My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Liu Ju licked his slightly chapped lips, feeling the vibration and power of the steering wheel in his palm.

"Fortress crossbowmen, fire freely! Everyone else, hold on tight!"

Instead of turning to avoid them, he adjusted his direction, slightly aligning the front of the chariot with the charging Xiongnu cavalry.

With the accelerator floored, the engine roared even more violently, and the heavy truck accelerated, charging towards the other vehicle like a moving steel mountain.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the horse! Shoot those shining eyes!"

The Left Wise King roared angrily from the back of his galloping horse.

The arrows struck the armored front of the vehicle, but to no avail.

The two "giant eyes" on the front of the car are protected by metal grilles and are completely undamaged.

The distance is rapidly closing!

Fifty steps!

Thirty steps!

The Xiongnu cavalry could clearly see the patterns on the cold armor plates and feel the suffocating pressure and scorching heat emanating from the enormous creature!

Some warhorses were instinctively frightened and tried to slow down or turn, but were driven wildly by their owners.

Ten steps!

Liu Ju could even see the Left Wise King's ferocious, twisted face, filled with madness and despair, through the carriage window.

Just moments before the collision—

Liu Ju jerked the steering wheel and pulled a control lever at the same time.

The heavy truck's massive front end just avoided the Left Wise King's head-on collision, but its incredibly sturdy, sharply angled side armor, like a giant battering ram, fiercely "scraped" across the edge of the Xiongnu cavalry!

Dragon Tail Whip!

"Bang! Crack! Sizzle—!"

The dull thuds of impacts, the cracking of bones, and the mournful neighing of warhorses filled the air.

Several Xiongnu cavalrymen on the edge were knocked down along with their horses, instantly either killed or maimed.

The heavy truck only experienced a violent jolt and a slight decrease in speed before continuing forward.

Just as the two carriages passed each other, and Zuo Xianwang and Liu Ju looked at each other almost through the carriage windows—

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The firing ports on one side of the heavy truck fortress simultaneously spewed out deadly crossbow bolts!

The distance was so close that there was almost no way to avoid it!

Several of the personal guards around the Left Wise King were shot down instantly.

A crossbow bolt pierced the neck of the Left Wise King's mount with a "thud"!

The mighty steed of the grassland let out a miserable neigh, reared up, and then crashed to the ground, throwing the Left Wise King off its back!

"Your Majesty!"

The Huns cried out in alarm.

The Left Wise King was thrown around and was completely disoriented, his face covered in blood and dust.

He struggled to get up, only to see that the steel behemoth had already slowed down.

The red flag on the roof of the vehicle appeared to be stained with blood amidst the flames and smoke.

Meanwhile, the shouts of the Han army all around him had engulfed his remaining troops like a tidal wave.

His royal tent was burning, his camp had become a purgatory, and his warriors were howling in steel and flames.

A despair colder than death instantly gripped the once arrogant Left Wise King.

He watched the steel monster slowly approaching, and looked at the young, cold face inside the cockpit.

"Eternal Heaven!!! Have you abandoned your people?"

After saying that, he drew his scimitar from his waist, but before he could put it to his own neck, he was caught off guard.

Then, a Han soldier who was watching him closely shot him away with a crossbow bolt, and then several fierce Han soldiers pinned him to the ground.

The Left Wise King was panting, his face a mixture of blood, mud, and an expression contorted with extreme shock and humiliation.

"You bunch of two-legged sheep! Release me!!!"

He tried to grab the curved knife that had fallen to the side, but more weapons were pressed against his neck.

Heavy footsteps approached.

The Left Wise King barely managed to raise his head.

Then he saw a figure illuminated by a bright light.

The face was not clearly visible; only a tall and imposing silhouette could be seen.

It was Liu Ju.

The Han soldiers parted to the sides like a tide, then closed in like an iron wall, forming a circle centered on Liu Ju and the Left Wise King.

All around were the sporadic sounds of battle that had not yet completely subsided in the distance, the cries of the wounded, the crackling of flames, and the low, continuous "putt-putt" of those steel behemoths.

Liu Ju stood still, looking down at the Xiongnu Left Wise King who was forcibly forced to kneel in the mud and blood.

The Left Wise King struggled, trying to straighten his spine and maintain his last shred of dignity as the head of a department.

But the pressure on his shoulders and neck prevented him from moving, forcing him to look up and endure the other person's gaze.

Finally, he saw the cold flame in Liu Ju's eyes, and the composure and determination on that young face that did not belong to his age.

"King Zuoxian?"

Liu Ju spoke up.

When your troops raided our borders, slaughtered our people, and plundered our wealth, did you ever think of this moment?

The Left Wise King's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to roar or curse, but his chapped lips moved, only emitting hoarse gasps.

He looked around.

The camp was now a ruin and a sea of ​​fire, his warriors lay dead everywhere, and his proud cavalry was no match for the steel monsters and the iron hooves of the Han army.

All the arrogance and ridicule of the past have now turned into a poisonous thorn piercing my heart.

Liu Ju slightly raised his hand, signaling the soldiers to raise the Left Wise King's head higher so that he could see the surrounding scenery more clearly.

"Look at your camp, look at your people..."

He took half a step forward, the tip of his sword almost touching the forehead of the Left Wise King.

"You take pride in plunder and slaughter, and drink the blood of Han people as wine. Tonight, I will let you taste what fear is, what despair is, what... blood debts must be repaid in blood."

The Left Wise King's pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled slightly with anger and fear.

He recalled his boastful words by the campfire not long ago, and his contemptuous ridicule of the Han prince and emperor.

But in just a short time, he became a prisoner who couldn't even commit suicide.

"Kill me if you must!"

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Kill you?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Liu Ju's lips.

"Killing you is easy. But if I let you die like this, how can I console the soldiers and civilians who died unjustly in my border region? How can I warn the other wolves that are stirring on the grasslands?"

He sheathed his longsword, his gaze sweeping over the standing soldiers and the burning camp.

"Take him away and keep him under strict guard! Take him, along with the other captured Xiongnu nobles and generals, and keep him under strict guard, especially him—make sure you keep a close eye on him!"

"Their lives will be left to the Emperor when he returns from his northern tour, or they will be escorted back to Chang'an, where their fates will be proclaimed to the world and they will be punished according to the law!"

"Here you go!"

The attendants responded with a resounding roar and dragged away the Left Wise King, whose face was ashen and who had completely collapsed.

This once powerful and influential Left Wise King is now like a dead dog with its spine removed, without even the strength to struggle.

As he was being dragged away, he finally saw the full view of the steel behemoth.

What kind of existence is that!

The massive vehicle resembled a small mountain, casting a shadow that almost completely engulfed him.

The cold steel shell was not the rough casting he had imagined, but rather a surface that was almost smooth, with a dark metallic luster flowing through it. Firelight danced on it, outlining hard and complex lines and angles.

Layers of composite armor plates cover the structure, with tight seams and rivets arranged to create an unfamiliar yet powerful sense of order.

A hoarse, incoherent sound came from Ivaxie's throat.

The last shred of resistance or defiance vanished in the face of that silent gaze.

He collapsed completely, his head drooping low, no longer looking at the steel behemoth or the victorious Han army around him, letting the soldiers drag him along.

Liu Ju also stopped paying attention to this defeated opponent.

"Your Highness,"

Wei Qing strode over, his armor stained with blood and dust, but his eyes were bright.

"The Left Wise King's main force has been defeated, with over three thousand beheaded and countless followers, cattle, sheep, and valuables captured. The captured Han Chinese are being counted and resettled, and about two hundred people have survived."

"What are our casualties?"