War drums pounded. Ten thousand horses thundered forward.

Li Zang and Rong Xian looked as if their parents had just died.

But soon the color drained from their faces entirely.

Yuan Long's troops should have been charging the Great Xuan's hundred thousand on the other side. Instead, Yuan Long's army was charging straight at them.

This... this, this...

Rong Xian's face was white as paper and his lips were trembling. "G-General, the war banner's down."

Li Zang was shaking from head to toe, whether from fear or rage it was hard to say.

He had seen it. His Nanyue war banner had come crashing down.

He knew the man who had cut it down: Qin Qiao, the garrison commander of the Great Xuan's southern frontier pass.

Li Zang held Jianxuan Pass, and the Great Xuan was the main thing it guarded against. Of course he knew who commanded on the other side.

Qin Qiao had led five hundred men straight into the Nanyue banner guard and hacked down the war banner.

An army moves with its banner. Without it to guide them, the troops were like flies with their heads off.

The noise of the killing shook the sky.

The Nanyue soldiers had never imagined Yuan Long's men would turn on them.

Neither had Li Zang or Rong Xian. How could they have?

Ning Chen's troops drove into the enemy ranks like countless sharp arrows.

In no time they had cut the whole Nanyue army into several pieces, like a pizza cutter going through a pizza, and the battalions lost touch with one another... The shield men, for one, should have been working hand in glove with the archer battalion. Instead the charge had driven them in among the cavalry.

The cavalry couldn't build up speed, and their horses blocked the view of the blade-and-shield men, who couldn't see the enemy at all. It was chaos.

Caught completely off guard, the whole Nanyue army panicked and fell into total disorder.

Never mind Li Zang. At this point, Kang Luo himself would have been useless.

When an army's nerve breaks, nobody…