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

Rewind half an hour.

On the west side of Longmen Valley, in an inconspicuous dense forest.

Eight hundred Snow Dragon Riders, clad in silver armor and riding white horses, lay silently in the darkness, like a pack of lurking wolves on the ice plains, quiet yet deadly.

Li Chengqian, dressed in his flamboyant prince's armor, rode on the Jade Lion, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and a monocular telescope in his hand, idly observing the brightly lit Turkic camp in the distance.

"Wow, this is quite a lively scene."

He glanced at the Turkic soldiers dancing around the campfire and scoffed, "Roasted whole lamb and mare's milk wine, it's like a party, but they don't invite us."

Beside him, Huo Qubing, clad in gleaming silver armor and wielding a tiger-headed golden spear, sat astride his magnificent steed, "Sa Lu Zi." His sharp eyes were fixed on the most luxurious and enormous golden tent in the distance, his fighting spirit almost tangible.

"Your Highness."

Huo Qubing's voice was low, yet it revealed an barely suppressed excitement: "The time is almost here."

"General Bai Qi and General Yue Fei should already be in position. As soon as they make their move, the Turks' attention will be completely drawn to them."

"At that time, it will be our best chance... to strike at the heart of the enemy's territory!"

"What's the rush?"

Li Chengqian yawned and slowly put down his binoculars. "Let my dad get a little more of a beating. Otherwise, he won't remember this lesson."

Huo Qubing: "..."

He simply couldn't understand the young prince's thought process.

Using her own father as bait, and then complaining that her father hadn't been beaten long enough?

This is something I've never heard of before.

"Your Highness, speed is of the essence in war..."

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Li Chengqian waved his hand impatiently, "You brat, why are you even more impatient than me? Are you that eager for war?"

"This humble general was born for war!"

Huo Qubing straightened his chest, his young and heroic face filled with innate pride and confidence.

"Your Highness, give me eight hundred riders!"

The spear in his hand suddenly stopped, emitting a "humming" sound.

"This humble general is willing to be Your Highness's vanguard, and amidst the vast army, take down the head of the dog Jieli!"

Seeing Huo Qubing's fanatical expression that said, "If you don't let me fight, I'll die in front of you," Li Chengqian finally smiled.

"Fine, I give up."

He pulled a compressed biscuit from his pocket and threw it over.

"Have something to eat first."

"Once we start cooking, I won't have time to cook for you."

He raised the telescope again—

Jing's gaze was fixed on the east and west sides of the distant valley.

Suddenly, two faint lights flashed and disappeared in the pitch-black night.

That was... the signal that Bai Qi and Yue Fei had agreed upon.

The smile on Li Chengqian's lips instantly turned cold and cruel.

"Dinner is ready."

He threw away the grass root in his mouth, drew the Prince's Sword from his waist that had never seen blood, and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the brightly lit ocean in front of him.

"Target: The Golden Horde!"

"Today, I will show these barbarians of the grasslands what it means to be—"

"No matter how far away they are, they will be punished!"

Li Chengqian's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Snow Dragon Rider.

"roar--!!!"

The fighting spirit that had been suppressed for so long erupted at this moment.

Eight hundred tigers finally revealed their sharp fangs.

"Follow my lead!"

"charge!!!"

Huo Qubing let out a loud shout and spurred his horse's belly with both legs.

"Herod—!"

"Saluzi" let out a high-pitched neigh, its four hooves off the ground, and like a black lightning bolt, it was the first to rush out of the dense forest.

Behind him, eight hundred white horse riders followed closely, instantly forming a silvery torrent that plunged into the seemingly impregnable Turkic camp with unstoppable force!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Turkic sentries finally spotted the cavalry that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sounded a piercing alarm.

But it was too late.

The Great Snow Dragon Rider is too fast.

It was as fast as a gust of wind, a gust of wind with blades on it.

They didn't even bother with the ordinary soldiers rushing out of the tents, but instead, like a red-hot scalpel, they moved with extreme precision and ruthlessness—

Following a pre-planned route, it cut straight and without hesitation towards the heart of the entire camp—

The central golden tent of Khagan Jieli!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Everything blocking the way, whether it was a person, a horse, a tent, or a campfire, was cleaved in two by the gleaming blade.

Eight hundred cavalrymen, as one.

They are silent, efficient, and ruthless.

No one showed the slightest emotion on their face; only absolute focus on the killing.

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n's personal guard, known as the "wolf cubs," was the most elite force in the entire Turkic Khaganate.

But in the face of the Great Snow Dragon Riders, they were as vulnerable as a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Their scimitars struck the dragoons' heavy armor, producing only a few pitiful sparks.

But when the dragon rider swung his longsword, he cleaved the man and his armor in two!

"Boom—!"

Huo Qubing took the lead, his tiger-headed golden spear sweeping out and severing the wolf-headed banner that symbolized the Turkic royal power in two!

The moment the commander's flag fell, the morale of the entire central army camp collapsed.

"The commander's flag has fallen! The Great Khan has been defeated!"

"Run!"

Panic spread like a plague.

At this moment, Khagan Jieli had just recovered from the devastating news that "the east was full of red-armored soldiers." Before he could even put on his trousers, he heard the deafening shouts of battle outside the tent.

"What's going on?! Where did those shouts of battle come from?!"

He shoved aside the trembling Hu woman beside him and staggered out of the tent.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the fallen banner and the silver figure that looked like a god descending to earth in the firelight.

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

Jieli felt dizzy and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Is this some kind of magic trick?

Why are Tang soldiers appearing everywhere?!

Just as he was lost in thought...

Huo Qubing had already reached the Golden Tent.

He looked at the disheveled, terrified Turkic Khan and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

He hurled the spear in his hand forward with a sudden thrust!

"call out--!"

The spear transformed into a streak of light, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and pierced directly through the luxurious tent made of pure gold.

"Boom—!"

The golden tent split open and collapsed with a crash.

Amidst the rising dust.

Huo Qubing reined in his horse, his spear pointing diagonally, the tip of which still held half of the broken golden roof.

He looked at the disheveled and limp Khan Jieli on the ground, a contemptuous smile curving his lips.

The firelight illuminated his young and heroic face, making him look like a god.

"Jiali, you old dog."

The boy's voice was clear and bright, yet it carried a deep-seated arrogance that resounded throughout the entire central army camp.

"How have you been?"

"Your grandfather is Huo Qubing, the Great General of the Han Dynasty!"

"I've come... specifically to take your dog's life!"