My older brother is Gao Huan.

Chapter 480 Mysterious Armor, Ghost Face?
"Is General Heba and General Mulan truly agreeing to send troops?"

"Before I left, I did see them preparing for war."

Despite receiving an affirmative answer, Tumen was not happy. He looked south with a melancholy gaze and sighed.

Why is my elder brother like this?

"We have underestimated the general's men. Our little schemes have probably already been seen through."

Anagui suddenly became enraged and launched a military campaign against the Turkic tribes under the pretext of seizing pastures.

Indeed, under the leadership of Tumen and Shidianmi, the Turks have grown stronger and made rapid progress in recent years, and Gao Yu also intends to strengthen the Turkic tribe.

The northern grasslands were considered rotten land by the Central Plains dynasties.

It's a pity to throw away tasteless food.

They can only engage in herding, a production method that is extremely dependent on the weather and has very low risk resistance. Since they cannot cultivate the land, they are destined to be unable to control these territories in a low-cost manner.

If we send a large army like Emperor Wu of Han did, the enemy will simply flee west or north. After all, it's a rotten land, so they won't care if they run away.

Once the army left, the people returned and continued to live in the same place.

Even without the Xiongnu, the Xianbei, Tujue, and Khitan would have filled the void here, just as the Rouran quickly filled the gap after the Xianbei moved south and took control of the Central Plains.

The best approach is to support other forces on the grasslands, letting the top and second-in-command fight each other. If the second-in-command is killed, then another second-in-command is supported. If the top is killed, then someone else is supported to become the new second-in-command to fight against the new top.

Let the grasslands forever succumb to internal strife.

Shi Dianmi was also a clever man. He immediately realized what was going on, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Then...should we move our entire clan south to avoid their sharp edge and preserve our strength?"

"Do not."

Tumen shook his head. "The general was willing to support us in the first place because he wanted our Turkic tribe to restrain the Rouran. If we retreat this time, in the general's eyes, our Turkic tribe will be like an old man in the tribe. What value do we have?"

"In this battle, General Heba and General Mulan will not stand idly by and watch us suffer a crushing defeat. They must lead the brave warriors of our tribe to fight the Rouran!"

"But wouldn't all the hard work of the past years be for naught in one day?"

"If we retreat in this battle, do you think the general will still support my Turkic tribe in the future?"

Tumen sighed, "We are merely pawns in the general's hands, and pawns are like this, powerless to control their own destiny."

He wanted to overthrow the Rouran, unify the grasslands, become the chessboard's standard-bearer, and feast at the dinner table, but how could such an opportunity be easily obtained?

"Send men to gather the surrounding tribes, lest we be defeated one by one by Anagui's army."

Grassland tribes do not stay together all the time; they are divided into small groups and graze their livestock in different places.

Tumen was worried.

This is because many of the tribes that were further away had already been wiped out by the Rouran.

He had to gather all his followers.

………………

The sounds of fighting and screams were incessant!
The grassland, now green again, is no longer barren and yellowish; the lush green grass is growing vigorously.

What should have been a time for grazing, allowing cattle, sheep, and horses that had been starving in the winter to quickly gain weight, has now become a battlefield for two armies.

"Kill!"

Tumen was clad in armor, and his followers were the bravest warriors of his tribe. Only the bravest warriors could obtain the precious armor for protection; those with weaker combat skills could only rely on their bare hands to withstand swords and arrows.

With a curved sword in hand, Tumen spurred his horse and led the tribe's brave warriors in a charge!

Take a closer look.

The horses beneath each person looked listless.

Having just lost weight in the winter, and not even having had a chance to regain it in the spring, they're dragged into the battlefield. No wonder they're not in good spirits.

This is also why nomadic tribes rarely raid southwards in the spring.

"My lads! Behind us are our cattle, sheep, children, and women. Can you just stand by and watch the Rouran people take them away?"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

One by one, the Turkic soldiers raised their scimitars, shouted battle cries, and charged towards the Rouran army following Tumen!
Both sides in the conflict were nomadic tribes from the grasslands.

There were no infantry at all, only cavalry. There was no strategy or tactics involved; it was just a simple charge!

The Rouran people had a numerical advantage, and their army was valiant and protected by iron armor!
While the Central Plains were engulfed in fierce internal strife, both the Rouran and the Turks were quietly making a fortune.

Anagui did not personally participate in the battle. Instead, he rode a tall, well-maintained horse that looked impressive and was quite robust. He rode the horse to a small hill and looked out into the distance.

Then you can see the scene of the two armies fighting.

The shouts of killing resounded throughout the world.

The cavalry charge between the two armies did not result in a one-sided battle. The Turks, being fellow nomads of the steppe, were indeed fierce and possessed ample armor and iron weapons, making them no less formidable in combat.

It can be seen from Anagui's eyes.

One Turkic army, after the two sides were locked in combat, conspicuously charged straight into the Rouran army's formation and forcibly broke into it.

"Damn it! Even if we win this battle, our army will be severely weakened, and we don't know how many of our brave soldiers will be lost."

A flash of anger crossed Anagui's eyes. He summoned his personal guards and ordered, "Go! Pass on my military order: surround and annihilate the elite vanguard of the Turkic army!"

"Here!"

The guards hurriedly rode away, and a moment later, it was clear that the Rouran army began to attack the Turkic vanguard from both sides, and soon the encirclement was completed.

………………

"Report! The Rouran and Turkic armies are engaged in battle at the front, and the Turks are in a disadvantageous position." The scouts continuously relayed the military intelligence from the front.

This time, Hebayun personally led the army into battle.

"Issue my order: the entire army, don your armor, nock your bows, and prepare to meet the enemy!!"

The Turks engaged the Rouran head-on, while Hebayun's army launched a surprise attack from the flank, a plan Hebayun had already discussed with Tumen.

Heba Yun rode his horse to Gao Yang and the others who were putting on their armor.

"Gao Yang".

"The end will be here."

"I hereby order you to lead three thousand elite cavalry as the vanguard to support the Turks!"

"Here!"

After learning Gao Yang's true identity, Heba Yun could no longer treat him as an ordinary martial arts academy student.

He wouldn't mind doing a favor and going along with the opportunity to make a name for himself.

Give Gao Huan some face.

With the help of others, Gao Yang put on the heavy armor.

His warhorse was not armored.

On the grasslands, mobility is paramount, and armored cavalry can only be deployed in specific situations.

Moreover, the vest is extremely expensive to make and maintain.

Heba Yunke didn't have that much wealth, and Gao Yu wouldn't give him that many disguises.

These three thousand elite cavalrymen were simply all wearing armor.

Gao Yang's dark face appeared somewhat 'rosy', and he was extremely excited, his hand holding the lance was trembling uncontrollably!

He took something out of his pocket.

The familiar demon mask—he had the craftsmen secretly make it for him.

He glanced down, then slowly put the demon mask on his face, suppressing his excitement, and raised the lance in his hand.

"Gentlemen! The opportunity to make a name for yourselves is right before us. Follow me to fight the enemy! When we return victorious, I will share the credit for this battle with you all!"

Squeeze your legs together forcefully!
Gao Yang took the lead and rode off on his horse!

Heba Yun stood to the side, looking dazed.

The familiar black armor, the ghost mask, and even the content of their conversations were almost identical, making him almost believe that it was an old friend present.

Their outfits and the way they speak are so similar.

"Is this kid really He Liuhun's son? He Liuhun can actually have such a brave and valiant son? How come he looks so much like Mo Heduo..."

"It's strange, why does this kid imitate his uncle every day instead of his father?"

………………

Rumble!
The sound of horses' hooves seemed to shake the entire ground.

The already one-sided situation took another turn when an elite cavalry force broke out, throwing the Rouran army into chaos.

Anagui looked completely bewildered.

"Damn it, what on earth is happening up ahead?"

"What exactly happened? How could they have suddenly collapsed?"

soon.

A messenger then rushed to his side.

He dismounted and reported the military situation at the front.

"Report! Great Khan, a cavalry force has suddenly attacked from our right flank. The leader is clad in black armor and wears a demon mask. He is extremely brave and has killed several of our valiant soldiers. The enemy's morale has soared, and our army is in dire straits. Great Khan... what should we do?"

"what?"

Anagui was completely stunned and asked incredulously.

"Black Armor? Ghost Face?"

Upon hearing these familiar adjectives, memories that had been buried in his mind for over a decade surged forth.

Even though so much time has passed, he still remembers it very clearly!

then……

The arrogant Gaoche people, who had occupied the Rouran royal court, also had an army of over 100,000 and held all the advantages, but they were completely defeated by a black-armored, ghost-faced man!
Think of this.

Startled, he almost fell off his horse.

Anagui kept shaking his head.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Moheduo couldn't possibly be here right now!"

"Someone must be trying to intimidate us by using his reputation! Yes, that must be it! How could Moheduo have arrived so quickly?"

"Hold on! We have more soldiers than the enemy. Even if they send reinforcements, we will still win in the end!!"

P.S.: Since the main character isn't leading troops into battle, I'll keep it brief.

There will be another chapter later; I'll try to finish it before midnight.

(End of this chapter)