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Inside the golden tent of the Great Chanyu in the Northern Barbarian royal court, the newly appointed Great Chanyu, Huyan Lie, paced back and forth restlessly.

The expensive carpet beneath his feet was trampled beyond recognition by his rough leather boots.

It's already the third day.

For three whole days, Wang Ting received no news from the outside world.

All the messengers sent out disappeared without a trace, bringing back no news whatsoever.

This sense of being isolated from the world and the unknown weighed heavily on Huyan Lie, making it hard for him to breathe.

He is Huyan Ba's younger brother.

He inherited his elder brother's title and status, but he failed to inherit his brother's composure in the face of imminent collapse.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

He kicked over the table next to him, scattering the mare's milk wine and roasted meat all over the floor.

The guards outside the tent listened to the commotion inside, keeping their heads down and not daring to make a sound.

Just then, a general clad in armor rushed into the royal tent, his face showing undisguised panic.

"Great Chanyu, something has happened!"

Huyan Lie grabbed his collar, his eyes bloodshot, and growled, "Speak!"

The general trembled with fear and hurriedly reported, "The Black Eagle Tribe and the Snow Wolf Tribe... we've lost contact with them! As agreed, they would send someone to report the situation outside the valley every day, but today, the people we sent to meet them waited for ages and didn't see a soul! We sent out several more groups to scout, but none of them returned!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Yanlie loosened his grip and took two steps back.

Black Eagle Tribe and Snow Wolf Tribe!

Those were not ordinary vassal tribes; they were the most loyal guards of the royal court, the two most powerful forces protecting the outer perimeter of the royal court.

Their chieftains were all loyal followers promoted by Huyan Ba, and their warriors were the fiercest wolves on the grassland.

The loss of contact between these two tribes is far more significant than the disappearance of the messengers they sent out.

This means that the enemy has already reached the heart of the royal court!

The faces of all the generals inside the tent turned extremely grim.

Everyone felt heavy-hearted and extremely panicked.

"Report—!"

Before Huyan Lie could recover from his shock, another sentry responsible for perimeter security stumbled in.

He had run so fast that he fell to the ground as soon as he entered the tent, but he ignored the pain and crawled to Huyan Lie on all fours, his voice distorted by extreme fear.

"Great...Great Chanyu! Outside the valley...outside...there are people everywhere! It's the army of the Great Qian!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the royal tent froze.

Huyan Lie and all the Northern Barbarian generals inside the tent rushed out of the royal tent.

They rushed to the lookout point and strained their eyes to see beyond the valley.

When they finally saw the view in the distance, everyone felt as if their blood had been drained.

On the distant horizon, a long black line appeared.

The line stretched, widened, and thickened in their field of vision, eventually transforming into a boundless ocean of steel.

Banners fluttered like a forest, and swords and spears gleamed like snow.

Countless soldiers stood in neat square formations, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

The army of the Great Qian Dynasty!

They didn't know when they arrived, or how they got there.

They seemed to have emerged from underground, completely surrounding the valley.

The impeccable military bearing and solemn aura made these self-proclaimed eagles of the grasslands, the northern barbarian generals, experience for the first time what true battle-hardened elites were all about.

What truly broke their morale was the familiar faces and banners of the Daqian army on the battlefield.

Qingyang Tribe!

White Horse Division!

Black Wolf Tribe!

……

Yesterday, these tribes were their "allies," drinking and eating together, calling each other brothers. Today, they are neatly lined up in the enemy's camp.

Holding their tribal flags, they stood at the forefront of the Daqian army, gazing at them from the valley with an utterly unfamiliar look.

In those gazes, some avoided eye contact with guilt, while others stared straight at them, their former affection gone, replaced by resolute indifference.

betray!

This is blatant betrayal!

Hu Yanlie felt a wave of darkness wash over him, and he finally understood why the royal court had lost contact with the outside world.

It wasn't that the enemy had sealed him off too well, but rather that all his tentacles and fangs had been severed, even turned into knives aimed at him!

Beneath a huge black dragon banner in the ranks of the Daqian army, Su Zhe did not order an attack on the city.

He simply looked calmly at the isolated and helpless royal court at the mouth of the valley, and at the Northern Barbarian generals who were in chaos on the watchtower.

He gave a few instructions to Chen Baipao beside him.

Soon, the tribal chiefs who had just surrendered were "invited" to the front lines.

They rode their horses, "escorted" by hundreds of Snow Dragon Riders, slowly making their way into the valley.

"Father! It's me, Tuge! Can you see me?"

Tuge, the young chieftain of the Qingyang tribe, shouted loudly into the valley. His voice was choked with sobs, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire valley.

"Father! Stop fighting! We can't win! The Emperor of Daqian is benevolent. He promised that if we submit, he will give us new pastures, ten times better than ours! We won't have to live in fear anymore!"

"My brothers! I am Batu of the Black Wolf Tribe! Stop fighting for the Huyan family! They are finished! Great Chanyu Huyan Ba ​​is dead, and his 400,000-strong army is gone! We Northern Barbarians have lost! Come out, let's live together!"

"Fellow tribesmen in the valley! I am the leader of the White Horse tribe! Listen to me, the Great Qian Emperor only exterminates the Huyan royal family, he will not make things difficult for us ordinary herders! Lay down your weapons, leave the valley, and we can still keep our tents and livestock!"

Familiar accents and poignant words echoed through the valley, striking the hearts of every soldier in the royal court.

The garrison in the valley began to stir.

Many soldiers' faces showed struggle and hesitation.

Many of them have relatives in those tribes outside.

Now, their fathers, brothers, and friends stand in the enemy's camp, calling out to them.

On one side was a desperate resistance, and on the other were the calls of loved ones and the hope of survival.

This multiple-choice question is not difficult.

Small-scale disturbances began to occur within the royal court.

Some soldiers threw down their weapons and tried to rush out of the valley to find their families.

"Halt! Those who retreat will die!"

Huyan Lie's supervisory team raised their scimitars.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered as several soldiers who had led the riot were mercilessly killed on the spot.

This bloody scene, instead of quelling the unrest, stirred up even greater panic and discontent.

Fear spread like a plague among the defenders.

The morale of the troops has already collapsed.

On the observation platform, Hu Yanlie watched the escalating chaos below and his former allies outside the formation. He knew that things could not continue like this.

If this continues, his royal court will collapse from within without the Daqian people even having to lift a finger.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He stepped down from the watchtower and, surrounded by his personal guards, put on the golden armor that symbolized the supreme power of the Great Chanyu.

He picked up the scimitar left behind by his elder brother Huyan Ba, walked step by step to the front of the battle, and stood at the very front of the valley.

He wanted to use a final battle to salvage the crumbling morale of his army.

He wanted all his clansmen to see that not a single man in the Huyan family was a coward!

Huyan Lie raised his curved sword high, the blade pointing directly at the black dragon flag in the distance, and with all his might, let out a deafening roar.

"Su Zhe! You cowardly southerner who only knows how to use schemes and tricks!"

"Do you dare to come out and fight me, Huyan Lie, in a fair and square battle!"

He wanted to replicate his elder brother Huyan Ba's strategy, using a thrilling one-on-one duel to decide the outcome of the war.

But he had no idea what kind of monster he was facing that was completely unpredictable.

His roar echoed through the valley, filled with tragedy and determination.

All he received in return was silence.