"Report—!"

The Qin soldiers sent back by the wicked man rushed to the county government office and informed Meng Ao of the arrival of the Zhao army.

When Meng Ao learned that his wicked husband was actually standing alone in front of thousands of troops, his heart pounded, fearing that something might happen to him. He immediately ordered Meng Wu to personally lead three Qin soldiers to support and welcome him.

Meng Ao highly valued E'fu's performance in the battle to quell the rebellion in Jinyang. However, E'fu was ultimately young and impetuous, brave but also prone to putting himself in danger, which greatly troubled Meng Ao.

Meng Wu was equally worried about the wicked husband, so he immediately dispatched 30,000 elite troops to go out of the city to welcome him. He now regarded the wicked husband as one of the future pillars of his son and the Meng family, and he would not allow any accidents to happen to him.

......

"Brothers, speed up! The Zhao army is catching up!" The wicked man suddenly shouted, slapping his warhorse hard on the rump. The horse, in pain, suddenly accelerated.

His hearing was terrifying; amidst the sound of their own horses' hooves, he could clearly hear the faint sounds of hooves and shouts coming from behind.

"drive!!"

The soldiers also began to speed up, not caring about falling off their horses, only wanting to get back to Jinyang City as quickly as possible. Judging from what they had just done to the Zhao army, their fate if captured was self-evident.

However, they were ultimately no match for the experienced Zhao cavalry. The two sides were closing the distance, and the bright daylight allowed the Zhao army to clearly see the backs of Efu and his men.

"Haha, soldiers, speed up!" Zhao Si's face showed a look of ecstasy. He wanted to see what those few hundred Qin soldiers in front of him were capable of, that they could make Ye Qing's five thousand soldiers cry for their parents.

As the two groups pursued and fled, they drew ever closer to Jinyang City.

"You son of a bitch Zhao Jun, you haven't suffered enough yet!" Chased like rabbits by Zhao Jun, the evil man was filled with rage. If he had three or five thousand men, he would have dared to turn around and fight.

Just then, a deafening sound of hooves came from the horizon ahead, like a dark torrent approaching, with the black banners of the Qin army fluttering in the wind.

Seeing his reinforcements arrive, the wicked man became excited and roared at the top of his lungs, "Damn it, brothers, let's turn around and take down Zhao's army!"

"kill--!"

The newly recruited soldiers, including Tie Niu, suddenly became excited. They had finally got a chance to earn military merits. They didn't even consider how outrageous it would be to charge 30,000 men with only 500 men!

Zhao Si also spotted the Qin army approaching from afar. After a moment's thought, he coldly uttered, "Kill—!"

"After annihilating this Qin army of several hundred men, retreat. Do not engage the Qin army in a direct confrontation."

Ultimately, it was his greed for credit that made him reluctant to give up the Qin army squad of several hundred men he had just wiped out; he figured he could simply eliminate them and then retreat.

He was absolutely certain that the hundreds of Qin soldiers would not be able to withstand the attack for even a few breaths before being turned into mincemeat under the iron hooves of the Zhao army.

But reality then slapped him hard in the face.

The wicked man charged ahead, sword in hand, his face beaming with excitement. Behind him, the Qin soldiers roared with even greater fervor than the wicked man.

"Have they gone mad?" Zhao Si stared in disbelief, for a moment almost thinking that there were only a few hundred people on his side.

"Die!" The wicked husband was like a tiger descending from the mountain, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura. The sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and with a swing, three heads fell to the ground.

"Kill them!"

With a roar from the wicked man, the five hundred Qin soldiers seemed to be infused with boundless power. They forgot their fear and only knew to follow the wicked man's fierce attack. As they swung their swords, blood splattered everywhere.

If one could look down from a high vantage point, one would see that these few hundred men of the evil man were like pillars stabilizing the sea, forcefully blocking the Zhao army in front of them and preventing them from advancing an inch.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Si felt a chill run down his spine. He had never seen such a frenzied army before, and even he, known for his bravery, was shocked at this moment.

However, being a seasoned general, he quickly regained his composure and shouted, "Hold the line! Hold the line!"

However, Zhao Jun's morale wavered at this moment!

The Qin soldiers seemed to feel no pain, offered no defense, and fought entirely by trading wounds for wounds and risking their lives. Their scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent and hysterical madness.

"This... how is this possible?" Zhao Si stared wide-eyed in disbelief; he had never seen such a tenacious army.

However, reality did not allow him much time to think. Before he could capture the wicked man immediately, the Qin army was already surging in from afar like a tide. He could tell at a glance that the number of the approaching army was no less than his own.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Zhao Si finally realized the gravity of the situation and shouted loudly, trying to get the army to retreat immediately.

Seeing this, the wicked man smirked coldly. He raised his sword high and shouted, "Brothers, these bastards have been chasing us for so long, we can't let them get away like this!"

Although he knew that five hundred men could not possibly stop tens of thousands of Zhao soldiers, why not take advantage of their retreat and lack of will to fight to gain some military merit?

Zhao Jun failed to capture them immediately and instead suffered heavy casualties, causing their morale to plummet. The reinforcements surging from behind them only added to their fear, and a chaotic retreat would only result in their deaths!

Led by the wicked man, the five hundred Qin soldiers charged down the mountain like tigers, unstoppable. They plunged into the Zhao army, their sharp weapons reaping the lives of Zhao soldiers.

The Zhao soldiers fell one after another, their cries of pain and screams rising and falling, but none of their comrades offered a helping hand; they only cared about their own escape.

At the same time, the Qin cavalry had already rushed close. Seeing that the evil man was unharmed, Meng Wu was relieved and then roared, "Crossbows, fire!"

"Swish...swish..."

Arrows flew over the heads of Efu and his men, whistling through the air as they hurtled towards the fleeing Zhao army.

"ah..."

In an instant, countless Zhao soldiers fell from their horses. Some of the unlucky ones, whose injuries were not fatal, were trampled to death by their own horses.

"Brothers, keep chasing! These are all battle merits!" The wicked man roared with all his might, still wanting to continue the pursuit.

Just then, Meng Wu suddenly roared, "You wicked man, why don't you stop?"

The wicked man hesitated, his anger still simmering. He was reluctant, but military orders could not be disobeyed, so he had no choice but to rein in his horse.

At this moment, Zhao's army completely collapsed. They abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in all directions, leaving behind only a desolate battlefield and countless fallen corpses.

Meng Wu rode forward, his face grim, and reprimanded, "Have you lost your mind, brat? Do you want to lead your men to their deaths?"

Wanting to make a name for oneself is a good thing, and it's one thing to disregard one's own life or death, but this kid doesn't even care about the lives of his subordinates.

No matter what, those were tens of thousands of Zhao soldiers. Where did that wicked man get the courage to lead only five hundred men to chase after the deserters?

"The wicked man knows his mistake, General, you are right!" The wicked man's face was serious, knowing that Meng Wu meant well. He secretly reminded himself that not everyone had such a terrifying body, lest he harm his soldiers in the future.