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

On the front of Longmen Valley, Ashina Kubi, the leader of the Tiele tribe, was riding on horseback, brandishing his whip and spitting as he directed the battle.

"Charge! All of you, charge!"

"Anyone who dares to back down a step, I'll chop them up and feed them to the wolves!"

He watched as the Tang army's tortoise shell was about to be worn through, and it was as if he could already see countless treasures of gold and silver beckoning to him.

But just then...

A wave of heat, carried by the north wind, whistled and hit the back of his head.

Immediately following was a cacophony of screams, even more piercing than the sounds of battle, that spread like a plague from the rear of the army.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Supplies! Our supply depot is on fire!"

Kublai suddenly turned around.

Several miles away, flames shot into the sky, turning half the sky a ghastly blood red. The billowing smoke carried the pungent smells of burnt meat and grain, wafting straight into our nostrils.

"It's over..."

Kublai's riding whip fell to the ground with a "thud".

For nomadic peoples of the grasslands, food is life. Without food, these hundreds of thousands of soldiers are just hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting to starve!

"The Khan is dead! The provisions are gone!"

"Run! We'll starve to death here if we don't run!"

Panic instantly gripped the entire army.

The Tiele cavalry, who had been charging forward with ferocity, suddenly seemed to have lost their backbone, and their offensive collapsed instantly. Some began to turn their horses around, some started pushing and shoving each other, and some even drew their swords against each other to seize a good horse.

This is the fatal weakness of a loose alliance.

When the wind is favorable, everyone strives to be the first; but when the wind is unfavorable, everything collapses instantly.

"Chance!"

Yue Fei, who had been standing like an iron tower at the forefront of the army formation, suddenly opened his phoenix eyes.

In that instant, the glint in his eyes was sharper than a blade.

"The Beiwei Army!"

Yue Fei pointed his spear forward, his voice booming like thunder, echoing in the ears of every soldier.

"The enemy is in disarray!"

"Shieldbearers, form ranks!"

"Mo Dao soldiers, advance!"

"Give me your orders—break through them!"

"kill--!!!"

The black formation, which was originally in a defensive posture, changed formation in an instant.

The massive tower shield suddenly split open to the sides, revealing the three thousand Mo Dao soldiers who had been waiting in ambush.

They were like a pack of tigers released from their cages, marching heavily and to the beat of rhythmic drums as they pressed forward against the chaotic Turkic army.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Advance like a wall, and both men and horses will be shattered!

The Mo Dao (陌刀) was wielded like the blades of a meat grinder, mercilessly reaping all living things before it.

At this point, the Turks had no interest in fighting.

With their backyard on fire and killers lurking in front of them, all they wanted to do was run, to get as far away from these black devils as possible!

"Run! Don't block the way!"

"Get out of my way! Let me go first!"

Trampling, shoving, and infighting.

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

At that very moment, inside the valley, Li Shimin, who had been struggling to hold on, also keenly sensed an opportunity to fight.

He wiped the blood off his face. Although he was so hungry that his eyes were blurry, he suddenly seemed to have a burst of energy before death, and he unleashed astonishing power.

"Brothers!"

Li Shimin, his voice hoarse, raised the chipped Emperor's Sword in his hand.

"Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Those barbarians are in disarray! Their supplies have been burned!"

"Those who don't want to die, those who don't want to starve to death in this ravine, stand up!"

"Charge out with me! Bite these bastards to death!"

"kill!"

When a desperate situation is miraculously overcome, the power that erupts is terrifying.

The remaining two thousand-plus Xuanjia soldiers, even though they were hungry and covered in wounds, were like madmen, howling as they followed the emperor out of the valley.

They cooperated from within and without.

Besieged on all sides.

The 100,000-strong army of the Tiele tribe was instantly sandwiched between these two torrents of steel, like a sandwich cookie, and was crushed.

"Stop killing me! I surrender! I surrender!"

As Kublai Khan watched the number of people around him dwindle and the black banner bearing the character "Yue" drew ever closer, he finally broke down.

He dropped his scimitar, tumbled off his horse, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically.

however.

Yue Fei didn't even glance at him. Using the momentum of the horse's movement, he used his spear to knock away one of Yue Fei's personal guards, then coldly gave the order:

"His Highness has given the order."

"No swords will be sheathed, no surrenders will be accepted."

"Keep pushing forward!"

This is not a war at all.

This is to drive them away.

Yue Fei was like a seasoned shepherd, driving his flock of frightened sheep in a specific direction.

Where are you going?

Eastward?

Over there were Bai Qi's three thousand Iron Eagle Warriors, sharpening their swords, ready to collect heads.

Westward?

Over there are Chen Zhibao's thousand white-robed ghost riders, who have just killed Tong Yehu and are bored out of their minds.

Run back?

Behind them were Li Shimin and the Xuanjia Army, who were already bloodthirsty.

The Turks were devastated to discover that the vast Longmen Valley had been transformed into a giant, airtight iron can.

And they are the turtles in this jar.

There was no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to hell.

"This...this is going to wipe us out!"

A Turkic commander, watching the Tang army flags gradually closing in, collapsed onto a pool of blood, his eyes vacant.

"Surround three sides but leave one open? That's military strategy."

"These Tang soldiers...they have absolutely no concept of military strategy!"

"They've come to exterminate our entire race!"

In one corner of the battlefield, Yue Fei reined in his horse and gazed at Bai Qi, who had just charged in from the east.

Although they didn't speak, they understood each other's meaning through their eye contact.

The pocket was tied tightly.

"General Yue."

Bai Qi rode closer, his body covered in thick blood, as if he were wearing a layer of red armor. He licked his lips, his voice hoarse and frightening.

"These useless guys can't run anymore, they're all huddled together."

"So, is it simpler to just bury it, or should His Highness come and choose?"

Yue Fei frowned, glanced at the Turks kneeling on the ground trembling and unable to even hold their weapons, and lowered his spear slightly.

"Let's surround it for now."

"His Highness said that His Majesty should be given a chance to vent his anger."

"after all……"

Yue Fei pointed to Li Shimin in the distance, who was carrying a broken sword and looking around frantically looking for someone to kill, and a rare smile appeared on his lips.

"His Majesty has been holding it in for two days. He needs to let it out, otherwise he might get sick from holding it in."