The two armies faced off on a vast plain, with dark clouds gathering in the sky, as if foreshadowing an impending bloody storm.

The Wei army's long, single-line formation resembled a giant python poised to strike, quietly coiled on the horizon.

The vanguard at the head of the formation, equipped with gleaming spears and indestructible shields, had eyes burning with a thirst for victory, like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts.

At the rear of the formation, the cavalrymen rode their warhorses, wielding bows and longswords. Their sharp eyes, like those of falcons, were ready to tear through the enemy's defenses at any moment. They were the sharp blades of the Wei army, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

The central Wuji Earth element, guarded by veteran generals from the Wei army, is like the heart of the formation, directing the operation of the entire Long Serpent Formation. Their deep eyes seem to see through every corner of the battlefield.

On the high ground, Ma Chao stood, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing through the fog of the battlefield as he surveyed the enemy's formation.

He knew that to break the long snake formation, he had to first restrict its mobility.

At Ma Chao's command, his cavalry phalanx sprang into action, their movements swift and precise, designed to restrict the enemy's mobility.

The battle horn sounded like the call of death, and a cold, decisive glint flashed in Ma Chao's eyes.

He brandished his lance and pointed it forward. The cavalry detachment shot off like arrows, shattering the silence of the battlefield. The sound of their hooves thundered across the land.

The cavalrymen, clad in light armor, long swords in hand, their faces etched with determination and resolve.

They moved with lightning speed, instantly charging into the Wei army's long, serpentine formation, with a clear objective—to cut this python-like formation into three sections, preventing it from supporting itself.

Ma Chao's cavalry, like sharp swords, aimed directly at the vital points of the long snake formation.

They skillfully evaded the Wei army's counterattack and, with lightning speed, cut the long snake formation into three pieces.

The front, the rear, and the core of the formation—three parts that were originally closely connected—have now become isolated and helpless.

The Wei soldiers' eyes were filled with confusion and panic.

They watched their companions being separated, and a sense of unease welled up within them.

A young soldier, his face still bearing traces of childishness, his hands trembled, the spear in his grasp seeming as heavy as a thousand pounds.

On the battlefield, dust swirled, blood stained the ground, and firelight illuminated the soldiers' contorted faces. The shouts of battle were deafening, the clanging of weapons incessant; each impact was like the tolling of death's bell, signaling the end of lives.

The Wei soldiers struggled in panic, trying to regroup, but Ma Chao's troops launched wave after wave of attacks, leaving them no chance to breathe.

The head, tail, and core of the long snake formation are now unable to coordinate effectively; they can only fight individually and struggle to hold on.

Ma Chao's tactics have been effective, and his troops are gradually chipping away at the Wei army's positions.

The situation on the battlefield has become clear: the Shu army has gained an absolute advantage.

Meanwhile, the morale of the Wei army is rapidly collapsing.

Cutting and segmenting have completely broken the long, serpentine formation.

Ma Chao's wisdom and courage gave his troops the advantage in this battle.

As for the Wei army, their defeat was inevitable; they could only struggle desperately under Ma Chao's iron hooves.

When the last vestige of resistance in the long snake formation was crushed, Ma Chao's troops erupted in thunderous cheers.

Sima Yi's face was ashen, and his lips were pressed into a cold arc.

His fists were clenched so tightly that they almost crushed his knuckles.

"I never expected Ma Chao to be so brave!"

Knowing how to break through a formation is one thing, but actually doing it is very difficult.

To break through an enemy formation, one must not only possess exceptional martial arts skills and command abilities, but also have rich combat experience; otherwise, it is simply impossible.

In the brief exchange, Ma Chao perfectly demonstrated his abilities and seized the perfect opportunity to break through the enemy's formation.

"Such a battle formation, you dare to show it off? It's truly laughable." Zhuge Liang's sarcastic remarks interrupted Sima Yi's thoughts.

Sima Yi gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Zhuge Liang: "Zhuge Liang, you're just relying on Ma Mengqi's power!"

Zhuge Liang sneered, then said, "My Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation is complete. Do you dare to try and break it?"

"Your mere Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation is easily broken with a flick of the finger!" Sima Yi said arrogantly.

Although Zhuge Liang broke through his long snake formation, it was because of Ma Chao's bravery.

Now, Sima Yi is also confident that he can break Zhuge Liang's formation, even faster and easier.

"Then please," Zhuge Liang said calmly.

Sima Yi stood on the high observation platform, his eyes blazing as he gazed at the Shu army's camp.

"Who dares to break the formation?" Sima Yi said in a deep voice.

The old general Yu Jin, standing beside him, frowned and said, "General, Zhuge Liang is full of cunning schemes. Are we really going to take this risk?"

Sima Yi smiled slightly, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Zhuge Liang may be wise, but I can break this formation. Today, I will make his Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation a disgrace to him."

His words exuded confidence, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

"This humble general, Zhang Xiu, is willing to break this formation!"

Zhang Xiu is also a veteran general who has fought in many battles, so he is the most suitable person to break through the enemy lines!

"Very well, I'll have you lead five thousand troops to break through the formation!"

At Sima Yi's command, Zhang Xiu led five thousand cavalrymen like arrows released from a bow, galloping towards the Shu army. The sound of their hooves thundered, shaking the earth.

"Who is here to break the formation?" Zhuge Liang asked.

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, it seems to be Zhang Xiu!" Xu Huang replied.

He and Zhang Xiu were old acquaintances, having faced off against each other on the battlefield many times.

"Prime Minister, this man is incredibly brave; his spear is no less powerful than Meng Qi's," Xu Huang warned with some concern.

But Zhuge Liang sneered and said, "It doesn't matter, I never said it was the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation!"

When the Wei army charged into the Shu army's position, they found that things were not as simple as they had imagined.

On the Shu army's battlefield, there seemed to be some mysterious force controlling everything.

Five thousand elite cavalry charged into the position, only to find themselves trapped in a huge maze, with enemies seemingly waiting for them from every direction.

The eight gates that Sima Yi had previously instructed them to establish were all nowhere to be seen, and a huge disc-shaped formation appeared before them.

The formation contained countless weapons, shields, and other objects, which blocked the Wei army's view.

The Wei cavalry weaved through the area, but could not find an exit or understand their surroundings.

The Wei army wandered around inside for a long time, still unsure of which direction to break out in.

"Oh no! This is a trap set by Zhuge Liang!"

Zhang Xiu realized at this moment that this was not the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation at all!

They fell for the trap.

Zhang Xiu immediately ordered the entire army to retreat, but unfortunately, their retreat route had been completely cut off!