The battle cries ahead were deafening, but Xu Chu, this warmonger, could only helplessly unleash his ultimate attack in the darkness, a situation that was incredibly unpleasant.

"My lord, shall I, Old Xu, go and kill people?"

Lin Mo didn't speak, but calmly shook his head.

This action made Xu Chu so anxious that he stomped his feet.

Shortly afterward, a cavalryman galloped up and reported: "Your Highness, our army has suffered more than half its casualties, and the soldiers cannot hold on any longer!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately stood up. "General Wu, I will allocate three thousand elite troops to you to provide support!"

General Wu raised his long sword, loudly agreed, and led the team away.

Xu Chu, "???"

"My lord, what do you mean? Why won't you let old Xu go?"

"It's not time yet, let's wait a little longer!" Lin Mo said.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Xu Chu asked anxiously.

"Am I the lord, or are you the lord?" Lin Mo asked.

Seeing the complicated expressions on the faces of the generals, he offered a few words of comfort, "You have all worked very hard just now, please rest for a while longer."

Upon hearing this, Xu Chu dared not say anything more.

Not long after General Wu went up, shouts arose, indicating that the battle between the two sides was fierce.

After a while, just when Xu Chu was about to go crazy from holding it in.

Seeing that everyone had regained their energy, Lin Mo gave the order, "Qin Liangyu, you lead 20,000 elite troops to ambush in the east. Xu Chu, you lead 20,000 troops to ambush in the west."

Then, he drew his Dragon Slayer Sword and swung it, shouting, "Everyone else, follow me and kill the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Chu excitedly raised his double axes and clashed them together, letting out a deafening roar, "Kill! Kill the enemy!"

The generals, escorted by their personal guards, charged forward, their battle cries growing louder as they went.

As they approached, a resounding clang of metal clashing against metal filled the air.

The Xia warriors were seen bravely guarding several wooden bridges on a tributary of the Anyang River.

Meanwhile, their enemies, Viking berserkers with bizarre painted faces, charged forward relentlessly to seize the bridge.

Seeing this, Lin Mo waved his hand and shouted, "Great Xia soldiers, listen to my command, stand back!"

"Retreat?" The Xia general was stunned when he heard this.

However, military orders are absolute, and one has no choice but to obey!

So the Xia warriors guarding the bridge retreated to both sides.

In an instant, thousands of Viking berserkers surged across the bridge like a tidal wave.

Their heavy footsteps rolled in like thunder, causing the already shaky wooden bridge to creak and groan, as if it might collapse at any moment under their immense force.

At this moment, a general from the Great Xia Dynasty seemed to have guessed something.

"Your Highness, what is your plan..."

Lin Mo's lips curled up slightly. When half of the Viking troops had arrived, he raised his arm and shouted, "Take the timber!"

Beneath the dense riverbanks lay hundreds of elite Xia soldiers, gripping the reins tightly, awaiting orders. The wooden beams of the bridge had already been cleverly loosened and securely tied to the horses with thick ropes.

At the command, the soldiers would release the reins and urge the horses forward.

At the command, the horses broke free of their restraints and charged forward wildly.

In an instant, the wooden beams were ripped out by a violent pull, and the wooden bridge snapped with a deafening roar, as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked open. On the bridge, thousands of Viking warriors were caught off guard and fell into the raging river.

The river churned, mercilessly separating the Viking forces. They gazed at each other across the water, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Former comrades-in-arms could only watch helplessly as the other struggled in the turbulent waves, unable to offer a helping hand. At this moment, the cruelty and ruthlessness of war were laid bare.

But something even more painful was about to happen to the Vikings.

Lin Mo waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"

The order was given, and the troops that had been lying in ambush on both sides launched a surprise attack, with Xu Chu, who had been holding back all day, leading the charge!

He wielded the "Pangu's Axe," moving with unparalleled speed, hacking and slashing the Viking warriors to pieces.

But the Vikings were all seasoned warriors, and even in the chaos, they obeyed their leader's command, quickly assembled, and formed ranks.

Seeing this, Lin Mo called out again, "Xu Chu, come back!"

The Xia soldiers charged to within a few hundred paces of the Viking shield formation, then suddenly stopped.

Then Lin Mo waved his hand again.

Suddenly, a series of deafening booms and rumbles filled the air, accompanied by billowing black smoke, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

It turns out that all of this was Lin Mo's ingenious plan.

Based on the map, he had already laid numerous ambushes along the only road leading to Anyang City.

On both sides of the Anyang River, powerful catapults were deployed, ready to launch a fatal attack at this moment.

The boulders hurtled in like objects from outer space, each impact accompanied by a storm of blood and gore. Under this relentless onslaught, the Viking warriors were thrown into chaos, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and the entire force descended into confusion and panic.

The Vikings were caught off guard by this sudden attack and were in dire straits. They fled in all directions, but it seemed they had nowhere to hide.

Lin Mo's killing moves weren't limited to these, but then he shouted, "Release the arrows! Release the arrows!"

The archers on both sides, like crows before a storm, drew their bows, nocked their arrows, and prepared to fire. At a command, a volley of arrows was unleashed, like a torrential downpour that blotted out the sky.

Arrows rained down like locusts, while boulders rained down from the sky, as if to smash everything to pieces.

Arrows and boulders clashed, creating a deathly barrage.

Under this intense barrage, the Vikings were trapped in a desperate situation, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide. Some tried to swim upstream, while others plunged directly into the turbulent river, their fate unknown.

The remaining Vikings were routed and were soon annihilated by the Bactrian soldiers.

The riverbanks were littered with corpses, weapons, flags, and animal skin coats!

The Viking soldiers on the other side were terrified.

Bjorn the Brave knew that they had lost this battle, and lost completely.

So, despite his reluctance, he had no choice but to order a retreat to Anyang County.

"Trying to escape?" Lin Mo sneered. "Not a chance!"

He raised his arm and shouted, "All soldiers, heed my command! I order you to rebuild the wooden bridge within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Then cross the river and pursue these Viking savages!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Then, the Great Xia engineering troops immediately cut down timber from the forests on both sides and repaired the wooden bridge at an extremely fast pace.

"Cross the river and pursue!" Lin Mo gave the order, and the Great Xia army crossed the river in an orderly fashion, chasing after the Viking raiders who had invaded Great Xia!

The residents of Anyang City had long since evacuated, and only Bjorn's other brother (he had three brothers!) was left to guard the city with several thousand warriors.

Soon after, Bjorn retreated from the Anyang River and reunited with his brothers in the city.

Before he could catch his breath, the Boneless One arrived with over a hundred remaining soldiers.

Bjorn was filled with shock and anger as he thought about how he had suffered so much.

But then, he suddenly heard a report from his subordinate.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! There's a fire!"

"What?" Bjorn was completely shocked!