Chen Ping's Sword

Certainly, here’s the translation:

If you can crush your opponent, then naturally, the faster the better.

But if you can’t defeat them, it just becomes like throwing a meat bun at a dog; the faster you charge, the quicker you die.

Blind confidence is dangerous.

Didn’t the True Martial King Ji Changfeng go into battle full of confidence, only to send out his sixty-thousand-strong army, including his Six Yang Leader, to no avail?

Presumably, when he sent out his troops initially, he had the same thoughts as Shenping.

Shenping was alarmed upon hearing this; Ruan Lin’s words were quite provoking.

He hurriedly said, "I have no other intention, but I believe the Grand Governor of Yan’s Skills Participating in Creation, even Chen Ping at his strongest, would find it difficult to resist. If caution is needed..."

"Enough, Yan is not someone who punishes for words. Chen Ping’s power is established, and Jiangnan has no more opponents.

To forcefully contend with him now is the worst strategy; the call for a swift battle should not be mentioned again.

Someone, send a message to the Shenxiao Sect, request to meet Master Yuxiao for me..."

Prepare the backhand first, then plan for the proximity.

Yan Beifei glanced at the generals, who had no other objections, and directly ordered preparation of gifts to send trusted envoys to the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

At the same time, he brandished a sword, and surrounding him appeared deep blue thunder, as he slashed down with a thunderous sword strike.

The sky was like a curtain of lightning nets, rumbling as the sword light fell upon the water.

With a crisp cracking sound, a hundred feet of clear water turned into solid thick ice, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Moments later, a large cavalry, armored men and horses, thunderous hooves, galloped over the ice towards the riverbank, without pausing, charging rapidly towards Qiuluo Prefecture.

The Seven Fiends Army occupied the fertile lands of Qiuluo, Huangmiao, and Hezhou, with abundant supplies and a large population.

Those rebels of humble origin, especially Xiao Wenzhong, were instantly dazzled by this Flower World, and lacked any ambition of progress.

Since occupying the Three Prefectures three years ago, they immediately garrisoned in the Prefecture City, indulging in the pleasures of life.

Of course, they occasionally dispatched troops to harass Vice Capital Youjing, engaging in lively skirmishes with the Dragon Soaring Army and Huwei Army.

Both sides had a tacit understanding, fighting intermittently, practicing more than engaging in bloody battles.

The Seven Fiends Army’s seven leaders, aside from Xiao Wenzhong, the others are unspoken in cultivation, commanding twenty thousand infantry and cavalry, whose gear is not complete.

Most importantly, they absolutely wouldn’t anticipate our Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry foregoing the Vice Capital to directly assault Qiuluo Prefecture.

Yan Beifei maintained a calm demeanor, as if he hadn’t received any letter prior, nor did he take the Seven Fiends Army’s twenty thousand troops seriously.

He leading three thousand cavalry forward, whether aiming to imitate Chen Ping’s story and not allow him to monopolize glory in front.

If you broke six thousand with three thousand, slain nine grandmasters.

Then I shall break twenty thousand with three thousand, and slay the Seven Fiends leaders.

Yan Beifei even had a bolder idea.

At this time, Chen Ping held the power, vast territories, strong forces.

If left unchecked, there is a real fear of people’s hearts turning against, if they all depended entirely on King Ping, then even the noble families and sect guilds couldn’t withstand, directly defecting to the other side.

In such circumstances, it truly becomes a major crisis, Heaven and Earth will topple.

On this Jiangnan Land, there will be no place for the Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry.

Unless Yan Beifei leads troops northwards, no longer emerging.

Otherwise, as long as he remains in Jiangnan, he will sooner or later be swallowed by the other side.

This is a very likely occurrence.

However, at this undecided moment in Jiangnan Land, if one can swiftly defeat the Seven Fiends Army and East Wood Army, gather their forty thousand soldiers, create ample momentum, occupy wide territories.

Then unite with the noble families and sect guilds, rise with a vengeful army, entirely capable of reversing the whole current.

Form a standoff with Chen Ping.

That is the true plan of Yan Beifei.

Though he doesn’t actually believe Chen Ping to be so strong in martial force, that could truly withstand his Profound Frost Yin Thunder Sword.

But take enemy leniently, as long as there’s any chance of defeat, a direct fight shouldn’t be commenced.

The greatest chance of victory in this battle, indeed does not lie with us, but within the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

Yan Beifei gazed into the distance, seemingly spotted a certain white-bearded old Taoist...

He lightly stroked the deep blue Long Sword, his gaze falling into reminiscence, for a long time, before sighing and gathering all emotions.

...

"Today’s battle, like lightning from the sky, to slay Xiao Wenzhong.

All generals, follow me to siege the city, annihilate this morning meal."

As Yan Beifei’s calm voice spread to three thousand soldiers’ ears, it also resonated throughout the entire Qiuluo City.

Behind him rose a wave of fervent shouting.

"Kill."

Twenty thousand Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry had followed Yan Beifei for years, long before they revered this Grand Governor as a deity, following him with no invincibility, nurturing an arrogance that disregarded the world.

Hardly put any army in their eyes.

Especially since the opponents in sight are merely an inept rabble.

Though the city before them had high walls and many troops, in these Imperial Army’s eyes, just moving sheep, not fearsome adversaries.

They too witnessed with Yan Beifei many miracles.

Unbelieving anyone could withstand his military might in front of this Grand Governor.

Even if facing a heavily fortified city, though all of their side is cavalry, seemingly unsuitable for siege...

As long as following that figure forward, nothing should be feared.

Indeed, Yan Beifei led the charge, leisurely as strolling, horse hooves paced like flowers, three thousand cavalry behind slowly reined in speed, shockingly charging towards the city disregarding the torrents of arrows.

And the roaring sounds within the city, like a mountain or sea of cries.

The dense arrow rain halted before reaching three feet from Yan Beifei, all stopped, became ice crystals, shattered into powder dropping, not a single arrow touched his armor.