He was terrified; his face turned deathly pale.

"Liu Shangguan, you're sending us to our deaths!"

"Zhan Du, that's not what I meant at all. I was doing all this for Yao Ming's sake..."

Zhan Du roared, "Liu Bingyu, if you hadn't whispered in Yao Shuai's ear about launching a surprise attack on Wanyan Zonggan, the situation wouldn't be like this!"

"How dare you! This is Commander Yao's military order! You are slandering me! I will report you when I get back!" Liu Bingyu sneered. "Besides, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yao Xiong, who was already completely enraged, roared, drew his sword, and swung it across Liu Bingyu's neck with a crisp sound, leaving a red line.

Liu Bingyu's expression froze, his pupils contracted, and he stared at Yao Xiong.

He tried to grab his neck with both hands, but the breath of life was rapidly fading away.

His head suddenly fell off his neck and rolled on the ground.

Blood was gushing from the neck of the headless corpse riding on horseback. Then, it tilted to one side and fell off the horse.

Yao Xiong, like a wounded lion, his face contorted with rage, declared: "Anyone who dares to back down will be executed on the spot!"

He pulled on the reins, and his warhorse galloped back and forth in front of the remaining army, roaring in a hoarse voice, "I took up arms on the battlefield at the age of fourteen, and I have eighty-eight wounds on my body!"

The wind blowing from afar made the red tassel on Yao Xiong's head flutter.

His face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Imperial grace has been bestowed upon me. I was fortunate enough to lead troops to defend against the Jin invaders outside Yanshan, and I was honored to fight alongside you all in the northern expedition. However, I listened to slander and blinded myself, causing you all to die in vain. I have no face to see the Holy Emperor again!"

"Iron Broken Army has fought alongside me for five years. Now, he fights with me one last time to kill the enemy. I will meet you all at the Shrine of Loyal Martyrs!"

After he finished speaking, his trusted generals were already in tears.

Each person's face was as resolute as if it had been carved by a knife and axe.

The Jin army was charging rapidly ahead. Yao Xiong brandished his longsword and shouted, "Iron Breaker Army! If there is an afterlife, I will never fail you again! This time, come with me to repay the Emperor's kindness!"

His words were both heroic and filled with sorrow.

"Zhan Jundu! Chen Jundu! You two, lead your men and break through the enemy's defenses from the middle. I will defeat the enemy for you two!"

Without waiting for Zhan Du and Chen Gou to say anything, Yao Xiong shouted loudly, "Young men with lofty ambitions! The Great Song Dynasty has an iron will! We will not return until the Xiongnu are defeated! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"

The Song soldiers, who were still in shock just moments before, have now recovered.

Pairs of bright, piercing eyes fixed firmly on their commander.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"

A majestic voice rang out across the vast plain, carrying a tragic and heroic tone.