The smoke of battle cleared, leaving behind only blood and corpses.

Amid the piles of bodies, Luo Bingtian leaped to his feet, roughly wiped the blood from his face, and let out a bestial roar. “Brothers, charge! Slaughter them all! Avenge our fallen comrades!”

In the distance, the 20,000 cavalry began to stir. Thousands of cavalrymen had broken ranks to answer his call. As Yue Jinshan had already taken his leave, the generals were left without a leader. Some tried to shout for order, while others remained silent.

Luo Bingtian pounded his fist against his chest, and a blood-stained projectile flew out of his back. He then raised a horse-cutting saber and shouted in a completely hoarse voice, “I’m done being a general! If you’re my brothers, then follow me to avenge them! Men of the northern frontier do not stand by and do nothing after their brothers have died before their eyes!”

The cavalry ranks behind him stirred once more, and another few thousand cavalrymen broke ranks to join the advancing crowd. In the blink of an eye, over 10,000 of the 20,000 cavalrymen who had previously held their ground were charging toward the battlefield.

Agitated by the sudden resurgence of the enemy’s army aura, the 30,000 youngsters of Qingming spontaneously closed ranks and formed a dense square formation. They drew the sharp knives hanging behind their waists and simultaneously fitted them onto their now-empty gun-spears. The youngsters moved with such perfect unison and precise rhythm that as the blades were fitted, only a single,...