Ning Chen drew his sword and shouted, "Drums!

Sons of the Great Xuan, follow this prince and charge! Sweep away the invaders and take back our land!"

He'd had explosives buried in the ground in advance.

But nearly all the explosives they'd brought this time had been used up at Tiger Roar Gorge.

They could only throw the enemy into chaos.

Arrows had limited range, and the archer battalion couldn't possibly shoot down ninety thousand men.

Once the enemy recovered and got their own archers organized, his side would be the one to suffer.

So the time to charge was now, while the enemy was in chaos.

The explosives and the archer battalion together had killed only a few thousand.

Xiliang still had more than eighty thousand men.

He had only fifty thousand.

If the Ning'an Army didn't arrive in time, this would be a hard fight.

In past battles, Ning Chen had rarely fought himself. Commanding had been enough.

But now he had to fight in person to raise the men's spirits.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

The war drums pounded.

Ning Chen rode out ahead of everyone, leading the army's charge.

"Kill..."

"Kill! Sweep away the invaders and take back our land!"

"Modao army, kill them hard for your father!"

With the Ning'an Army away, the modao army had to break the formations and scatter the enemy lines.

Alone with one sword, Ning Chen fought with his blade whirling and cold light flashing, his eyes red with killing.

His target was Bian Yangze in his golden armor.

To take the bandits, take their king first.

Kill the enemy's commanding general, and his army would never pull itself together again.

But Bian Yangze had his own guard around him, and Ning Chen couldn't get anywhere near him.

Bian Yangze had recovered too and began issuing one order after another.

The Xiliang army began to fight back.

The roar of battle shook the sky, and blood and flesh flew.

The snow-covered ground was stained red with blood.

Every inch of land, an inch of blood.

Every country, every inch of its soil,…