Why do I have so many masters?

Everyone found their mounts, all spirits a touch subdued.

Baili Feng swept a glance across the crowd, pursed his lips, and repeated in a solemn voice:

"The Great Qin Army is in such a state, intelligence must be sent back."

No one spoke.

On the other side of this gently curving hillock, not far away, the sounds of ferocious combat grew more intense, the brusque roars in the Great Qin dialect carried over by the cold wind descending from the peaks of Snow Mountain.

How can it be said we are without clothes.

Baili Feng scanned the twenty-five Iron Cavalry riders, folded the white silk filled with intelligence, and a bizarre thought rose unbidden in his mind—this was perhaps his most extraordinary performance since his studies began; if the Master saw it, he might be very fond of it.

He smiled, then the smile faded, his expression became slightly more solemn as he looked at these Iron Cavalry of the Qin Army and spoke in a measured tone:

"Let the youngest come forward."

His voice, mingling with the north wind, had a hard-to-describe solemnity that made the subdued Iron Cavalry involuntarily look up, a glint of light in their deep-set eyes.

A young cavalryman with a boyish face stepped out. He had already guessed something, his blood boiling yet filled with reluctance, and looking at Baili Feng, he blurted out:

"I'm older than you."

Baili Feng laughed, replying:

"But my rank is higher than yours."

"But..."

"Great Qin's Northern Garrison's third-rank rider, Sha Boyuan."

The soldier still wanted to say something, but Baili Feng suddenly quickened his tone, causing the other to instinctively straighten up and reply:

"Acknowledged!"

Baili Feng, holding the white silk, gave a punch that only gently tapped the Iron Cavalry's chest, speaking softly:

"Take it back."

"This is more important than our lives."

Sha Boyuan opened his mouth, saying:

"Sir..."

Baili Feng had already turned away, mounting his horse, and spoke calmly:

"The rest of you, mount up."

"Sheathe the swords, take your Horse Spears."

The Great Qin Iron Cavalry were equipped with Strong Bows, Waist Sabers, Horse Spears, and thirteen Arrows.

The remaining twenty-four Great Qin Iron Cavalry lowered their voices and responded in a deep tone.

Their voices were low, yet thunderous.

"Acknowledged!"

The mounts of the Great Qin Army slowly ascended, and the enemy across them, engrossed in battle, had yet to notice them.

Baili Feng took a deep breath, his right hand directly gripping the Mo Blade behind him—a weapon originally for infantry combat, but in the hands of his lineage, it was different, equally lethal on horseback.

The Iron Cavalry behind him followed closely, Horse Spears in hand, remaining silent.

Baili Feng looked towards the embattled field and pursed his lips.

His gaze concentrated on the opposing commander; to swiftly end the battle, the latter had already dispatched a large number of soldiers directly towards the Qin Army's camp, leaving the defenses around the Commander's Flag somewhat sparse.

A strategy to break the encirclement had already formed in his mind.

However, the lives of himself and the twenty-four riders behind him were likely to be forfeit. He found himself almost foolishly, like a moth to a flame, rushing towards stupidity. Yet his body merely raised the Mo Blade ever so slightly, his demeanor grave and resolute.

Baili Feng pursed his lips, intending to say something to inspire the morale of the Great Qin Iron Soldiers one last time, unsure how to begin, he broke the silence with:

"This is Great Qin's frontier."

"Every watchtower and camp below, is built on the blood and bones of our Qin people. Though the domain of Great Qin is vast, not half a step should be conceded…"

His voice gradually deepened.

Baili Feng couldn't help but mock himself inwardly.

This line had long been written in military texts; everyone was familiar with it. In this, he was no different from those Masters in the Academy who stuck to the book.

After a moment's thought, he simply lifted the Mo Blade.

Gazing at the battlefield he was about to join—or perhaps Hell—with no trace of fear, he whispered quietly:

"How can it be said we are without clothes…"

The Iron Cavalry behind him responded, their Horse Spears and Spears raised.

"We share the same uniform."

In silence.

Under Sha Boyuan's watch, the twenty-five Great Qin Iron Cavalry charged down from the hill, unflinching with conviction like soaring eagles, diagonally slicing into the chaotic battlefield below.

He trembled uncontrollably, clenching his teeth fiercely, yanking the reins hard; his warhorse, as if understanding his intent, abruptly turned and quickly retreated.

"Drive!"

Charging with the momentum, in less than a hundred meters, they reached top speed.

The leading two riders broke ahead of Baili Feng, Iron Spears swirling, instantly tearing a void in the enemy forces besieging the city, and then Baili Feng burst through from the middle: with a turn of his Mo Blade, a flurry of snow swept up, heads flew, and chaos erupted.

Military Family Martial Arts, only on the battlefield could it truly unleash its strongest power.

Screams suddenly exploded, filling the ears and mind.

Baili Feng's heart pounded fiercely as he spurred his horse onwards, his blade sweeping through the air, tearing open waves of blood. Riding this momentum, he surged forward a dozen yards, then raised his hand to slay two junior officers. Covered in blood, holding the Mo Blade, he raised his head and let out a long howl. On the battlefield, his voice roared like a tiger or dragon's roar, shouting:

"Wind!!"

The Iron Cavalry behind roared back, swinging their spears in fury.

"The great wind!!!"

The surrounding soldiers didn't understand his words, but the moment the symbol of Qin generals—the Mysterious Armor—appeared, they froze simultaneously, shortly followed by a sharp blade slicing through, screams and cries filling the air.

That nearly overwhelmed camp erupted with astonishing morale in an instant.

"Wind! Wind! The great wind!!!"

Amidst the bellowing, many enemy braves tumbled from the makeshift defenses, as did Iron Soldiers of Great Qin, embracing enemies as they both plummeted.

At the defenses, many a Great Qin war blade fought desperately.

It was as if just hearing the trumpet of the Great Qin Army filled them with courage, causing them to fight relentlessly, refusing to retreat until death, eyes red with the fervor of battle, all to signal to the reinforcements that this place had yet to fall.