"Kill them all! Kill them all!"

The wicked man's eyes instantly turned cold and ruthless. He raised his gleaming sword high and charged straight into the crowd.

In the distance, Meng Tian and Wang Li, who arrived late, happened to see the wicked husband rush into the crowd. They were extremely anxious. "Oh no, our elder brother has entered! How are we supposed to gain merit now?"

Upon hearing the sound, Mu'erxiao suddenly turned around and saw two more Qin armies approaching. His heart clenched in fright, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that their numbers were still small.

"You scared the hell out of me! These Qin people love to play these kinds of tricks and schemes."

He assumed this was a feint by the Qin army, and the unease in his heart dissipated considerably. Moreover, the troops' equipment looked different from the ones currently fighting against their own people, so they were probably not elite.

The primary objective now is to eliminate this elite Qin army; the remaining Qin troops are not a threat at all.

"Fellow tribesmen, do not panic. The Qin army is small in number and is just playing tricks. We will first wipe out their elite troops and then cut off their reinforcements."

The Huanrong people visibly calmed down and launched a fierce attack on the Black Dragon Armor Army under the command of their chieftain, Mu'erxiao. Even though their people fell in droves like wheat being harvested, they still launched the attack without fear.

Putting aside their rudimentary equipment, their fierce and fearless expressions only made the wicked man's heart grow even colder.

"These wolf cubs... as long as their race cannot be completely wiped out, they will never give up their desire to invade China."

Moved by his actions, the wicked man's murderous intent deepened, and he secretly vowed to take advantage of his moment of strength to completely wipe out the northern barbarians.