On the training grounds, all the conscripts went completely wild, their eyes burning with a desire for military merit.

Seeing the crowd's reaction, Wang Xuanshan's lips curled slightly, while the regular combat soldiers revealed meaningful, cold smiles.

The barbarians were fierce and brutal; even regular combat soldiers rarely managed to kill three of them.

These people dreaming of instant success were indulging in wishful thinking.

If someone truly could kill three barbarians, it would prove their battlefield prowess, qualifying them to join the combat soldiers.

This not only encouraged the conscripts to risk their lives but also allowed for the selection of capable elites to replenish the heavily depleted combat soldiers, achieving a perfect balance.

Li Xuancang's eyes sparkled with determination; this promise was a temptation for others, but for him, it was a necessary step.

Away from home for two years, with aging parents and a young sister, his family was trapped in the countryside, tormented daily by taxes and forced labor.

As long as he could become a regular combat soldier, with a salary, military registration, and military protection, he could secure a document to shield his family from harsh taxes and the threat of marauding soldiers and bandits.

Killing three barbarians seemed harsh, yet it was his only way out.

Wang Tianshan's gaze was sharp as he swept over the trembling crowd, shouting sternly.

"Fear of death will only bring it faster!"

"Take up your weapons, defend the camp, kill the barbarians, earn military merit, receive a salary, and enjoy military privileges."

"Either fight your way through and seize a chance to rise above others."

"Or cower and wait for death, becoming bones in the wilderness, feeding demons and beasts."

"Everyone, immediately head to the city walls for defense, the barbarians are approaching, prepare for a deadly battle."

The orders were issued, cold and merciless.

The conscripts were forced onto the city walls, picking up their broken swords and spears, facing the impending barbarian army.

But this time was different from before; there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes, fantasizing about killing enemies and earning merit.

The cold wind howled, dark clouds loomed over the city.

The dense barbarian army appeared at the horizon, a dark mass exuding a terrifying aura.

Li Xuancang stood at the battlement, staring intently at the surging enemy.

"Woo, woo woo..."

The horn sounded mournfully, echoing across the wilderness, signaling the barbarian attack.

On the horizon, the barbarian army surged like a black tide, their beast-hide armor glinting coldly in the dim light.

They marched heavily, roaring as they charged towards the lakeside city walls.

The barbarians, accustomed to battling fierce beasts, were all burly and violent, their combat power far surpassing the Great Yan Dynasty's army.

On the crumbling city walls, the conscripts were pale, their hands trembling on their weapons, many with legs shaking, barely able to stand.

Even having survived many battles, most still harbored deep fear of the barbarians.

Not just the conscripts, even many regular combat soldiers were filled with fear.

Facing the impending massive barbarian assault, the fear in their hearts had long overshadowed their desire for military merit and regular army status.

Their previous fervor was doused by a cold splash of water, leaving only boundless fear.

"Hold your ground, anyone who dares retreat will be killed on the spot."

Wang Tianshan stood with a knife on the high wall, his gaze icy.

Behind him, the personal guards stood with knives, ready to cut down any soldier who dared to step back.

In chaotic times, military discipline was never gentle, only iron-blooded suppression.

Li Xuancang stood by the battlement, gripping the broken iron spear tightly.

The wound on his shoulder throbbed with pain from the exertion, but his eyes showed no fear, only intense determination.

The daily 1% power increase had long made his physique surpass these ordinary conscripts, far exceeding his former self.

Killing three barbarians, joining the regular army, earning a salary, and freeing his family from forced labor.

This thought was branded in his heart, supporting him to face the impending sea of corpses and blood.

"Charge! Kill all these Great Yan pigs!"

The barbarian army arrived in an instant, ladders set against the walls, fierce barbarian soldiers climbing madly, swinging their curved blades.

"Release the arrows! Quickly, release the arrows!"

The simple earthen walls couldn't stop the barbarian assault, and everyone hurriedly released arrows to prevent the barbarians from approaching.

"Whoosh, whoosh whoosh..."

Arrows rained down, but the barbarians were fearless, many hit by multiple arrows yet still roaring as they charged upward.

In mere moments, barbarians climbed the walls, slashing at the Great Yan soldiers beside them.

"Thud!"

"Ah!"

"Ugh!"

"..."

In close combat, screams echoed endlessly.

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Blood splattered, and a conscript, unable to even resist, had his neck severed by a curved blade, his body collapsing limply.

The stench of blood permeated, igniting this brutal battle.

A barbarian soldier with a face full of whiskers, covered in blood, locked eyes on the seemingly frail Li Xuancang, roaring as he charged with his blade.

"Die!"

The curved blade cut through the air, fiercely aiming to cleave Li Xuancang's skull, clearly intending to kill him with one strike.

The surrounding conscripts were too busy to help.

Li Xuancang's eyes turned cold, advancing instead of retreating.

With his enhanced physique, his reaction speed and explosive power were now incomparable.

He stepped aside swiftly, narrowly dodging the deadly strike.

The barbarian soldier's blade missed, leaving him momentarily vulnerable.

Now!

Li Xuancang's eyes flashed with cold light, his arm muscles tensed, channeling all his strength into the iron spear.

Without any fancy moves, relying purely on brute force, he thrust the spear fiercely.