The scout had already reported Princess Changle’s movements to him. That Little Princess left the Yan people’s camp at midnight with a team of guards, and afterward her whereabouts became unknown.

Perhaps Rong Baoyi was Rong Heng’s greatest reliance, however, Wei Junzhuo was certain that the nearest city would take at least two days to deploy troops to this place.

This time, it was the Yan Army who had left their homeland to launch a long-distance attack on Qingzhou. The entire Qi Country was already filled with scouts arranged by him, so even if that woman could indeed bring reinforcements back, the Wei Army could directly retreat to the city and continue to hold Qingzhou firmly.

In any case, Rong Heng had lost. With the Dingyuan Army cavalry present, he could preserve his life if he withdrew, and Wei Country would not pursue. But if he insisted on rescuing those people of Su Yi and didn’t withdraw...

What good is fighting until your resources are exhausted?

Wei Junzhuo recalled the military report he received long ago; Lu Jian had died at Rong Heng’s hands.

He was his most valued disciple, yet he died on the battlefield for him, gave up the chance to live for him, and even looked toward Bian at the moment of his death.

In Lu Jian’s heart, his master was omnipotent, and he definitely believed that there would be a major victory for Wei Country.

Yet, at that time, he failed, didn’t let Lu Jian see the victory he longed to see.

This time, he will not let him be disappointed.

With Wei Junzhuo’s questioning, the battlefield finally calmed somewhat. The border army from the Southern Border, which initially encountered the Wei Army’s assault, quickly adjusted and drew closer to Rong Heng’s Commander’s Chariot. The iron cavalry of the Dingyuan Army, led by Mu Jun, also confronted the five thousand Wei Country cavalry.

However, the numbers on both sides were still vastly different.

Rong Heng and Wei Junzhuo were not too far apart, separated by fluttering snowflakes and countless soldiers. Rong Heng silently stared at those sharp golden eyes in the snowstorm, like a hawk.

The hotter his inner emotions became, the calmer his expression grew.

Rong Heng curled his lips and said word by word:

"How could Dayan’s soldiers abandon their comrades and retreat? Since you think I will withdraw, then... let’s continue."

In Wei Junzhuo’s surprised gaze, the Yan Country’s Commander’s Chariot moved forward once again!

The war drums sound, snowflakes fly wildly, charging straight to the heavens!

With a long shout from Mu Jun, who led the cavalry, he took off his helmet, letting his auburn long hair wave in the wind, coated with pure white snowflakes.

Geng Gong followed close behind him, firmly gripping the silver spear in his hand, his slightly youthful face resolute and serious.

"I shall carry out your orders. Let these Wei Country cowardly wastrels, take a good look at the magnificence of Dayan’s Dingyuan Army! All units, advance into battle!" Mu Jun roared.

"Cover the Dingyuan Army, protect the Prince!"

This time, Wei Junzhuo was finally certain... Rong Heng truly had no intention of retreating; Yan Country wanted to fight them to the death here!

"Since you insist on coming to send yourself to your death, then don’t blame me for being ruthless." Wei Junzhuo said coldly.

"Cavalry, disperse. Infantry, form a phalanx and press forward, resist Dingyuan Army’s charge, then swallow them whole!"

With Wei Junzhuo’s order, the cavalry in front of him divided into two groups, like an expanding semicircular pouch, enveloping the Yan Army ahead.

A vast number of infantry then raised their long spears and shields, formed a battle formation, and resisted the charge of Dingyuan Army.

Infantry facing cavalry, though naturally at a disadvantage, but with only over three thousand Dingyuan soldiers charging head-on, as long as the numerically superior Wei Country infantry held their formation, blocked their initial charge, and stuck fast to these cavalry, they would be trapped in the snare.

Wei Junzhuo deeply understood that the Wei cavalry, formed just a year prior, was absolutely no match for Dingyuan Army. Instead, they should disperse, have light cavalry flank the formation, constantly watch Rong Heng’s movements.

If Rong Heng indeed held a reserve force, they could also swiftly retreat to the city under cavalry cover.

"Aren’t Yan people always fond of overcoming strength with weakness? Well, I will show you, in the face of absolute power, all tactics are futile." Wei Junzhuo murmured quietly.

At this moment in winter, the moat outside Qingzhou City had already frozen into a thick layer of ice, the open ground outside the city gate was small, only Mu Jun led the charge, like a burning spear, thrusting straight into Wei Country infantry’s spear formation.

In an instant, the charging Dingyuan Army cavalry surged forward like a black ancient torrent from prehistoric times, flooding everything in its path.

Black and white; like bold strokes on a pristine canvas of heaven and earth, bursting forth with the ultimate hues.