Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

If their formation hadn’t been disrupted, Chen Mo certainly wouldn’t dare to be so bold. Even though he is a First Grade Martial Artist, with so many enemy forces, if surrounded and attacked by a battle array, he would inevitably face an unavoidable end.

But now their formation was in chaos, with arrows attacking from all directions. They were already too preoccupied to prevent the battle array from attacking them.

Watching nearly a hundred personal soldiers charging up, Chen Mo drew a large knife into his hand, took a deep breath, and turned into a black shadow, dashing towards them at high speed.

A few breaths later, Chen Mo had already flashed a hundred meters away, blocking the path of Wang Mo and his men. The nearly hundred personal soldiers tasked to block Chen Mo lay on the ground, unable to rise, with blood spurting from the cuts on their necks.

”Your turn now.” Chen Mo pointed the blood-stained knife at Wang Mo.

On the other side.

After three consecutive rounds of arrow rain, thunderous drum sounds suddenly erupted from the dense forest on both sides of the official road.

As the drum beat sounded, a large mass of figures rushed out from the dense forest, creating a terrifying momentum.

”Kill!”

”Charge!”

”...”

Under the encirclement from both sides, the disorganized enemy forces became like leeks to the Imperial Guard, harvested with the rise and fall of knives, leaving bodies collapsing on the ground.

Blood stained the yellow earth red.

Jiang Ruoqing was also witnessing such a scene for the first time. Amidst the flashing swords and blades, hundreds of lives were lost before her eyes. Some even had their entrails spilling out, making Jiang Ruoqing want to vomit.

At first, she only tried to knock the enemies unconscious with the flat of her sword without taking their lives, as she was not bloodthirsty.

But gradually, she became numb.

On the battlefield, it’s either them or us.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Therefore, she no longer held back.

This battle was a crushing victory. Although the opponents numbered twice as many as Chen Mo’s side, under such chaotic circumstances, the enemy believed they were facing thousands of troops, sent by the Imperial Court, prompting them to consider retreating.

The moment they thought of retreating, their combat power significantly diminished. Since their rear was not blocked, they only thought of fleeing, with no intent of putting up a desperate resistance.

”Your general is dead, why don’t you surrender quickly!”

The heavily wounded Wang Mo was not a match for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo directly severed Wang Mo’s head, held it up in his hand, and used True Qi to amplify his voice as he shouted.

Seeing the severed head held high by Chen Mo, the enemy forces were terrified, losing any will to fight.

”The general...the general is dead.”

”Run, run, even the general is dead.”

”They have Immortals helping them; we’re no match, run for your lives.”

They abandoned their armor and weapons, cursing their parents for not giving them more legs, daring not to linger any longer, escaping as fast as they could.

”Chase them, don’t let them get away.” Gao Zheng was already in a killing frenzy, seeing the enemy fleeing, wanting to pursue them without a second thought, but Chen Mo stopped him.

”Don’t pursue a desperate enemy, especially since this is just the enemy’s Vanguard Army; their main force is still behind.” Chen Mo waved his hand: ”Quickly clean up the battlefield, bring back all the discarded military equipment, warhorses...”

After speaking, he looked at Gao Zheng: ”You tally up the casualties.”

”Understood.” Gao Zheng was already following Chen Mo’s every order. Since the General didn’t want him to pursue, he didn’t pursue.

...

Soon, the casualty figures were tallied up.

Under five thousand.

As for enemy casualties, due to time constraints, no specific count was done, just an estimated number. After taking their equipment, the army left Niu Shan.

But judging from the corpses on site, Chen Mo speculated it would be no less than the simulated sixty thousand.

...

...

As dusk approached, Chen Mo returned to Qinyang County.

”The General returns victorious, open the city gates!” Gao Zheng shouted mounted on his horse.

As the army entered the city.

The city began to sound drums and gongs.

Gao Zheng, along with some loud-voiced soldiers, began declaring within the city.

”The General inflicted a heavy blow on the enemy, beheaded the enemy main general, killed sixty thousand enemies, captured a thousand warhorses, three hundred chariots, the enemy fled...”

Upon returning to the camp, they exaggeratedly praised Chen Mo’s bravery in battle.

The General was like a descending War God, taking less than three rounds to kill the enemy main general.

The General foresaw enemy tactics, knowing they would send the Vanguard Army first and dispatching scouts ahead, predicting everything.

In short, the embellishments went on.

For the soldiers, their utmost admiration lies with such extraordinarily skilled, one-who-fights-against-many, victory-leading War Gods.

Under such heightened embellishment, the entire army soon knew of Chen Mo’s valor, considering him their idol.

This cemented Chen Mo’s position within the military firmly.

Moreover, the townsfolk cheered exuberantly.

Previously, when enemy forces occupied Nanyang County, many people fled to Qinyang County, recounting the crimes committed by the enemy in Nanyang, leading the people of Qinyang County to live in fear.

Now, with Chen Mo leading the army to cause the enemy to flee in disgrace, he brought a sense of security to the people of Qinyang County.

Furthermore, after entering Qinyang County, Chen Mo forbade his subordinates from troubling the townsfolk or taking a single penny from them, which naturally won their affection.

In the Commander’s Tent.

Chen Mo gathered everyone for a meeting, then tossed a box containing Wang Mo’s severed head onto the table. The blood seeping from the box, coupled with the lingering Killing Intent around Chen Mo, instantly intimidated the assembled generals.

After a few moments of silence, Dai Xishan, in charge of assisting Chen Mo in Qinyang County during his expedition, finally spoke.

”This is the head of the Supreme General Zhao Lu of the South Nanyang, Wang Mo,” Chen Mo stated calmly, seizing the opportunity to show off.

Despite having received some news when Chen Mo entered the city with his army, the generals were still shocked upon seeing the head in the box firsthand.

The generals on Chen Mo’s side immediately began praising him.

Speaking of the General’s wise and heroic nature, foresight, and the like, they spared no words.

Feng Ji’s face was somewhat dazed, unsure of what to say, knowing that he had been strongly opposed to Chen Mo’s campaign.

Li Yang patted Feng Ji’s shoulder and then smiled, ”Congratulations on the General’s triumphant return. The General’s wisdom and valor are admirable to this old man.”

”Oh, it’s nothing.” Chen Mo modestly replied, yet in the next moment addressed Feng Ji, ”Please, old general, write today’s battle report and send it to the Capital as soon as possible.”

He then detailed the estimated enemy numbers defeated, the captured equipment, warhorses, war chariots, and more.