Kill one, break even; kill two, make a profit.

  This coarse and unrefined phrase was written in that military book by General Chiang with a straight face, and it was widely circulated in the army, deeply loved by these soldiers who made their living on the edge of knives.

  Their knowledge is not high, and being able to recognize a few big characters is already extremely rare in the army. Those long-winded speeches are like fairy tales to their ears, but these simple ten big characters have an inexplicable intimacy. Even if they don't recognize a single big character, they can still recite it fluently, and the meaning is even simpler and clearer.

  On the battlefield, when swords meet, it's either you kill me or I kill you, without a hint of mercy. Especially against this group of Xiongnu people who have been sworn enemies for generations, there is no need to mobilize, and everyone will naturally give rise to a heart of common hatred.

  The red ocean's banner, since leaving the northern camp surrounded by many enemies, represents that the undefeated myth of hundreds of years has been broken. If it were an ordinary army, people's hearts would have scattered and morale would not be there. But the Northern Army is the ultimate army that has gone through countless hardships under the command of the Fang family for hundreds of years.

  The great flag will never fall, the golden body will never be broken. This is their oral mantra that has been passed down for centuries.

  Now this record is about to end in their hands, the angry warriors have no panic, they only feel that unyielding spirit suffocating in their hearts.

  At this time, the red ocean has become a ferocious and desperate army, any obstacles that stand in their way will be ruthlessly crushed into pieces.

  Kuo Pu, as one of the high-ranking generals of the Xiongnu people, knew his arch-nemesis all too well. The Red Ocean's combat strength was strong, but compared to the Golden Wolf Army, it still lagged behind by a notch.

  But this time, it seems to have completely turned around. The ferocity and might of the Han people completely overwhelmed their own kind in terms of momentum, what is the logic behind this?

  Fang Lingchen was like a tiger coming down from the mountain, unstoppable. On his left and right sides were Lü Yangming and Lin Yixing, two top-notch experts.

  Xu Haifeng entrusted the life of Fang Lingchen, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Camp, to them before he left.

  In the jianghu, a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Since they have already agreed, unless their heads are separated from their bodies and their souls scatter, then Fang Zheng will be as stable as Mount Tai, with no worries about his life.

  These three top-notch experts formed an unbeatably sharp trident. Fang Lingchen's eyes were bloodshot, his face ferocious, making people tremble with fear at the sight of him. Lü Yangming was old but still robust, wielding a large knife in hand, charging forward with unstoppable bravery. Lin Yixing also held a shining silver spear, swinging out starry and deadly circles of light.

  They were majestic and powerful, blocking the way, with all their might, wherever they passed, flesh and blood flew, corpses lay everywhere.

  Suddenly, Lin Yexing's horse let out a mournful whinny and fell to the ground.

  Lin Yixing, although a renowned first-rate master, was after all a southerner and not as skilled in horse riding as the men of the north. In his great shock, he failed to react in time and fell off the horse together with it. He was about to be trampled into minced meat by the horses galloping like a tide.

  At this moment, a wooden stick stretched into Lin Yixing's armpit and lifted him up with force. At the critical moment of life and death, Lin Yixing dared not hesitate, grasped the head of the stick, pulled himself up with force, and flew up from the ground. In mid-air, he had already seen clearly that this wooden stick was actually the hilt of Lv Yang's long knife.

  Fang Lingchen wielded his long spear with flair, constantly urging his horse forward. Suddenly, the scene before him brightened, and he had already broken through the enemy lines.

  "Charge..." He let out a loud cry and led his troops forward in a continued rush.

  Fang Lingchen gazed straight ahead, he didn't dare to look back, because he knew that behind him were countless young soldiers fighting with the enemy, and every moment, countless fine men fell on the battlefield. His heart was bleeding, he feared that if he looked back, he would no longer be able to bear to move forward.

  But at this time, he still had more important things to do, he wanted to take as many people away from this place, it was his mission, his responsibility.

  The 50,000-strong cavalry of Fei Ma finally caught up with them and joined forces with the 30,000 Golden Wolf Army led by Kuo Huo, chasing and killing them in a pincer movement.

  Suddenly, a loud shout came from the rear of the Red Ocean Army. Fang Lide's aged yet majestic voice echoed throughout the rear army: "Brothers of the rear army, are you afraid to die?"

  "We're not afraid!" Ten thousand men shouted in unison.

  "Those who are not afraid of death, follow me."

  Fang Lingde turned his horse's head and charged towards the 80,000-strong army in front of him with a swing of his sword.

  Ten thousand rear troops lined up, everyone fought bravely and rushed forward. They turned around and launched a suicidal attack on the Xiongnu army, using their lives to delay the Xiongnu's pursuit and hold back their advancing footsteps.

  Although there was no discussion, the Xianbei and other four tribes coincidentally chose to intercept the scattered soldiers who were fleeing in all directions. As for the main force of the Red Ocean, they kept a distance as far as possible.

  This scorching yam is not something they can swallow, let alone in their hearts, these two great powers if they can fight to the death, that would be the best outcome.

  The battlefield gradually calmed down, and Modun's face turned iron-blue as he stared at the embarrassed-looking Bao Yueying. Behind him, more than a hundred riders were nervously lowering their heads, their horses tall and sturdy, with countless branches tied to their long tails, which would instantly raise a cloud of dust when they galloped.

  "Is this your 600,000-strong army? You... have done a good job." Modu scolded.

  Kou Batuo didn't dare to argue back, he clenched his teeth and remained silent.

  "Chanyu, if General Huo Qubing hadn't arrived in time, Fang Chen would not have abandoned his camp and fled. The strength of the Xiongnu army was far beyond our expectations. If we really annihilate them all here, I'm afraid the price will be too high for us to pay." Tuhuerong advised from the side.

  Modun's expression gradually eased, and he asked: "How many men did Fang Lianchen take away?"

  "Less than thirty thousand." Tuer Hong replied immediately.

  "I'll give you the 10,000 Golden Wolf Army that's been following me. Add them to your existing troops and make it a total of 30,000. Set off immediately, pursue and kill as many as you can." Modu said reluctantly, for despite having such an advantageous military strength, he was still unable to annihilate the Red Ocean entirely, which was his greatest regret.

  "Yes..." Hu Yena, with both hands clasped in a fist, responded heavily and turned to leave. A moment later, the well-trained Golden Wolf Army followed the first young leader of the Xiongnu under his lead, embarking on the pursuit route.

  Watching the departing troops, Modu suddenly asked: "What about Fang Lede?"

  He bowed his head and said, "I am exhausted and will soon die."

  He nodded slightly and sighed: "What a brave man, unfortunately he was born in the wrong dynasty."

  Tuer Hong lowered his head and did not comment on this remark.

  "His body should be well taken care of and given a grand burial." Murong sighed.

  "Yes..." Tuer Hong replied respectfully.

  Fangmapo, the terrain is flat, but behind the slope is a continuous mountain range, among which a high peak stands towering in the mountains, like a crane standing out from the flock, sighing as a wonder.

  A group of robust men with their upper bodies exposed were slowly transporting large stones upwards. Among them, one man was exceptionally tall and muscular, his bulging muscles seemed like iron, he walked to a thousand-jin giant stone, grasped it casually, lifted it up and placed it on his shoulder.

  He turned his head to look around, but the huge stone was too big and blocked his view, making him very uncomfortable. After a moment, he finally found his target, smiled and came to another large stone of similar size, picked it up and put it on his other shoulder.

  A weight of two thousand catties was pressing down on his body, but he seemed to be unaware of it, striding forward with a flowing pace towards the mountain.

  There is only one person with such divine power, and that is Qin Yong, the humanoid violent dragon.

  At the summit, Jiang Kongming was sitting comfortably on a specially made recliner, leisurely sipping tea and humming a tune that wasn't popular in this era.

  "Take your time, there are at least two or three more days. If the master didn't suddenly lose his ability to replenish blood with wine, I wouldn't have to work so hard either. Hmm, I don't know how many people the Northern Army can leave behind. With Hami's skills, leaving one million is already the limit. Jiang Kongming said to Zhebie beside him: "It's best if both Fang family elders die, then the master can accept it with a clear conscience, right?"

  Zhebie's thousand-mile eyes gazed into the distance, and in response to Jiang Kongming's question, he nodded slightly without expressing his own opinion.

  Jiang Kongming let out a long sigh and muttered to himself: "These people are really boring, alas, wasted my words, playing the piano to a cow."

  "Bang... " Two loud noises came, Jiang Kongming didn't need to turn his head, he already knew who did it. He was furious and turned his head to scold: "You dead dog bear, can't you put things down more gently? If you scare someone into a heart attack, can you afford to pay for it?"

  Qin Yong rubbed his own scalp with a silly expression, his face full of innocence and inexplicability.

  Jiang Kongming sighed helplessly, who made himself get entangled with this group of live treasures, it was also an unavoidable matter.

  "Lord Military Strategist..."

  Jiang Kongming's spirits lifted, and unexpectedly, the normally taciturn Zhe Bie took the initiative to greet him, a truly heartwarming sight.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Someone is coming."

  "Are they scouts from the Xiongnu? A few people, you go and get rid of them." Jiang Gongming said casually.

  Zhe hesitated for a moment and did not leave.

  Jiang Kung-ming was greatly surprised and asked: "Why don't you go?"

  "There are too many people coming, can't kill them all." Zhebie said frankly.

  "How many people?" Jiang Kongming's expression gradually became more serious.

  At least twenty thousand.

  The sound of horseshoes came from afar and drew near, accompanied by the slight tremble of the earth. The figure in front gradually became clear.

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