"Cang Ya said we could hold out for an incense stick's time; there's still plenty of time, enough for me to lead the tribe out of the siege."
"But only the elite..."
Wu Ge glanced at the old and young of the Barbarian Tribe hiding at the rear, a trace of ruthlessness flickering in his eyes.
With the situation so dire, sacrifices had to be made. Bringing along these old, weak, women, and children would only slow down the march. It's better to make use of them as bait to stall the pursuit of the Great Yuan Army!
"We'll split into two groups. The warriors of the Grey Forest Banner will head south with me, while the Stone Vine Banner will lead all relatives into the mountains to evade the pursuers!"
Upon hearing this, the people of the Stone Vine Banner instantly looked displeased.
The greatest advantage of the Barbarian Tribe lies in their riding skills, which only allow them to gain distance on the plains. Once in the mountains, there's no escape, especially not with that group of burdens.
Saying it's to evade pursuers, in reality, it's sending them to death!
"Lord Wu Ge, this doesn't seem reasonable!" someone raised an objection.
"Are you questioning my decision?"
Wu Ge squinted his eyes and swept over the crowd.
Confronted with his cold eyes, everyone lowered their heads.
The leader of the Stone Vine Banner, Saqi, had already fallen, and the Witch Cang Ya was restrained. Now, no one could defy Wu Ge.
However, just then, the red light permeating the air suddenly dissipated, and the endless power within their bodies rapidly faded.
"What's happening?"
Wu Ge turned his head, his pupils suddenly contracting!
He saw Cang Ya, covered in blood, lying on the ground, life or death unknown.
A tall young man was walking slowly toward them, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached Wu Ge's ears, "It's a good idea, but unfortunately, none of you will leave today."
Wu Ge's hair stood on end, a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. Ignoring the soldiers charging in, he shouted loudly, "Quick, stop him!"
"Hoorah!"
Several Barbarian Tribe warriors charged forward wielding long knives.
But barely a few steps out, their long knives suddenly slipped out of their hands, spinning in mid-air before directly severing their necks!
Heads fell to the ground, rolling away far, while their bodies surged several meters forward before collapsing, blood gushing out unchecked!
"All together!"
The Barbarian Tribe realized something was amiss and surrounded Chen Mo, intending to hack him to pieces with random blows.
"This is not how you use a knife..."
Chen Mo shook his head. The weapons in everyone's hands started vibrating simultaneously, as if drawn by something. Even with all their might to hold them, they broke free, whirling around him to form a steel tempest.
Swish, swish, swish—
Several streaks of cold light shot out, beheading all the surrounding Barbarian Tribe!
Chen Mo's clothes fluttered as he strolled amongst the crowd with his hands behind his back, as if taking a leisurely walk.
The thousands of weapons seemed to possess a life of their own, whizzing through the air like ruthless killing machines, accurately harvesting the lives of the Barbarian Tribe.

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