Across the vast plain, the roar of battle shook the sky.

The cruelty of war was laid bare in that moment: bodies strewn across the fields, blood running in rivers, the earth a shambles.

The Ning'an Army cut clean across the battlefield, running riot through the enemy host.

The Great Xuan soldiers' fighting spirit was high, and they killed like madmen.

The Xiliang army, by contrast, had lost heart.

The battle had become a rout.

"Men of Xiliang, listen! By order of the Great Xuan's Prince Regent, those who surrender will be spared and those who resist will die!"

The criers shouted in unison, and their voices swept across the whole battlefield.

Yuan Long and Lei An led the Ning'an Army in and cut down the enemy's war banners.

The Xiliang army became a swarm of headless flies.

Wherever Feng Qizheng led the modao army, men and horses were cut to pieces.

Bian Yangze's own guard of five thousand was slaughtered until not a scrap of armor was left.

Lou Guanghe was frightened out of his wits and fled on horseback.

But Feng Qizheng rammed into him like a brute and, with nothing but the strength of his body, knocked Lou Guanghe's horse clean over.

He was thrown through the air.

Before he could get up, several modao were already waiting for him.

His soul fairly rose up out of him in fright, and he gave himself up without a fight.

Bian Yangze didn't resist. This unit was simply too terrifying; he knew resistance was useless.

"Enough, enough... The moment the royal house decided to support Leng Wenyan, this old man knew how it would end."

Bian Yangze was taken alive.

"Soldiers of Xiliang, lay down your weapons. Don't throw your lives away for nothing."

Bian Yangze's voice rang out.

It was the only chance at life he could still win for the soldiers of Xiliang.

Feng Qizheng was so delighted he was practically blowing snot bubbles. "The few of you, bring these two and come with me to see the prince... The rest of you, keep killing for your…