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

All the fat on Tongyahu Khan's body froze in that instant.

The icy touch against his back felt like the fingertips of death. Although it hadn't pierced his skin yet, the bone-chilling cold had already traveled up his spine and to the top of his head, making his teeth chatter.

The guards around them only then realized what was happening. Their eyes widened like saucers, some drawing their swords, others drawing their bows, all shouting in Turkic gibberish that roughly meant things like "Release the Khan" or "Leave your body intact."

But no one dared to make a move.

Because that man in white had such a powerful aura.

He held the gun in one hand, his posture as elegant as if he were attending a royal banquet, rather than amidst a vast army. His purple eyes held a detached indifference to the common people, as if the hundreds of elite guards surrounding him were nothing more than a swarm of buzzing flies.

“Who…who are you?”

Tong Yehu's Adam's apple bobbed laboredly, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and dripping onto the horse's mane. "I am the Khan of the Western Turks! Do you want money? Women? Or territory? Just put your gun away, and I... I'll give you everything!"

"Besides, I have an army of 50,000 behind me! Even if you kill me, you won't escape!"

He's gambling.

They were betting that the Han Chinese general wouldn't actually make a move, and that the other side wanted to take him hostage.

however.

The elegant voice behind him sighed softly, carrying a hint of dejected disappointment.

Money? Women?

Chen Zhibao shook his head, and the plum wine in his hand moved forward slightly, piercing the luxurious fur coat.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"

"I am not here for money, nor for negotiation."

"I just feel that there are too many Khans in the world, and it's too noisy."

Tong Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented sense of impending death made him instantly furious.

"No! Don't..."

"Pfft—"

A soft sound.

It was like a red-hot knife cutting into a block of solidified lard.

The spear called "Plum Wine" pierced through Tong Yehu's broad back instantly without any obstruction or hesitation, precisely striking his heart before emerging from his chest!

Fresh blood gushed from the tip of the gun, blooming into a bewitching blood flower in the air.

Tong Yehu lowered his head, staring blankly at the silver spear tip on his chest that was still trembling slightly.

His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but only a "hoho" sound could be heard coming from his throat.

The light in his eyes was quickly fading, replaced by endless confusion and fear.

Is that... the end?

I am the Tongyabgu! The mighty ruler of the Western Turks! The steppe overlord who commands an army of 50,000 and is ready to reap the benefits!

I haven't drawn my sword yet, haven't commanded my army to charge, and haven't even had a chance to see what the person who killed me looks like...

That's it...gone?

"Too weak."

Chen Zhibao coldly uttered two words, flicked his wrist, and suddenly drew his spear.

"Thump!"

Tong Yehu's obese body fell heavily off his horse like a sack of tattered garbage, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Those unclosed eyes still stared straight at the sky, as if questioning the Eternal Heaven: Did you get the wrong script?

Quiet.

The entire hill was plunged into a deathly silence.

The Turkic guards stared at the corpses on the ground, their minds blank, completely unable to process what was happening before their eyes.

The Great Khan... is dead?

He was stabbed to death like that?

"Run!!!"

Someone shouted first, and the scream was like the first domino to fall.

The guards, who had been so fierce just moments before, instantly broke down.

Even the Great Khan was instantly killed, are these people just going to go up there and become easy prey?

"A devil! This is a devil in white!"

"The Khan is dead! Run!"

Fear, like a plague, spread with terrifying speed through the Western Turkic camp.

The 50,000-strong army was originally a community of interests that came together for the purpose of looting. Now that their commander is dead, it's like the tree falling and the monkeys scattering.

No one thought about revenge; everyone had only one thought in their minds—escape!

Stay as far away from this white-clad killer as possible!

"Boom!"

The 50,000 cavalrymen's camp was in chaos.

They scattered and ran in the darkness, trampling each other. In their struggle for escape, some even swung knives at their own companions.

Even worse, in their panic, most of the routed soldiers crashed headlong into the east—the flank of Khagan Jieli's central army!

"Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"

"Get out of our way! That's our path!"

The routed soldiers of the Western Turks and the defeated Jieli tribesmen from the main battlefield clashed violently in the darkness.

On one side were frightened birds who thought they were being chased by a god of death, and on the other side were the remnants of the defeated army who had been beaten dizzy by Yue Fei.

The two groups didn't know each other, and neither was willing to give way to the other.

"Kill! Those who block the way shall die!"

It's unclear who started it, but the two Turkic armies, which were originally allies, suddenly engaged in a brutal and bloody battle on the flank of Longmen Valley!

This is simply a farce.

A dark comedy built on blood and lives.

On the hill.

Chen Zhibao reined in his horse and stood still, his white robe fluttering in the night wind, spotless.

He looked down at the chaotic battlefield, at the Turks hacking and slashing at each other like headless flies, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"A mob."

"Killing this kind of person would just dirty my gun."

The lieutenant rode up and, seeing the spectacular scene of the camp being blasted apart, his hands trembled with excitement: "General! Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Should we give chase? And take advantage of the chaos to chop off a few more heads?"

"Pursuit?"

Chen Zhibao shook his head, his gaze passing over the chaotic crowd and landing in the distance.

That was the main supply camp of the Turkic coalition.

Although the defenses were heavily fortified, the chaos at the front lines had created fatal gaps in the defenses.

"What's the point of slaughtering a pig?"

Chen Zhibao turned his horse around, the plum wine in his hand drawing a silver arc in the air, pointing directly at the mountain of grain.

"His Highness said that these barbarians should be taught a lesson."

"Hunger is the best lesson."

"Pass on the order!"

"All troops, turn! Target—the supply depot!"

"Give me... a fire!"

"promise--!!!"

The thousand white-robed cavalrymen ignored the fleeing enemies and, like a pack of ghosts hunting in the night, transformed into streaks of white light once more, heading straight for the lifeblood of the Turks.

At this moment, the soldiers guarding the supply camp were still observing the battle situation ahead, completely unaware that death had already circled around behind them.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Before they could react, countless rockets, each bound with oil-soaked rags, streaked across the night sky like a meteor shower, plunging into the dry haystacks and grain stacks.

"boom--!"

The fire started instantly.

As soon as the autumn wind blew, the fire, fueled by the wind, quickly spread and became a prairie fire!

The towering flames turned half the sky crimson, illuminating the pitch-black night as bright as day!

The sweltering heat could be felt from miles away.

Countless Turkic soldiers screamed and fled in the sea of ​​fire, but they were powerless to stop the all-destroying Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

This fire burned more than just grain and fodder.

This further extinguished the last glimmer of hope and morale of the Turkic coalition.

Yue Fei, who was directing the advance of the Beiwei Army on the main battlefield, saw the flames rising in the distance and couldn't help but laugh three times, then swung his Liquan spear:

"Our supplies have run out! The enemy army is bound to fall into disarray!"

"Beiwei Army! Charge with me!"

At this moment, Bai Qi, who had just slain a Turkic commander of ten thousand men, also looked up at the blazing fire, licked his lips, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This fire... it burns quite beautifully."

"Since there's no food left, let's send them on their way sooner rather than later, so they don't suffer while they're alive."

In the shadows where the firelight couldn't reach.

Chen Zhibao put away his spear, looked at the burning granary, took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped away non-existent bloodstains from the tip of his spear.

The lieutenant, watching from the side, couldn't help but ask:

"General, the fire is done. Where do we go next? To support General Huo?"

Chen Zhibao casually tossed the handkerchief aside, letting it drift into the sea of ​​fire and turn to ashes.

He turned his horse around and looked in the direction of Chang'an, the direction of home.

"Support? If that brat Huo Qubing can't even take down his own stronghold, he might as well give up his title of Marquis of Champion."

"Our mission is complete."

"Let's go find a place to rest for a while."

"After fighting all night, I'm a little... hungry."