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

To the east of Longmen Valley, the blood-red "White" banner was like a death warrant, instantly draining the morale of the rear of the Turkic coalition.

"Tang army! It's Tang army reinforcements!"

"Our escape route has been cut off!"

Panic spread like a plague through the chaotic ranks at an unprecedented speed. The tens of thousands of Tiele cavalry originally tasked with besieging the valley entrance were now in disarray, their offensive noticeably stalled, and many even began to look back hesitantly, fearing that their tribes would become the next target of that red-armored demon.

opportunity!

On the front of the valley, behind the black steel wall formed by the Beiwei Army, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth in Yue Fei's eyes, which were as steady as mountains.

"Now!"

He pointed his spear forward sharply, his voice lacking Bai Qi's sinister tone and Huo Qubing's arrogance, yet carrying a righteous spirit that could inspire the entire army to fight to the death.

"Beiwei Army, listen to my command!"

"Activate the formation!"

"Boom—"

That steel defensive line, composed of hundreds of giant tower shields, which even a stampede of Turkic horses could not budge an inch from, suddenly opened slowly to both sides like a giant gate, accompanied by a teeth-grinding mechanical sound.

There was no chaos, no uproar.

Only the sound of synchronized footsteps and the cold rustling of armor rubbing together could be heard.

A forest composed of three thousand long-handled swords, gleaming with the cold light of death, appeared before all the Turks.

"What are they doing? Are they crazy?!"

On the hillside, a leader of the Tiele tribe stared in disbelief. "The infantry phalanx actually dared to open a breach? Are they courting death?"

What do cavalry rely on to defeat infantry?

It's all about the impact! It's about exploiting the openings in infantry formations during transitions, swarming in, and tearing them apart!

Now, this group of Tang soldiers in black armor have actually revealed their "flaws" on their own initiative?

"Charge! Charge in!"

The leader, like a shark smelling blood, brandished his scimitar and roared hysterically, "Tear them apart! Smash their turtle shells!"

"Awooo—!"

Thousands of elite Tiele cavalrymen, as if injected with chicken blood, let out bursts of beast-like howls, brandishing their scimitars, and like a black torrent, crashed fiercely into the gaping "gap" opened by the Beiwei Army.

however.

What awaited them was neither the carnage they had imagined, nor the expected collapse of their formation.

Instead... it was a moving mountain of knives.

"Mo Dao! Form ranks!"

Yue Fei's orders were calm and clear.

"First row, hold your arms straight!"

"Second row, lift it up!"

"Third row, ready!"

"Using fifty paces as the interval, rotate in three stages!"

"Proceed!"

"kill--!!!"

The three thousand Beiwei soldiers roared in unison, their voices converging into a single sound that faintly resembled the roar of a dragon.

They didn't stay put and defend.

Instead, with heavy but unwavering steps, they slowly and irresistibly pressed forward against the charge of thousands of cavalry!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

With each step, the earth trembled.

That wasn't walking; that was tolling the death knell for the Turks!

"Pfft—!"

The Turkic cavalry at the forefront, their sinister smiles still etched on their faces, saw a flash of gleaming blade before their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he and his warhorse were as if they had been neatly cut in half by an invisible giant pair of scissors.

Its upper body was still flying forward, but its lower body, along with the horse's corpse, crashed to the ground.

This is not a chop.

This is cutting.

Three thousand long-handled swords, forged from blast furnace steel, formed rows of merciless blades. The first row, held horizontally, was responsible for severing the horses' legs; the second row followed closely behind, responsible for finishing off the riders who had fallen from their horses.

They work in perfect harmony, with precision and efficiency, just like a well-designed meat grinder.

The formidable striking power that the Turkic cavalry were so proud of proved to be as fragile as a joke in the face of this moving mountain of knives.

The corpses of men and horses piled up in layers in front of the Beiwei Army, but they couldn't even slow their advance for a moment.

They stepped over the enemy's corpses and the thick blood, advancing step by step, resolutely and unwaveringly, crushing everything in their path!

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

Inside the valley, Li Shimin, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at the black army at the valley entrance, which seemed like gods and demons descending to earth, and muttered to himself.

The broken axe handle in Cheng Yaojin's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," and he opened his mouth wide, drooling all over the ground.

"My goodness... these infantrymen... they're even more ruthless than Bai Qi's gang of killers..."

"It is easier to shake a mountain than to shake the Yue family."

"Military trouble!"

Just then, a powerful battle roar rose from the black military formation, like rolling thunder, drowning out all other sounds on the battlefield.

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

Three thousand soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding fields and their spirit swallowing mountains and rivers!

That invincible aura of standing tall and unyielding courage instantly shattered the last psychological defenses of the Turks.

"Devil! They are devils!"

"Run! Run!"

The Turkic army on the front lines was completely thrown into chaos.

Standing on the hillside, Jieli Khan looked at the blood-red mist reaping lives to the east, and then at the black mountain of knives crushing everything in front of him. He felt dizzy and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Where the hell did these gods come from?

"Great Khan! We can't hold on any longer! Let's retreat!"

Zhishi Sili scrambled to Jieli's side, his face filled with despair. "The east is blocked! We can't break through from the front! If we don't leave now, our 100,000-strong central army will be worn down here!"

"Retreat? Where to retreat to?"

Jieli's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything.

He still has one last trump card.

He also has 100,000 elite troops guarding the central army!

As long as this force remains, he still has a chance to turn the tide!

"Pass down the order! Let..."

He was just about to give the order to send the Royal Guard to support the main battlefield.

Sudden.

"Boom—!"

A loud bang suddenly came from behind him, from the direction of his golden tent, which symbolized the supreme power of the grasslands.

Immediately afterwards, a banner embroidered with a wolf's head snapped in half with a "crack" amidst the towering flames!

Jieli turned his head stiffly.

Suddenly, a raging fire broke out in his central command camp.

A small but lightning-fast cavalry force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, forcefully breaking through his most elite personal guard and striking straight at the heart of the enemy!

The silver-armored young general at the head of the group wielded his long spear with the agility of a dragon emerging from the sea, causing chaos and destruction wherever he went!

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

Looking at the fallen banner, Jieli felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

"How come there are Tang soldiers there?!"