The white-haired old general Guo Shiqin might not have earned as many perfect victories as Cheng Yu, but his age was double that of Cheng Yu’s. The amount of large scale battles he had participated in was much greater than Cheng Yu.

In this life of his, he had never commanded a battle that was this simple, a battle where he didn’t need to consider the result of victory or defeat.

He only sent all troops he could transfer over forward in the most simple manner, only saving the cultivators and fastest cavalry army to rush towards Du Zhanye.

He actually only needed to do a single thing, which was to use the entire military might at his disposal to stop Cheng Yu and Wenren Cangyue, and then use the light cavalry to rescue the crown prince, helping him escape from this place.

Was the crown prince dead or alive?

Right now, this entirely armor clad old general who was already spurring on his horse, charging forward with a spear in hand didn’t know either. He only knew that right now, he already did everything he could. 

…

“Is he still alive?!”

A pale white faced officer...