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

The darkness before dawn is the deepest.

At the eastern entrance of Longmen Valley, the Turkic camp was bustling with noise.

Tens of thousands of Turkic cavalrymen responsible for blocking the Tang army's retreat were now gathered around a campfire, eating meat and drinking wine.

They didn't take the Tang army in the valley seriously at all.

In their eyes, they were nothing more than a flock of trapped lambs, destined to be meat in their mouths sooner or later. What they needed to do now was conserve their energy and wait for dawn to share in that lavish feast.

"Have you heard? The Great Khan has given a death order: a general offensive tomorrow morning, leave no one alive except Li Shimin!"

A centurion with a face full of scars took a big bite of the roasted lamb leg and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Haha! That's great! I've been waiting for this for ages! I've heard that the women of Chang'an have skin whiter than goat's milk and smoother than silk!"

"What are women? There's enough gold in the city to fill mountains! Let's rob them!"

The group was engrossed in their conversation, completely unaware that something was silently approaching from the darkness behind them.

Bai Qi, dressed in dark red armor, stood alone at the highest point of the hillside, like a lifeless sculpture.

In the mountain valley behind him, three thousand Iron Eagle Warriors, also clad in red armor, had already formed ranks.

They were not on horseback, nor were they carrying shields.

Each person held only a Qin sword with an ancient design, yet exuding a chilling aura.

Their faces were covered by a hard, jet-black mask, engraved with countless twisted and terrifying patterns and lines, as if they had crawled out of the abyss of hell, sending chills down one's spine! But what was even more terrifying was the pair of eyes hidden behind the mask, gleaming with a cold light—they were like the eyes of ruthless and cruel demons from the depths of hell; or like the eyes of wolves that had been starving for days in the desolate desert, filled with greed and ferocity...

They are waiting...

Waiting for a signal.

Bai Qi slowly raised his head and glanced at the pale light that was about to break in the sky.

"The time has come."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse as if it were coming from a grave.

He neither drew his sword nor sounded the horn.

He simply raised his right hand towards the valley.

Then, with a gentle wave.

In that instant, the three thousand Iron Eagle Warriors behind him moved.

There were no shouts, no roars.

They were like a horde of demons crawling out of hell, silently and like a tidal wave, surging towards the Turkic camp where the revelry was still going on.

What was that sound?

Beside the campfire, a drunken Turkic soldier suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly.

He looked up in confusion and rubbed his eyes.

In the darkness in the distance, countless red shadows seemed to be approaching at an incredible speed.

"Enemy...enemy attack?"

Just as he was about to sound the alarm, a black feathered arrow pierced his throat with a "thud," silencing him completely.

The slaughter began.

The Iron Eagle Warriors are like a group of top-notch hunters; they know the night as well as the lines on their own palms.

The sound of Qin's sword being drawn was as soft as a lover's sigh.

But every time it rings out, it is inevitably accompanied by a head rolling to the ground.

The Turkic soldier, still asleep, was beheaded with a single sword stroke, feeling no pain whatsoever.

The centurion, who was boasting by the campfire, had just stood up when three longswords pierced his chest simultaneously from different angles.

This is not a battle.

This was a premeditated and highly efficient massacre.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Finally, some of the more lucid Turks discovered this group of killers from hell and let out a piercing scream.

The entire camp erupted in chaos.

Countless Turkic soldiers emerged from their tents, disheveled, only to be completely engulfed by the red tide before they could even find their weapons.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh became the only accompaniment to this blood-red dawn.

Bai Qi remained standing on the hillside, coldly observing everything.

His face was expressionless, and his lifeless eyes even held a hint of...disappointment?

"Too weak."

He shook his head. "Not even a decent resistance. How boring."

Just then, an Iron Eagle elite soldier responsible for relaying orders appeared silently behind him and knelt on one knee.

"General, the enemy has been routed. Should we pursue them?"

"No need."

Bai Qi slowly raised the long spear in his hand and pointed it towards the direction of Longmen Valley.

"Raise that flag for me..."

"promise!"

After a while.

Inside the valley, Li Shimin, who was making a final stand, suddenly found that the pressure of the siege against them had eased abruptly.

The Turkic soldiers who had been charging forward like mad dogs now stopped in their tracks as if they had seen a ghost, looking back in terror.

"What happened?"

Cheng Yaojin cleaved an enemy in two with his axe, yet he still looked completely bewildered.

Just then.

"Thump—"

A deep, muffled war drumbeat came from the direction of the eastern entrance of the valley, like the death knell, striking the hearts of every Turk.

Followed by.

A huge black banner, embroidered with ferocious blood-red patterns, slowly rose under the light of countless torches, obscuring the last glimmer of light before dawn.

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

In the center of the flag, the character "白" (white) written in blood looked particularly eerie in the firelight, as if it were coming to life, twisting wildly.

"What...what kind of flag is that?"

A young soldier in the Xuanjia Army asked in a trembling voice.

As Qin Qiong looked at the flag, a name that had been buried for a long time suddenly flashed through his mind, a name that was enough to make all military generals tremble.

"white……"

"Could it be... Lord Wu'an?"

"Impossible! Wasn't that someone from the Warring States period?!"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

At the eastern entrance of the valley, where the pass had been completely blocked by the Turks, a deafening scream suddenly erupted.

"ah--!"

"Devil! They are devils!"

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

The 50,000 elite Turkic troops responsible for blocking the way were now like ants whose nest had been disturbed; their formation was in complete disarray, and countless men abandoned their armor and weapons, crying and running back.

Behind them, the red tide was slowly and steadily rolling in.

The central command tent outside the valley.

Hearing the screams coming from the east, Jieli Khan was completely stunned.

"What's going on?! Where did these Tang soldiers come from in the east?!"

He grabbed the scout who had brought the news and roared hysterically, "Where are my fifty thousand troops? Are they all dead?!"

"Damn it... I can't hold on any longer..."

The scout, his face contorted with grief, trembled violently. "Those Red Armor Army soldiers are...too terrifying! They're not like humans, they're more like...like terracotta warriors crawling out of the ground! Invulnerable to swords and spears, possessing immense strength! Our men...collapse at the first touch!"

"Terracotta Army?"

Jieli found it utterly absurd.

"Quickly! Order the central army! Push forward! Hold them off!"

Jieli roared like a madman.

However, his orders had not yet been relayed out of the main tent.

"boom--!!!"

An even more terrifying roar came from the front of the battlefield, right in front of the main tent.

The sound was like a mountain crashing into his encirclement!

Jieli turned his head stiffly.

On the front of Longmen Valley, the Tang army camp, which had been compressed into a tiny dot, was now...

It tore a gash open!

A large flag embroidered with the character "岳" fluttered in the wind!

Beneath the banner, an infantry square clad in heavy black armor, like a black steel wall, was relentlessly and steadily pressing towards his central command tent!

"Then...what is that?!"

Jieli felt like he was going crazy.