Guided by a group of so-called “rebels,” Nangong Ying, dizzy and disoriented, begins his path to seize the throne.
By the next day, the court already knows where Nangong Ying and his group are.
Nangong He start mobilizing troops, preparing to level the area to the ground.
But sothing infuriates him, only partial forces from the Forbidden Army and Imperial Guards respond to his call.
And these are his own loyal elite troops.
The generals who swore allegiance to him just days ago now refuse to leave their camps, ignoring his imperial orders.
Though angry, Nangong He understands the urgent task is to stabilize the rest of the army first.
In his eyes, Nangong Ying’s patched-together force of ten thousand probably only has three or four thousand real soldiers; the rest are just laborers filling ranks.
Determined to secure his throne once and for all, Nangong He ignores opposition and prepares to lead the campaign himself, personally crushing the rebellion at the capital’s doorstep.
Troop movents take ti. Even with the Forbidden Army and Imperial Guards nearby, it takes three days to prepare for battle.
Now, with the new emperor leading the charge, preparations stretch beyond ten days.
This frustrates the commanders who know the value of swift action, but they find it hard to dissuade Nangong He.
anwhile, during these ten days, more and more people flock to Nangong Ying’s army.
After simple reorganization, they quickly form a fighting force.
Nangong Ying believes many across the land support him.
But many officials gathering around can see that these newcors are originally elite soldiers, most have undergone systematic training for so ti.
Within ten days, twenty thousand soldiers join, many bringing their own weapons and armor, clearly well-prepared in advance.
Their equipnt is standardized, which sparks all kinds of speculation.
Most people assu so Family is secretly backing Nangong Ying.
In reality, half of these twenty thousand are trained by Nathan and Fang Yuan.
The other half co from the Yuwen Family’s hidden elite forces.
Only a small fraction genuinely co to support Nangong Ying himself.
Ten days later, the imperial army, boasting a force of a hundred thousand but claiming to be two hundred thousand strong, crosses the Fengyue River and positions itself at the city outskirts.
Nangong He’s plan is simple. There’s no natural terrain advantage or tall city walls to rely on here.
So he intends to launch a decisive, all-out attack, three armies advancing together to sweep this area clean.
Facing Nangong He’s aggressive assault, Nangong Ying grins. “My brother spends all his ti scheming and plotting, never learning how to actually lead troops in battle.”
”He’s laid out such a flawed formation, surely because of his stubborn pride, ignoring his generals’ advice! He’s got his soldiers ready, but I’ll personally teach him a lesson today, show him how real fighting is done!”
Soon, apart from the ten thousand guarding the ho base and covering retreats, Nangong Ying brings thirty thousand troops to the frontlines.
The two armies face off from a distance. Nangong Ying and Nangong He ride out, exchanging trash talk.
Half an hour passes, and Henwell starts feeling sleepy listening to them.
Just as the enemy prepares to change people and continues to hurl insults, Nangong Ying plans to send Zhang Che into the fray as well.
Henwell grabs his war spear stuck in the ground and roars, “Left flank troops! Charge with ! Capture the pretender emperor and earn ten thousand gold, plus a royal title!”
Then Henwell charges forward, leading over four thousand cavalry straight into the enemy lines.
This is the only fully ford cavalry unit in the entire camp.
Nathan, commanding the right flank, also leads his troops forward.
Even the central army guarding the main formation advances with Fang Yuan.
Henwell’s Lock activates, Blood Will surges forth.
At the sa ti, Will Lock releases countless tiny, ethereal chains linking back to every cavalryman behind him.
Blood Will flows along these chains, spreading to all the riders.
The Will Lock itself is invisible, but the blood aura exploding from Henwell’s body soon envelops the entire cavalry group.
The golden Will Lock combined with the crimson Gene Lock makes the cavalry look like a blazing inferno.
From afar, it appears as a fierce sea of fire rapidly engulfing the imperial army’s ranks.
With Will Lock’s blessing, the cavalry’s strength, both horse and rider, soars dramatically.
At the spearhead, Henwell slashes through enemy soldiers with his war spear, shattering bodies by the dozen.
Bathed in a rain of blood, Henwell charges like a wrathful god descending, plunging deep into enemy lines.
Limbs and severed arms fly through the air as Henwell bulldozes through obstacles like a fully powered machine.
When the cavalry behind him charges in, it turns into a one-sided massacre.
Nangong He’s right army is split clean through by Henwell’s assault.
Henwell swiftly turns his horse around, leading his cavalry to charge straight at the imperial riders who had just launched their assault.
The two cavalry forces collide head-on. Spears clash, blades strike, and horses and riders are thrown to the ground.
Henwell parries left and strikes right, personally breaking through the enemy’s cavalry formation first.
In the initial clash, he takes down the opposing cavalry commander.
As he plunges into the enemy lines, he specifically targets enemy cavalry officers for elimination.
Though the imperial side still has over five thousand Imperial Guard cavalry, losing their commander and several mid-level officers plunges them into montary chaos.
Given the quality of the Imperial Guards, they should recover quickly.
But Henwell won’t give them the chance. He turns his horse sharply and shouts, “Rear cavalry, beco the front! Charge with !”
The remaining three thousand cavalry, already trained for such maneuvers, imdiately follow Henwell’s lead.
Once Henwell charges in, his cavalry accelerates as well.
Seeing Henwell’s tactics, the Imperial Guards with their backs turned are terrified.
They’re struggling to reorganize, but their horses can’t charge as fast.
Henwell’s specialty, relentless pursuit, begins. Anyone with basic military knowledge can see the Imperial Guard cavalry is dood.
Such a situation rarely occurs on the battlefield.
Usually, infantry formations cover and protect cavalry regrouping.
But Henwell’s initial charge was so fast that not only was the cavalry unprepared to charge, the infantry suffered heavy casualties too.
They’re still trying to reorganize. How could they possibly protect their cavalry now?
Once the cavalry breaks, the infantry stands even less chance against Henwell’s assault.
While Henwell wreaks havoc, Nathan and Fang Yuan advance swiftly as well, gaining a clear advantage.
Watching the three of them break through like a storm, Nangong Ying shouts excitedly, “I knew it! Henwell is a fierce warrior on the battlefield! I wasn’t wrong about him!”
From a distance, Lucy observes the fight and notices the three have different fighting styles.
Fang Yuan fights with disciplined formations, favoring steady, suppressive advances.
Nathan fights boldly and openly, radiating kingly authority, winning by sheer montum.
Henwell is the battlefield reaper, brave, decisive, and ruthless, embodying blood and courage as his anthem.
At this mont, Lucy finally understands the difference between herself and these top generals.
Sches and tricks are small arts; true greatness lies in mastering the battlefield!
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