The massive army set off, heading towards the Huns’ grasslands.
At Peace Pass, Calvin Yang received a letter from Oliver Sheng and immediately gathered his subordinates.
“General, why have you called us here?” Elliott Sun inquired.
Everyone looked at Calvin curiously. Ever since the Huns stopped invading, Calvin hadn’t summoned them for a meeting. They had all been busy training their troops individually.
“Here, take a look!” Calvin smiled as he handed the letter to Elliott and the others.
Now, with the order from Oliver Sheng to recruit a full complement of soldiers, Calvin had filled the ranks of the Peace Army to fifty thousand men. With the material support from Oliver, Calvin also had his subordinates start intensive training.
After reading the letter, everyone became excited.
“The Marquis plans to attack the Huns and wants us to join the campaign,” Elliott said joyfully.
“Haha, great! The Huns have been attacking us for so long; it’s our turn to strike back,” Declan Li laughed heartily.
“General, let’s mobilize the troops. We can’t wait any longer,” Edward Zhao said, standing up in excitement.
“Yes, General, let’s mobilize the troops and invade the Huns’ grasslands. Let them taste the flames of war,” Wu Qi also chimed in.
Once a Martial Colonel, Wu Qi had now been promoted to Assistant General, thanks to the fifth-tier Breakthrough Pill exchanged between Oliver Sheng and Calvin Yang.
Seeing his subordinates’ eagerness for battle, Calvin smiled and said, “Alright, Elliott Sun, Declan Li, Edward Zhao, Wu Qi, listen to my orders. You four gather thirty thousand soldiers and follow me on the expedition. The rest will stay to guard Peace Pass.”
Soon, the Peace Army assembled its leaders, and thirty thousand troops set off towards the grasslands.
When the Peace Army joined forces with the River West Army, a grand total of 180,000 troops created a spectacular sight on the grasslands. Battle flags fluttered like clouds, spears stood like forests, and the mighty army’s morale and killing intent soared to the sky, changing the very color of the heavens above the grasslands.
“Uncle Yang!” Seeing Calvin Yang, Oliver Sheng greeted him with a smile.
“You rascal, I have to call you Marquis now,” Calvin joked.
“Uncle Yang, please don’t tease me,” Oliver waved his hand dismissively.
Seeing Oliver’s achievements, Calvin felt deeply gratified.
“Greetings, Marquis!” Elliott Sun, Edward Zhao, and the others greeted him with complex emotions. The boy they once knew had now been ennobled.
They didn’t dare to address Oliver as casually as Calvin did, even though Oliver didn’t mind. After all, Oliver was now a Marquis of Great Wei.
Seeing Elliott, Edward, and the Martial Colonel being so respectful, Oliver felt nostalgic. The past seemed like a distant memory; his former superiors now had to address him as Marquis.
“No need for formalities,” Oliver said.
Looking at the elite soldiers behind Oliver, Calvin’s eyes were full of envy.
“How do you plan to fight?” Calvin asked.
“I plan to sweep through and strike directly at the Huns’ royal court,” Oliver said.
Everyone gasped at Oliver’s audacity. He actually dared to attack the Huns’ royal court.
“Isn’t that a bit risky?” Calvin asked.
“If we don’t attack the Huns’ royal court, the forty thousand Huns’ troops in the three regions of Yan will continue to occupy them without retreating. Once we attack the royal court and have the General Who Guards the North hold off the Huns’ main army, whether they retreat or not, our objective will be achieved,” Oliver said calmly.
“But there are bound to be Martial Saints in the Huns’ royal court!” Calvin reminded him.
“No worries, I’ll handle the Martial Saints,” Oliver said.
“Alright, since you’re confident, we’ll strike directly at the Huns’ royal court,” Calvin agreed, feeling a surge of boldness.
“Good, let’s move out!”
The two armies merged, and under Oliver’s command, they marched into the grasslands.
As the army advanced, they slaughtered tribes, seized cattle, sheep, and warhorses, quickly wiping out several small Hun tribes. The Barbarian slave army was exceptionally ruthless, slaughtering the elderly and children, and capturing women as slaves.
The news of the Great Wei army invading the grasslands and their actions spread quickly, reaching countless Hun tribes.
“Those Wei people are audacious!”
Many large Hun tribes were furious. When had the Wei people ever dared to invade their grasslands?
“Damn Wei people, how dare they! Summon the warriors of all tribes and gather them to annihilate the Wei people,” Jackson Hun, the Left Wise King, saw an opportunity.
The Wei people’s invasion and slaughter of their kin would undoubtedly enrage the major tribes. In the past, mobilizing troops from various tribes had always been met with reluctance. Now, he didn’t need to do much; just raising the flag would rally countless soldiers.
Soon, the Left Wise King united the major tribes and gathered an elite army of 300,000 to confront the Wei army.
Two days later, the two armies met.
On the vast grasslands, the lush grass and blooming wildflowers contrasted with the tens of thousands of soldiers facing off, the sky heavy with clouds and the air filled with a chilling killing intent.
Feeling the tension before the battle, the warhorses began to neigh and roar.
“Oliver, there are three Great Grandmasters among the Huns,” Calvin said, his expression serious.
“No problem, Uncle Yang. Leave those three Great Grandmasters to me,” Oliver reassured him with a smile.
Just three Great Grandmasters.
Looking at the Wei army opposite, the Left Wise King was filled with hatred.
“Warriors of the tribe, the damned Wei people have invaded our homeland, slaughtered our kin, and stolen our cattle and sheep. What should we do?” the Left Wise King roared, raising his scimitar to rally his troops.
“Kill them! March south and invade Great Wei!” countless Hun soldiers roared back.
“Follow me and crush them!” the Left Wise King shouted, leading the charge himself.
Now was the time to fight with all his might. If he won, his father, the Grand Chanyu, wouldn’t blame him. If he lost, he would die anyway; after two consecutive defeats and heavy losses, his position as the Left Wise King was already precarious.
The 300,000-strong Hun army charged forward with the Left Wise King.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
War drums sounded, echoing across the grasslands.
“Woo, woo, woo…”
The war horns blared, deep and resonant, piercing through the void and carrying far.
“Everyone, follow me and crush them,” Oliver raised his spear and shouted.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
The soldiers behind him roared, their killing intent surging.
“Charge!”
Oliver spurred his horse forward, with Wang Zhan holding the command flag and following closely.
Chi Tiansheng also led three thousand heavy cavalry, charging with Oliver.
Calvin Yang, Qin Lin, Zheng Fang, and others, receiving Oliver’s order to charge, also led their subordinates into the fray.
During the charge, Oliver took out the Sun-Chasing Divine Bow and nocked three arrows.
With a single shot, three beams of golden light flew out, transforming into golden flood dragons that roared as they shot forward.
“Not good!”
In the Hun army, the three Great Grandmasters who were about to make a move suddenly felt a terrifying threat of death.
Their pupils dilated as they saw the three dazzling golden flood dragons shooting towards them.
“Damn it, there really is a powerful figure among the Wei army,” one Hun Great Grandmaster exclaimed in terror.
They all began to burn their blood and True Essence, forming protective auras to block Oliver’s arrows.
But it was all in vain.
With the power of a Super Archer, the Sun-Chasing Divine Bow, and Martial Saint-level strength, even an early-stage Martial Saint might not be able to stop it, let alone just three Great Grandmasters.
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