The sun blazed down, and a murderous aura filled the air, dispersing even the stray clouds in the sky, leaving only a growing, restless heat.

The soldiers of the two armies stood in formation, their armor glinting coldly under the scorching sun, the atmosphere so heavy it was suffocating.

The young general, clad in silver armor, sat tall upon a magnificent horse. His posture was straight, his expression steady, and his gaze swept calmly over the dark mass of the enemy ranks. He showed no fear in the face of the threat; instead, it only fueled his fighting spirit, and a chilling aura from years on the battlefield radiated from him.

He deftly spun the long spear in one hand, creating a perfect floral pattern before coming to a provocative halt, pointing it straight at the enemy general. His voice was loud and clear, carrying the arrogant, fearless spirit of youth as it rang across the front lines: "You have raised your troops to invade our lands and harm our people. Today, I shall ensure none of you return alive!"

From the enemy ranks, a general galloped forward. With a distorted face and a loud laugh, he clearly didn't take the young commander seriously. He let out a beastly roar in a raspy voice—

"Arrogant brat, enough talk! Today, my army will trample your camp and take your head!"

As he spoke, shouts erupted from the enemy ranks, and the sound of clashing weapons was incessant.

The cold light in Qin Zhuo's eyes intensified, but a mocking smile played on his lips. He lightly tugged the reins, and his steed reared up with a long neigh. Then, he shouted his command: "Soldiers, protect our home and country! Follow me to meet the enemy!"

His soldiers responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. They raised their weapons high and charged forward on their horses, a wave of unstoppable killing intent rushing toward the enemy camp!

Seeing this, the enemy general roared and pointed his sword at Qin Zhuo: "Kill!"

With the commands from both generals, dust swirled and killing intent saturated the air. The soldiers of both sides instantly clashed, and the scene became like a massive meat grinder, with blood and limbs flying everywhere. An epic battle had begun!

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The long spear thrust out like a ray of light, aimed straight at the nearest enemy soldier. Before the soldier could react, the cold, gleaming tip had pierced his throat, and blood gushed out!

Qin Zhuo's expression remained unchanged. With a twist of his wrist, he let the blood spray from the spear as it pulled out, staining his silver armor red. The soldier fell to the ground, his breath gone.

Enemy soldiers swarmed from behind, their blades swinging down together, but they failed to faze Qin Zhuo or his horse. The fierce young general merely glanced sideways, maneuvering his horse with the agility of a tiger. With a clean sweep of his spear, two or three more soldiers had their throats slashed. They fell as corpses before they could even scream.

In almost an instant, a small mountain of enemy corpses had piled up before him. The surviving enemies around him looked on in horror, as if seeing Yama reincarnated, and their movements to surround Qin Zhuo became hesitant.

But Qin Zhuo only looked down at them with no mercy in his eyes. He squeezed his horse's flanks, and the steed leaped into the air, nimbly clearing the pile of bodies. With another deft movement, he pierced an enemy's abdomen and used the momentum to toss the corpse aside, knocking over an archer who was trying to ambush him from the side.

In just a few breaths, he had carved out a bloody clearing around himself!

In the distance, the enemy general was furious. He rode forward, swinging his blade toward Qin Zhuo's face. The blade's wind was sharp, carrying the stench of blood from other corpses, determined to cut Qin Zhuo down!

Facing such an attack, Qin Zhuo remained calm. He spun his spear with both hands, holding it horizontally to block. The metal weapons collided with a piercing screech, causing the spear in Qin Zhuo's hands to vibrate and hum. His horse was pushed back a few steps.

But then, without a moment's pause, Qin Zhuo leaned back, using his core strength to spin the spear again. From an unexpected angle, it thrust into the enemy general's left shoulder blade as fast as a swimming dragon.

The general cried out in pain and tried to swing his blade in a counter-attack.

But Qin Zhuo would not give his enemy any room to breathe!

With a fierce look in his eyes, he applied force to his wrist, driving the spear deeper. Then, gripping it with both hands, he ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) violently wrenched it upward. The spearhead tore through the enemy's left shoulder armor, and flesh and blood splattered to the ground!

In the next moment, Qin Zhuo exerted force again, pulling the reins to turn his horse. The steed seemed to possess a soul of its own, calmly turning to coordinate with its master's attack.

As Qin Zhuo thrust his spear out once more, the weapon accurately found a gap in the general's compromised armor, piercing through from the left and stabbing straight into his heart!

"Puchi!"

The spear entering flesh made a soft, muffled sound, but amidst the shouts and slaughter of the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed the quiet passing of a life.

The fierce general's eyes bulged. The heavy blade he had raised to strike slowly dropped, the light in his eyes fading away. His tall, sturdy body slumped powerlessly against Qin Zhuo's spear.

A formidable enemy general had fallen in just two moves against Qin Zhuo, ending his life in such a miserable fashion.

What a shocking result!

Yet, such an achievement was not worth mentioning in Qin Zhuo's eyes.

The young general simply withdrew his spear and watched coldly as the corpse fell from the horse. With a flick of his wrist, the blood on the spear was shaken off, leaving it bright and sharp again as if it had never taken a life. Only the blood-soaked armor on his body bore witness to the brutality of the fight.

But he didn't care. His gaze swept calmly over the remaining enemy troops, and he shouted: "Your general is dead! Those who resist will be executed on the spot!"

As soon as he finished, his own soldiers' morale soared, and they echoed: "Resisters die! Those who surrender live! Drop your weapons and surrender now!"

At that moment, their shouts shook the earth and sky, and even the heavens seemed to change color as a layer of gloom settled over them!

...

This battle scene was the largest, most crowded, and most difficult one since Emperor Chen's coronation ceremony, and it was equally important.

Xiao He was the focus of attention. He spent every waking moment practicing. From having his head repeatedly hit by the spear prop to being able to perform clean spear flourishes, it took Xiao He less than a day.

It was enough to make the Martial Arts Director's eyes turn red with emotion.

And that wasn't even the most important part.

The people on set could actually be managed. After repeated rehearsals and explanations, the extras basically understood the situation and knew how to act.

However, besides people, there were also animals on set.

Specifically, the war horses.

After all, humans and animals do not speak the same language.

Some things can be explained to people, but not necessarily to horses!