Chen Ping's Sword

"Go, retreat quickly."

Master Qiuye had tears in her eyes as she led two thousand troops, protecting the remaining thirty thousand or so citizens of Wenyuan City, fleeing in haste from the southern gate. Turning back, she saw a dragon-like cavalry force exiting from the northern gate, weapons raised, disappearing into the swirling dust and smoke.

She wiped her tears heavily from the corners of her eyes, silently praying to the Daoist Venerable.

"With the Primordial above, I only hope for a safe return from this battle, caring not how many of the Beizhou Barbarians we kill. Time will tell, and we will surely bury them on this Southern land someday."

Wenzhou City was considered a cultural city of the South, with a thriving cultural atmosphere and flourishing commerce.

Additionally, the Lord’s lenient nature allowed for the free flow of people, leading to a large population.

The permanent population typically reached more than three hundred thousand.

However, after the Beizhou Hu Cavalry broke through the city’s defenses, especially when the main general abandoned the city and fled, they left three hundred thousand people inside the city.

After being ravaged and tormented, those who died, died, and those who fled, fled, leaving only thirty thousand survivors.

Among them, twenty-seven or twenty-eight thousand were young women.

Seeing these women, with vacant stares and tortured to the brink of death, Ran Qiuye only sighed silently, turned her horse around, and did not look back.

No matter what kind of battle results Chen Ping produced with his thirteen thousand troops, whether they fought or fled, no matter where they retreated to, she had to bring these thirty thousand citizens and her two thousand remaining soldiers to a safe place, carving out a buffer zone. Ideally, she would join Senior Brother Changfeng, setting up the last line of defense at One-Slash Gorge, as a retreat route.

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Watching Master Qiuye and the people depart, Chen Ping had no further concerns.

He inspected the long sword and short bow behind him, gripping his "Unwilling Halberd," his gaze gradually becoming indifferent and cold.

A gentleman knows what should and shouldn’t be done.

Whether to do or not, it all depends on where the heart points, where the halberd directs.

The barbarians fear might and not virtue. With the current north-south battles, they are overwhelmingly dominant. If we do not dampen their fierce momentum, not only will we lose this battle, but this Divine Land will also be completely trampled under the Hu People’s iron hooves.

"This battle is not for complete victory, but just to blunt the enemy’s sharpness, Seven Stars Dipper..."

With a sharp shout, Chen Ping raised his long halberd high.

Behind him, six people simultaneously changed formation.

Whether trained or not was irrelevant.

Whether they knew how to form military formations was also unimportant.

Chen Ping realized that the Azure Dragon Seal’s brilliance lay in its ability to convey his intentions perfectly.

Therefore, during the initial struggle for the Azure Dragon Seal, there was a saying, "He who holds the Azure Dragon Seal rules the world." Perhaps this seal did not enhance personal strength like the Longevity Sword, nor did it enhance battle formations like the Sea Suppressing Banner, but in terms of aligning intentions and uniting military hearts, the Azure Dragon Seal was indeed the quintessential auxiliary treasure.

Now, using it, the effect was evident.

He formed the formation in his heart, and naturally, Xiao Tong led two thousand cavalry to the Merak position, while Yu Hanshan led two thousand cavalry to occupy the Phecda position. Mei Yu and Deng Yuantong went to the Megrez and Jade Balance positions, and the remaining Ji Mingyue, as if receiving an epiphany, occupied the Shaking Light position.

The seven formations united to form the Seven Stars Dipper Grand Array.

Chen Ping occupied the Dubhe position, becoming the center of the Seven Stars Array. The ladle stretched out, with the ladle’s tail as the edge, constantly resonating with the Shaking Light position. The entire formation glowed with a gentle starlight, and from all directions, all thirteen thousand cavalry seemed to be coated in a layer of silver light, charging forward with thundering hooves.

Breaking formation with formation, countering cavalry with cavalry, as Chen Ping said, this battle was about brandishing the sword, showcasing strength, and honing blades.

The Seven Stars Dipper Grand Array plunged into the Beizhou Cavalry’s vast formation like dark clouds, forging ahead with relentless force, blood pouring down like rain.

"Activate the array, Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring Heaven Array."

The overwhelming mass of eighty thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry had now formed a massive devouring formation, with Yuwen Zao, situated in the center, wearing a cold smile.

"Competing with me in formations? With weaker forces and lacking elite soldiers, facing me head-on, isn’t it merely courting death?"

Yuwen Zao, born of the Beizhou Royal Family, was victimized by vile individuals in his youth, ending up among commonfolk, growing up in a small tribe.

As he grew older, he exhibited unparalleled martial talent, leading his tribe’s hundred or so warriors to conquer, elevating the Snow Wolf Army into an invincible force.

Later, as Yuwen Mu consolidated the Golden Tent Khanate, Yuwen Zao reclaimed his ancestry, becoming one of the three-way army marshals. Even though his cultivation reached only the Late-Stage Innate Realm, he was confident that with soldiers at hand, regardless of how strong the opponent, he could fight and win unmatched in commanding troops.

At forty-three, Yuwen Zao had experienced a hundred and thirty-two battles, undefeated in each.

This time, as he led expeditionary forces into the Divine Land, with a southern advance force, it wasn’t to sightsee in this prosperous and fertile land but to claim Jiangnan for Beizhou’s glory.

His most adept strategy was the Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring Heaven Array.

Just like an incredibly skilled general from ancient times, regardless of how many soldiers and horses were under command, more were always welcomed, the more, the better.

Three thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry had three thousand fighting methods.

One hundred thousand had one hundred thousand fighting methods.

With the Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring Heaven Array established, fierce and violent prairie warriors surrounded from all sides, growing stronger with bloodshed.

In his perception, no matter from which direction the enemy attacked, it meant only self-destruction.

He didn’t even worry much about having Divine Master Duran, one of the three great masters of the Celestial Witchcraft Sect, within his ranks.

Confident that this battle would not require this great deity.

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