It seemed as if he was no longer himself, but rather a vigorous character in the annals of history. He said, "Tell me, General Fan, can you and I make it onto the Famous General List of the world?" Fan Qing replied calmly, "General Qibi Li has the pinnacle cultivation of the Fifth Layer Heaven. There has been an instance like General Ling Pingyang, who ranked mid-tier among those of the Fifth Layer Heaven. With the general’s valiance, you will surely become famous." "I am just a small general of the Fourth Layer Heaven, with ordinary prowess. To lead four thousand men and wage war under our Lord’s banner is enough for me, and I have no other desires." "In chaotic times, it is only through warfare that peace is cultivated." "I only hope that one day, when peace prevails, I can lay down my armor and return to the fields." Qibi Li gripped his scimitar but did not respond. Updates are released by novel·fıre·net Only Qibi Li could feel that although Fan Qing had the ability to command only four thousand men, his four thousand moved as if they were a single entity, completely unified. As though he were the formation eye, Fan Qing would control his four thousand troops to coordinate with others. Whether it was defense, maneuvering, or attack. Fan Qing’s four thousand men could achieve perfect synergy with the rest. This ten thousand-man force seemed to have an implicit, unified command. This was the most ordinary origin among the generals, yet the most diligent and solemn warrior, who had no talent in martial arts, no familial insight like Yuwen Hua, no heritage of Qibi Li, no tactics like Lei Laomeng. He could only continue to learn from everyone, then practice a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand times, repeating rigorously. Qibi Li had seen how this simple and calm general trained his formations. Such diligence surpassed his own tenfold. "I do not think so, General Fan Qing..." "You yourself are far stronger than you perceive." Qibi Li thought to himself, "Today is also the day for both of us to make a name." "The glory of the ancestors, I will personally reclaim with the scimitar in my hand!" "Anxi City will march upon this world." Ten thousand arrived on the battlefield, and at this time, because of the coordination between Li Guanyi and Li Zhaowen, the hundred thousand troops of the Western Regions fell into a passive position. Originating from seven different tribes, they were unable to coordinate seamlessly, leading to a [chaotic army]. Once the army became chaotic, it would slide toward the direction of a defeated army. When the morale collapses, it is said, every tree or bush appears as an enemy soldier! Helian Jieshan was a famous general, yet in such circumstances, he still controlled the situation, preventing the chaotic army from becoming a defeated army, further preventing it from turning into deserters. With bloodshot eyes, he redirected his troops, exuding a majestic presence, forcibly controlling the seven tribal forces. Li Zhaowen took action personally. Both formations clashed thunderously!!! The military formations tore through the atmosphere, clouds gathered above, and the sound of thunderous roars echoed. It was unclear whether it was the sound of thunder, hoofbeats, or the clash of tens of thousands of swords and blades. The chaotic army met with the defeated army. For a moment, there was no clear superiority. And then, another army reached the battlefield. Fan Qing looked at the distant battleground, gripping his spear, a fierce fire flickering on his determined face. Raising his weapon, he spoke sparingly: Ten thousand charged into formation. In just an instant, they were fully prepared. Qibi Li’s light cavalry surpassed Fan Qing, the Golden Scimitar Cavalry, the world’s foremost light cavalry, officially appeared on this battlefield of over a hundred thousand, crashing in, like a blade, fiercely cutting into the flank of the Western Region’s coalition! The forces of the Da Wan Tribe were more numerous than the Golden Scimitar Cavalry, but not by much; one was an exhausted army, the other was poised and ready; moreover, the Da Wan Tribe’s Dragon Horses, renowned throughout the Western Regions, unexpectedly found their strength waning, unable to gallop swiftly. In virtually an instant, the Da Wan Tribe was sliced apart by the Golden Scimitar Cavalry! The cry of the Gray Wolf Roar echoed into the sky. Fan Qing’s heavy cavalry joined the battlefield. Three thousand armored cavalry, one thousand heavy-shield crossbowmen cavalry. The Golden Scimitar Cavalry sliced, breaking open the grand military formation of the enemy; the armored cavalry charged with momentum, piercing through them; the heavy-shield crossbowmen cavalry followed behind, suppressing and finishing off, in a relentless cycle. Precision, efficiency, stability. This was the style of Immovable Ming King Venerable General Yuwen Tianxian. And he added his own element. The son of a farmer, a man who survived prison, bared his fangs on this battlefield; unless he encountered a general who suppressed him in all aspects, he was the most terrifying, most efficient killing machine. The Da Wan Tribe, withdrew from the battlefield! Helian Jieshan shouted in fury, "Who?!!" Qibi Li slew a general, his momentum soaring, the Gray Wolf Roar screaming, shouting: "Anxi City, under Tian Ge’er’s command, Tiele Tribe Qibi Li!" "Leading the Golden Scimitar Cavalry to provide aid!!!" Helian Jieshan thought about what the Golden Scimitar Cavalry was, feeling pain in his forehead, as if something overlooked was arising, then in the ancestral records, memories of the light cavalry, like blades wielded by celestial gods, surfaced in his mind. Light cavalry, light armor surprise attack. The fastest blade, the most dangerous cavalry. Like divine punishment given by a golden god from the heavens. And because of this fame, targeted and annihilated, the Western Region’s number one troop for hundreds of years, Helian Jieshan’s face was pale: "Golden Scimitar Cavalry? Weren’t they long wiped out? Previously rumored, this cavalry reemerged; is it true?" "How could it appear at this time?" "How could it be with the enemy?" He saw the Da Wan Tribe’s banners suddenly sway and then crash to the side; Fan Qing’s battle formation sliced through, remained silent for a moment, then responded: