Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

"clang--!"

The clang of metal on the battlefield wasn't particularly loud in the midst of the chaos and noise.

But it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's heart.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

The Turkic centurion, brandishing a scimitar and with a ferocious expression, remained frozen in place, frozen in his slashing stance. His cloudy, bull-like eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the weapon in his hand.

That hundred-reinforced scimitar that had accompanied him in his plundering for so many years, now...

Only the hilt remained.

The sharp blade, after being struck by something, broke in two like a fragile piece of glass!

"This...how is this possible?"

The centurion muttered to himself, and before he could react, an irresistible force came from his chest.

"Bang!"

He felt as if he had been struck hard by a charging rhinoceros; his sternum shattered inch by inch, and he was sent flying more than ten meters away, knocking over a large number of his own men. He landed without a sound.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The Turkic soldiers, who had been bloodthirsty, stopped in their tracks upon seeing this scene, staring in horror at the blood-soaked figure standing before Li Shimin.

Cheng Yaojin.

Seeing that the emperor was about to be beheaded, the old man, in his desperation, didn't care about any special moves and just swung his already dulled axe horizontally like a brick.

He himself was prepared for the axe to destroy him and cause his death.

Unexpectedly...

Cheng Yaojin looked down at the large, cracked axe in his hand, then at the broken half of his sword in the distance, and scratched his blood-stained head.

"My axe...when did it become so hard?"

"It's not that your axe is hard."

Li Shimin leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his whole body trembling with the lingering fear of escaping death. He stared intently at the broken half of the sword, his voice hoarse.

"It's their knives... they're too brittle."

脆？

Are you kidding me?

Although the Turkic scimitars were crudely made, they were still forged from iron! How could they be like mud, crumbling at the slightest touch?

Just when everyone was completely baffled...

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The Turkic soldiers who had been charging forward like mad dogs suddenly stopped as if they had seen a ghost. Their greed and madness were replaced by an unprecedented fear.

They did not look at the Tang army in the valley.

Instead, they all turned their gazes toward the east side of the valley without prior arrangement.

That direction was their rear, the place they considered the safest.

"Waaah...waaah..."

A deep, mournful horn-like sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of hell, pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and drifted over.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a strange magic that made everyone who heard it feel their soul tremble.

Followed by.

The earth began to tremble.

It wasn't the chaotic vibration of galloping warhorses, but rather an extremely heavy, extremely rhythmic pulsation.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

Like an ancient behemoth that has slumbered for thousands of years, it is slowly awakening deep underground, and with each heartbeat, the Dragon Gate Valley trembles.

"What's going on?!"

On the hillside, Jieli Khan, who had been gloating and preparing to watch Li Shimin's head fall to the ground, suddenly stood up, his smile freezing instantly.

"Has an earthworm turned over?!"

"No...no!"

Beside him, Zhishi Sili held a newly captured telescope used by Tang Dynasty scouts, his face pale as he peered eastward.

"Your Majesty...you...you must look..."

Jieli snatched the binoculars and, imitating the Han people, squinted one eye and peered through them.

next second.

The golden cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, spilling the precious mare's milk wine all over the floor.

"What...what is that?"

Jieli's voice was trembling.

At the edge of the horizon, a vast expanse of red appeared...

That wasn't a sunset.

That's armor!

Thousands of infantrymen clad in dark red heavy armor formed an impenetrable square formation, marching in unison with heavy, mountain-like steps, slowly pressing towards them.

They walked very slowly.

Every step I take feels like measuring the distance to death.

They were not carrying knives or guns.

Each of them carried a strangely shaped, ten-foot-long, gleaming, giant long-handled battle sword.

Mo Dao!

"Tang army?!"

Jieli's heart sank. "How could there be Tang troops in the east? Did they crawl out of the ground?!"

He did not fail to establish defenses on the east side.

A full 50,000 cavalrymen completely blocked the eastern entrance of the Longmen Valley!

Not even a fly could get in, let alone an army!

"Quickly! Send someone to find out what happened in the east!!"

Jieli let out a hysterical roar.

However, it was too late.

The moment his order was given.

At the eastern entrance of the valley, on the territory that originally belonged to the Turks, a deafening scream suddenly erupted.

The voice was mournful and desperate, as if one could see the terror of the deepest part of hell.

Followed by.

A huge black banner, embroidered with ferocious blood-red patterns, slowly rose.

The flag was tattered and worn, as if it had been soaked in blood for a thousand years, and it exuded a nauseating stench of blood.

In the center of the flag, a large character was wildly scribbled in unknown blood—

White!

"white?"

Li Shimin also saw the flag. He paused for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted as if he remembered something.

"It's him!"

"It was that rebellious son who sent... a god of death!"

Inside the valley, the Tang soldiers who had escaped death also looked up.

As they gazed at the blood-red banner fluttering in the wind and the approaching red army, they were all moved to tears.

Reinforcements!

Reinforcements have arrived!

Just when everyone thought hope had arrived.

That red army, however, did something that surprised everyone.

They did not rush into the valley to rescue him immediately.

Instead, they stopped a mile from the valley entrance.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the thousands of red-armored soldiers suddenly...

He raised the longsword in his hand.

The blade points inward.

They aimed their weapons at the defeated Turkic soldiers who had been routed and were fleeing in panic!

"Pfft—!"

"Pfft—!"

The cold blade fell without the slightest hesitation.

One by one, the heads of Turks rose into the sky, their blood staining the earth red.

That wasn't a rescue.

That was... a massacre!

It was more like a... cleanup.

It's as if to say: This battlefield is now under our control.

All the trash should be cleaned up.

Outside the valley, Jieli Khan watched this scene and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Madmen! These Tang soldiers are madmen!"

He finally understood.

This suddenly appearing army wasn't there to fight them at all.

They came... to kill!

"Quickly! Order the central army! Push forward! Push forward!"

Jieli roared like a madman, "They only have a few thousand men! Use sheer numbers! We'll overwhelm them all, even if it means overwhelming them for me!"

However, his command was interrupted by an even more piercing scream.

This time, the screams came from behind him.

From his central command headquarters!

Jieli turned his head stiffly.

In the direction of his golden tent, a flag had been raised at some point.

It was a white banner embroidered with a silver wolf.

Beneath the banner, eight hundred knights clad in silver armor and riding white horses, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, forcefully pierced through his most elite personal guard.

The young general at the head of the group wielded his long spear with the agility of a dragon emerging from the sea, causing men and horses to fall wherever he went, and no one could withstand even a single blow from him!

"Then...what is that?!"

Jieli felt like he was going crazy.

Is this some kind of magic trick?

Why are Tang soldiers appearing everywhere?!

Just as he was lost in thought...

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar came from the front lines of the battlefield in the valley.

Jieli suddenly turned around.

Suddenly, another army appeared in the Tang army camp, which was besieged in the valley and should have run out of ammunition and food.

An infantry phalanx clad in heavy black armor, wielding massive tower shields and long-handled swords!

They were like a black steel wall, tearing a huge gap in the encirclement of the Turks!

"It's easier to shake a mountain than to shake Yue Fei's army!"

The powerful war roar, like rolling thunder, resounded in the ears of every Turk.

To the east, Bai Qi's elite iron eagles surged like a sea of ​​blood.

On the front is Yue Fei's Beiwei Army, as immovable as a mountain.

Behind them stood Huo Qubing's eight hundred White Horse Cavalry (the Great Snow Dragon Riders), like a sharp sword piercing the heart.

Surrounded on three sides.

A net stretching to the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this sudden turn of events, Jieli felt dizzy and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"No...it's impossible..."

He slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

"This must be sorcery...it must be that little beast's sorcery!"