Exploding into a layer of storm. Cheriji was forcefully thrust backwards, leaving his mount, and landed on the ground, retreating several steps, his weapon suddenly plunging into the ground, carving a ferocious scar on the earth, dragging more than a zhang before finally coming to a halt, gasping for breath, his forehead beaded with sweat. Yet his opponent simply sat quietly atop his warhorse, his expression calm, dignified as a mountain. What strength is this! A shadow appeared in Cheriji’s heart, but he almost immediately understood why this renowned general, ranked forty-seventh in the world, chose to engage him recklessly, as behind him, the Qiang’s Qie Xue Cavalry began to shift. The reason for the wavering military morale was due to the approaching sound of frenzied hoofbeats. Qibi Li charged down with his army. With the formation of the golden scimitar cavalry enveloping the entire bow cavalry, the entire army plunged into the battlefield like a sharp blade, Cheriji mounted a heavy cavalry horse, regrouping the troops to avoid the edge. On Daqi Village, the old village chief saw from afar, the grand scene like a battlefield, over fifteen thousand valiant warhorses galloped wildly over the land, hooves thundering down, producing sounds like rolling thunder. The spirit of the bow cavalry gathered as they charged into battle under Qibi Li’s command. Cheriji led the Qie Xue Army to avoid the frontal assault like flowing water, regrouping once more, the collision between famous generals, the charges between brave armies, like two gray wolves probing each other, viewed from a height, or from afar, carried with it an overwhelming grandeur that stirred the soul and sent shivers down the spine. Hooves landed, stirring yellow dust into the air. In that moment, the old village chief gained a direct understanding of why the battlefield is called a killing field, why when so many people gather, it blankets the sky and earth. Wang Shunchen had already reached out his hand, grasping the bow. Just like back then, when he received the battle bow from the Taiping Duke’s hand. Thus, his vision became clear again, he smelled the scent of the battlefield anew, a spark of fire igniting in his heart, a fervent desire to fight on the battlefield rising. As Li Guanyi’s battle halberd repelled Cheriji. The Divine Shooter General gripped the battle bow with force, then directly reached out and seized Cheriji’s mount, flipping into the air and landing steadily on this horse with a sharp horn on its forehead, its feet seemingly stepping on hidden fire. This horse, with its fierce and savage nature, usually fed on flesh and blood, capable of trampling wild wolves to death, breaking through packs of wolves, with its speed, endurance, and ferocity, not something ordinary wild horses could compare to. But Wang Shunchen merely raised his hand to pat the horse’s head. It was as if an indescribable sinister aura and bloody smell flowed in, that fierce mount stiffened, as if with a more terrifying beast sitting on its back, dared not move, Wang Shunchen subdued this Qiang mount, holding the battle bow. The bowstring hummed continuously. Wang Shunchen’s palm caressed the bloodstained bow. "Cold Mountain Moon Shadow, old friend, we fight side by side again..." He caressed the waist token, then carefully hung it at his waist, holding the battle bow, the black hair at his temples graying, yet suddenly a vast heroism surged up from his chest, laughing loudly: "You say I’m old?!" "Old? Yes, I am indeed starting to age!" He held the bow, suddenly drew three arrows in succession, the arrows clustering, piercing through the foreheads of three colonels, causing their faces to blossom, toppling backward, the Divine Shooter General’s gaze became sharp like strong spirits splashing on the blade, fiercely saying: "My arms still have the strength of ten thousand pounds, I can still tame this so-called fierce beast mount in a single attempt, I can still draw this mystical weapon war bow, I can still kill countless enemies on the battlefield!" "Even if I am old, my weapon is not." "Even after another sixty years, my arrows will be just as they were back then." Li Guanyi looked at this General, saying: "Then..." He pulled the reins, thus falling to a position behind Wang Shunchen, voluntarily handing over the formation eye position enveloping the main general’s formation to Wang Shunchen, who was slightly stunned, seeing that young man wearing a dark gold face mask retreat, said: "Please be the commander of these ten thousand bow cavalry." "I will be your deputy general." Wang Shunchen’s eyes widened. The war general wearing a dark gold face mask said to him: "How about it, shall we fight side by side?" In that instant, Wang Shunchen’s heart was pricked for a moment, but immediately came a heroism with eyes slightly moist, he laughed heartily, tears coming out as he laughed, saying loudly: "Alright!" "I wield the bow and arrows, you wield the spear and halberd!" "Even ten thousand troops, what is there to fear!" These were the words Li Wanli once said to him. Now he said them to the son of Li Wanli, as time is, like a grand dream. In just a brief time, Qibi Li and others had already clashed with Cheriji’s forces, Li Guanyi and Cheriji engaged, although Li Guanyi alone could not defeat five thousand cavalry, yet relying on his fierce and powerful physique, managed to hold Cheriji in check. Original content can be found at NovelHub(.)net This is because Li Guanyi’s reputation for strength was not known. This is because Cheriji was fighting Li Guanyi for the first time. If there is a next time, he will notice Li Guanyi’s unmatched fierce strength, comparable to an overlord reborn, will choose other formations and tactics aimed at physically strong opponents, using turn-based exhaustion, avoiding direct combat. This premise is, if there is a next time. Hooves thundered like thunder. Qibi Li had already led the bow cavalry to arrive, also skillfully transferring the aura of this Military School’s great formation, the core became Wang Shunchen, this famous general forgotten by the world once again sensed the great formation, the aura flowing guiding each bow cavalry.