Origin Paradise!

But in the end, he simply clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Jiang He walked down the city wall and temporarily changed into a set of iron armor. Wu He had already refilled the camel hump bags, but he did not let the other side come over. The battle was coming to an end, and there was one major problem: Long Cheng had not shown up.

He is truly the best expert in the world, and his role in conquering cities and fortresses is self-evident. If Longcheng were to take action, then the previous few thousand elite Northern Barbarian troops would not have needed to be lost.

The gate-blocking cart was removed, and the city gate swung open with a roar.

Jiang He rode out of the city, followed by two thousand cavalrymen, including puppets. These puppets had been scattered and rushed into the ranks of the soldiers. Being a loyal subject meant fighting to the death.

The sky and earth were desolate, with dark clouds rolling in.

Jiang He took the lead and moved towards the flank.

Many of the cavalrymen hesitated, but seeing the puppets' movements, they spurred their horses forward as well.

Two thousand cavalrymen galloped across the land like a long spear.

Behind the two 10,000-strong army formations in front, Zuo Guli King, who was at the core of the Northern Barbarian power, gave the order. The messenger waved the battle flag. His status was only below that of the Great Chanyu and the Left and Right Wise Kings. Even the commander of ten thousand men had to respectfully obey him.

Three thousand northern barbarian cavalry broke away from the army formation and charged straight at the enemy cavalry. When they were two hundred paces apart, the barbarian soldiers all raised their bows, each one a skilled archer.

Arrows rained down, clanging against the iron armor. More than thirty soldiers of the Northern Dusk Camp fell from their horses, including a puppet. The puppet died just like a normal person, its iron-like skin and armor unable to protect its eyes, mouth, and nose.

Jiang He drew his gun and instantly killed the enemy's centurion with a single bullet. He then pulled out two black gems and threw them, killing more than a dozen people in the process. With a deafening roar, the enemy's ranks immediately became loose.

The two cavalry forces clashed. Jiang He repeatedly swung his Long Regret Spear, activating the spear technique Dragon Crossing. One after another, degraded versions of dragon phantoms swept forward, tearing a conspicuous gap in the enemy ranks and instantly killing hundreds of people.

As the two armies clashed, the Northern Barbarian cavalry, aided by the speed of their warhorses, decapitated the puppet with a single stroke. However, just before dying, the puppet reined in its horse, turned, and crashed into other enemy cavalry. The horses collided, and a Northern Barbarian cavalryman was sent flying forward, his head hitting the ground and dying instantly.

The two armies separated, and each side traded 500 for 300. Even though the leading cavalry general had been lost beforehand, the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry still showed great strength.

Jiang He didn't stop for a moment, leading the Beihun Camp forward. Earlier on the city wall, his eagle eyes had already locked onto the position of the enemy's central army.

Chapter 155 Rushing into the formation

The world is vast and boundless.

The Beihun cavalry plunged headlong into the enemy's ranks.

With heavy shields as tall as themselves and fully armored infantry, the Northern Barbarians had amassed a large-scale elite infantry force in just a few decades. This was certainly not good news for the many cities along their southward route.

Jiang He leaped into the infantry battle formation where long spears were positioned diagonally.

As the initial energy armor covered the body, it continued to spread, soon enveloping the horse beneath it.

Numerous iron spears thrust forward, and warhorses charged ahead. The continuous sound of rock and iron cracking rang out. The sharp spearheads failed to penetrate the energy armor's defenses. The fierce kinetic energy of the full-speed leap easily broke the spears, which fell into the battle formation, crushing several infantrymen to death.

Boom boom boom!

Jiang He swung his silver spear left and right in succession. His high agility stat granted him a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. The light and shadow blurred, and two silver moons rose from the ground as the warhorse advanced.

The mutilated corpses surged wildly to both sides like waves that had been cut open, revealing a passage of flesh and blood in the enemy's formation, with severed limbs and torn bodies everywhere, and blood falling like rain.

The cavalry and the puppets charged into the battle formation. The puppets took the initiative to continue widening the passage. The warhorses, whose eyes were temporarily blindfolded, charged straight at the shield bearers. The horse's head collided with the shield, shattering the shield and causing the shield to fall out of their hands. The puppets that landed immediately drew their swords and slashed. Even when surrounded and killed in the battle formation, they remained ferocious and menacing.

Enemy troops were everywhere he looked.

Behind Jiang He, a pair of blood wings suddenly extended, each iron feather sharp and cold. The two wings resonated, and three thousand six hundred feathers shot through the air at the same time. This time, the wing attack was no longer the more lethal Blood Iron Storm. The iron feathers, infused with perfect-grade blood poison, scattered and fell into the army formation in front.

shhhhhh!

In just half a breath, faint hoarse cries rose and fell. Even when the blood poison was still at the ordinary level, it was enough to kill a domestic pig in two or three seconds. Now, after three sublimations and qualitative changes, it can be said to be able to kill on sight.

The layers upon layers of soldiers before them instantly transformed into a field of wheat battered by a cold wind. Waves of infantrymen, painstakingly assembled by the Northern Barbarians, fell to the ground, their faces contorted in a grim and grotesque manner of death.

Jiang He charged past, his Blood Wings folding away. With just one attack, he gained over 1200 merits. The combination of Iron Wings and Blood Poison had become his main method for reaping mobs.

They are 800 steps apart.

King Zuo Guli stood with his hands behind his back, his slightly furrowed brows giving him a solemn expression. Looking at the approaching enemy cavalry general and the less than two thousand cavalry behind him, he gave the order:

"Let the shaman and the protector take action, and let the warriors of the royal tent step forward. This man's bravery is no less than that of Longcheng in his youth. We must take his head."

The Lan clan leader and the commander of ten thousand men accepted the orders in succession.

With the command flags waved, five guardians and two shamans from the left and right wings of the central army set out. As one of the few at the pinnacle of power in the Northern Barbarians, King Zuo Guli had many experts protecting him closely.

Five hundred royal warriors stepped forward, each wielding a two-meter-long blade. These warriors, comparable to the halberdiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, were all capable of capturing tigers and hunting wolves.

They are 500 steps apart.

The two fastest guardians closed in.

The pungent stench of blood and the horrific sight of the soldiers' deaths chilled the two men to the bone.

The two exchanged a glance, and the taller protector made the first move, starting with the powerful and superior secret technique of the Great Snow Mountain: Tiger Hunt Mountain Push Palm.

As true energy poured out, a phantom image of a giant tiger, as tall as two people, appeared. The tiger pounced forward with the strength to push mountains, and its thunderous roar caused the surrounding warhorses to neigh in unison.

Another protector moved with incredible speed, weaving through his own soldiers. He circled around to get close to the figure charging with a spear, his hand forming a hand seal. He then activated the extremely penetrating Vajra Zen Finger Technique, golden light shooting out from his fingertip and piercing straight through the two soldiers and the heavy shield in front of him. The momentum remained undiminished, and the target was aimed directly at the enemy's brow.

Two top-rank martial artists attacked from both sides.

Jiang He leaped off his horse, thrusting out his gun in his right hand. His spear technique, "City Destroyer," unleashed a dark red spear light as thick as a tree branch.

boom!

The gunshot struck the Tantric finger-manipulation technique precisely, instantly shattering it. In the blink of an eye, a dark red light pierced through the enemy's heart, and the powerful corrosive force immediately melted away the flesh and bones of his chest. Blood poison entered his body, quickly killing the protector.

Roar!

Upon seeing his colleague die, the tall protector roared in anger, completely disregarding the damage to his meridians, and once again activated the Tiger Hunting Mountain Pushing Palm, sending two giant tigers rushing towards the enemy.

Jiang He smoothly withdrew his spear and swept it horizontally. The spearhead was sharp and fierce. A dark red dragon rolled out and shattered the tiger shadow in succession. It hit the front of the Tantric Dharma Protector, as if a drill had pierced through his heart.

The spear technique "Dragon Crossing" is launched based on the spiral force of light and darkness, and its power is significantly enhanced, even making up for the damage of the degraded version.

In the blink of an eye, both guardians were dead.

They are three hundred steps apart.

Five hundred royal warriors lined up in front, interspersed with three guardians and eighteen shamanic-created seven-meter-tall blood apes.

This is an impregnable fortress.

Jiang He remounted his warhorse. The intensity of the obstacles in front of him was unprecedented. The two shamans seemed to know the power of the "hidden weapon," and they could no longer see him.

On the distant city wall, Vice General Du Chang braced himself against the battlements, his eyes filled with anxiety, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

After charging all the way, the number of Beihun cavalry had dropped to a mere 1,200. In front of them was a solid defensive line equivalent to twenty-one Grandmasters. Even Longcheng could not break through it; only a transcendent Grandmaster might be able to.

Suddenly, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Six black gems, each the size of a pigeon's egg, flew out of his hand.

Before the guardians and warriors could react, a deafening explosion rang out.

Flames soared into the sky, and the fierce shockwaves shredded flesh and blood, causing the ground to tremble incessantly. The power of each Blacklight Gem was second only to that of a 156mm howitzer, and its targeted damage to flesh and spirit was significantly superior. The true damage from multiple uses shattered the armor and defenses, leaving six craters five meters wide and two meters deep on the ground.

The impregnable fortress was destroyed in an instant.

The sound waves that pierced eardrums caused the surrounding soldiers to lose their minds and run for their lives, and the warhorses of the Northern Barbarian Iron Cavalry scattered and fled.

Merit +609

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, smoke billowed into the air. Du Chang, the deputy general on the city wall, and General Hao, the commander of the dark Great Wall, both looked on in astonishment at the same time. The two sides were now only a hundred paces apart, and the desperate charge had become a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

King Zuo Guli's expression also changed drastically, and he could not believe it.

"You take the king and go first; I and the guards will cover your retreat!"

"Brother Lan, your righteousness is admirable." The commander clasped his hands in a fist salute.

The Lan clan leader, his eyes filled with hatred, uttered these words to the commander beside him. He then spurred his horse and led hundreds of his loyal followers in a charge, vowing to avenge the destruction of his family and clan.

But just a dozen seconds later, twelve blood-red wolf shadows, each as large as an ox, fell, killing or wounding hundreds of personal guards, and leaving the Lan clan chief's mangled corpse on the ground.

Jiang He spurred his horse and smashed through the obstruction. The thousand riders behind him scattered the elite troops in front of him. He had a strong hatred for the Northern Barbarian general he had casually killed earlier, but compared to the increasingly close target, the deep hatred the other party had was not important.

Chapter 156 Accident

Protected by layers of armored soldiers, King Zuo Guli desperately retreated. He never expected that he, who commanded 40,000 elite troops, would be hunted down by the enemy within his own ranks.

A black gem fell, causing heavy casualties among the dense ranks of armored soldiers. Then came the howls of wolves, and a blood-soaked figure charged forward, unstoppable.

When Zuo Guli Wang was thrown off his horse by the shockwave, his vision was still blurred when he suddenly felt a chill and a sharp pain in his chest. The imposing Northern Barbarian King, dressed in a magnificent robe, was pierced through the chest and lifted into the air, swaggering past everyone.

Under the tense gaze of countless Northern Barbarian soldiers, Jiang He swung his spear, the powerful force tearing apart the body of Zuo Guli King. The mangled corpse flew out and smashed the central army's battle flag from afar.

The entire battlefield seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

The other two 10,000-strong armies immediately halted their advance.

On the mountain city wall, Vice General Du Chang excitedly pounded the battlements and shouted orders in a hoarse voice.

"All troops, march out of the city!"

Two thousand cavalrymen cut down enemy generals and severed their flags. The Earl's bravery gave him full confidence. He had quelled rebel forces in the south several times and had considerable experience in commanding the final pursuit battles. As long as the morale and strength of the army collapsed, it was not uncommon for a few dozen armored soldiers to chase down thousands of rebels.

Meanwhile, on the dark Great Wall.

Seeing the changing situation on the battlefield, General Hao decisively issued a military order: "Order all six thousand cavalrymen of the Chengxuan Battalion to charge out."

The lieutenant's eyes were equally burning with fervor, but remembering the orders from Anbei City, he hesitated to speak.

"Lord Hao, the Prince's military order is to hold the line to the death."

General Hao gripped his waist knife tightly, his expression changing several times.

He was a powerful veteran general promoted by the prince, and the prince owed him a great debt of gratitude. However, he had to admit that some of General Chen's views were correct. Since the death of the heir apparent, the prince had grown old and only wanted to guard the small territory of the Anbei Governor's Office. He had no interest in talking about grand ambitions and he was even willing to make great concessions and compromises to the powerful families for the sake of stability.

But to him, kindness is kindness.

"Fine, let's keep holding on."

General Hao looked regretful, his expression ambiguous, and said, "Such a rare and outstanding general in this era, what a pity."

The deputy general lowered his head and remained silent; ten thousand halberd-wielding soldiers had already arrived at Anbei City.

……

From the air, the 20,000-strong main force of the Northern Barbarians had been routed, and a thousand Northern Dust Iron Cavalry charged through the enemy ranks like dragons, breaking through the ranks time and time again.

The defeat was swift and decisive. The other two 10,000-strong armies wisely chose to retreat. King Zuo Guli was publicly executed, and morale plummeted to rock bottom, leaving them with no chance of breaching the city.

The pursuit lasted for a full hour, only stopping when the routed Northern Barbarian army retreated back to their camp.

The Beihun army re-entered the city to recuperate. After counting the number of soldiers, the deputy general Du Chang reported to someone.

"My lord, there are still two thousand infantrymen and nearly a thousand cavalrymen in the city. The loss of twelve hundred men in this battle is a great victory!"

Jiang He remained expressionless. Half of the cavalry that left the city had perished. Although the strategic objective had been achieved, the cost was the loss of over a hundred of his puppets. These puppets were the skeleton and nodes of the charge, and thus suffered the highest casualty rate.

"Let's rest here. Other battalions should come to relieve us tonight or tomorrow."

Vice General Du Chang took his leave, and Jiang He opened the Executive Officer's Exclusive Shop.

Rare and high-quality items have been completely redeemed, and his current merit points have reached 6,900. All the kills of the puppets are also counted on his head, most of which occurred during the pursuit and ambush. The defeated barbarian soldiers had no will to fight back.

All merits have been redeemed and activated, and the total number of puppets has now risen to around eight hundred.

Jiang He walked into the pavilion on the city wall, put all the dolls into Rubik's Cube form, and then stuffed them into his inventory.

"Now we have a workforce for border development."

……

That evening.

The Prince's direct subordinates, the Anbei Camp, were stationed in the mountain city.

Jiang He led the Beihun Camp away, the side quest ended, and the two skill points brought his spear skills to Mastery LV7, dealing 41% extra damage.

During the evacuation, the deputy commander of the Anbei camp came to deliver a message, carrying a gold-patterned knife, a personal token of the King of Anbei.

"My lord, the Beihun Camp will withdraw from the front line starting today and guard two sections of the Great Wall beacon towers. There will be no combat missions for the next few weeks; the focus will be on holding the line and recuperating."

Jiang He nodded. A single beacon tower only needs to be garrisoned by one or two centurions, making this defensive task relatively easy.

The deputy commander of Anbei Camp handed over the gold-patterned sword and said, "Tonight in Anbei City, the Prince is holding a meeting in front of the palace. Lord, you must arrive before 9 PM."

"Understood." Jiang He took the battle sword. Hai Shi is from 9 to 11 pm.

The journey of two or three miles was completed in the blink of an eye.