gathered at the foot of the Northern Ridge. Judging from the situation, they will launch a major attack tonight."

Zhao Lingfeng did not respond immediately; he quietly looked down at the rolling valley.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "Agul truly lives up to his reputation as a fierce general of the Northern Desert, managing to mobilize troops here in just three days."

This offensive is undoubtedly aimed at capturing Hesha City in one fell swoop.

His gaze was cold, and he already had a plan in mind.

Agul appeared to be coming on strong, but in reality, it was just a bluff.

The enemy used the sandstorm as cover, intending to launch a surprise attack at night, but little did they know that Zhao Lingfeng had already made preparations for all of this.

He immediately gave the order: "Pass on my military order, the entire army shall strictly guard the city walls, and the archers shall prepare oil to be released as soon as the enemy approaches."