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

Just as Yue Fei's Beiwei Army, like a moving steel wall, was slowly but irresistibly pushing across the grasslands, crushing all the tribes that dared to resist into dust along the way.

The other army, however, moved like a gust of wind or a bolt of lightning, having already silently bypassed the main battlefield and penetrated hundreds of miles into the heart of the grasslands.

Eight hundred riders.

It was still the same eight hundred Snow Dragon Riders, clad in silver armor and riding white horses.

This time, however, the leader was no longer the impossibly elegant Chen Zhibao, but a young general exuding a wild and unruly aura.

Huo Qubing.

This born warmonger went completely mad after getting his hands on the latest military binoculars.

He didn't take the main road, nor did he have a guide.

He was like a falcon wandering in his own backyard, speeding wildly across the vast grasslands with only his vision ahead of his time and his beast-like war instincts.

"General! Have we... taken the wrong path?"

A centurion of the Great Snow Dragon Riders, looking at the increasingly desolate scenery around him, couldn't help but spur his horse to catch up and ask, "According to the map, Jieli's royal court should be in the southeast. We're almost at the edge of the North Sea, drinking the wind."

"map?"

Huo Qubing reined in his horse, took a water bag from the saddle, tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor, revealing an extremely arrogant smile on his face.

As the art of war says, "When a general is in the field, he may disobey some of the emperor's orders."

"His Highness only told me to come to the north, but he didn't tell me which road to take."

He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and his bright, star-like eyes shone with a light called "excitement".

"Besides, who told you I came here to find my way?"

"I came here... because I'm lost."

Centurion: "???"

He felt like he couldn't keep up with his new boss's train of thought.

"Follow me, go wherever there are no people, hide wherever the grass is deep."

Huo Qubing brandished his spear, pointing it into the distance.

"We must be like a pack of wolves on the plains, no, like a pack of ghosts."

"Let the enemy know we exist, but they'll never be able to catch us."

"Once they've drawn all their attention to General Yue Fei's main force, and once they think their rear is safe..."

Huo Qu-

The sick man grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Let's stab them in the backside!"

"This is called—a lightning strike, a decapitation strike tactic!"

"Did you understand?!"

"Got it!"

Eight hundred Snow Dragon Riders roared in unison, their voices filled with a thirst for war.

They were a group of unruly and arrogant soldiers. Although following Chen Zhibao's "technical" style was enjoyable, they always felt that something was missing.

Now, encountering a "madman" like Huo Qubing, who is unreasonable and only goes for the kill, is like a turtle meeting a green bean—they've hit it off!

……

three days later.

The Turkic royal court, the royal tent.

This was the stronghold of Khagan Jieli and the heart of the entire Eastern Turkic Khaganate.

But at this moment, it is a scene of singing and dancing in peace and prosperity.

News of the Great Khan personally leading an army of 300,000 to the south had already reached back. To the nobles who remained behind, this was not a war at all, but an armed parade.

The mere Tang Dynasty is easily captured.

What they need to do now is prepare fine wine and roasted lamb, and wait for the Great Khan to return in triumph with countless treasures of gold and silver and Han slaves.

Inside the golden tent.

The sons of Jieli Khan were embracing a beautiful Hu woman and getting completely drunk.

"Father Khan's southward campaign will surely avenge our past humiliations!"

The eldest son, Dieluzhi, raised the golden cup, his face beaming, and declared, "Once Father Khan has conquered Chang'an, let's go and enjoy that wonderful world!"

"That's right! I've heard that all the Han princesses are incredibly beautiful. Let's each take one!"

The princes were lost in their daydreams, completely unaware that the commotion outside the tent seemed to have subsided somewhat.

"What's going on? Where are the guards outside? Why aren't they dancing?"

Die Luozhi frowned and called out somewhat displeased.

However, no one responded to him.

An eerie silence fell over the entire area around the golden tent.

"Guards! Where have you all been?!"

Die Luozhi roared, shoved the woman in his arms away, staggered to his feet, and prepared to go out and see what was going on.

He had just lifted the curtain.

"Pfft—"

A soft sound.

Die Luozhi's body stiffened abruptly, and he looked down.

A cold, blood-dripping silver spear tip emerged from his chest.

"you……"

He struggled to lift his head, looking at the boy standing outside the tent, holding a long spear, dressed in silver armor like a god descended from heaven, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

"Who are you……"

"The one who will take your life."

Huo Qubing flicked his wrist, and the spear was drawn.

The corpses of the stacked branches slumped to the ground.

Inside the golden tent, a piercing scream suddenly erupted.

The princes and orangutans were terrified when they saw the boy at the door who looked like a demon.

Huo Qu-

The disease ignored these ants.

He kicked aside the corpse blocking his way and strode into the golden tent, which symbolized the highest power of the Turks.

He looked around at the extravagance scattered on the ground, and at the trembling women and children, a hint of disappointment appearing on his face.

"this one?"

"I thought there was some amazing treasure here."

He walked to the head seat, picked up the pure gold wine cup belonging to Khagan Jieli, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it on the ground with disdain.

"What terrible taste."

He plopped down on the throne covered with a whole tiger skin and stuck the tiger-headed golden spear in his hand to the side.

Then, he gave a bright, yet chilling smile to the Turkic nobles outside the tent who were already under the control of the Great Snow Dragon Riders and too scared to even breathe.

"Excuse me, everyone."

The young general's voice was clear and bright, standing out exceptionally well on the desolate grassland.

"It seems... it was an accident."

"I got lost and ended up at your house again."