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Su Zhe's voice wasn't loud, but it made the White Horse Tribe leader's heart skip a beat.

He shuddered and shuddered.

He glanced at the Qingyang tribe, which was struggling and suffering heavy casualties at the mouth of the valley, and then at the young emperor on the command post, who was as steady as Mount Tai and had an inscrutable expression.

He suddenly understood.

Today's battle is not only a test for the Qingyang tribe.

This is a collective interview for all the surrendered tribes!

Whoever contributes the most, whoever fights the bravest, whoever demonstrates the greatest value and loyalty in this battle, will have the potential to become the new elite of the grasslands tomorrow!

Those tribes that shrink back and try to preserve their strength are destined to be marginalized, or even purged after the war.

The Great Qian Emperor has no need for opportunists.

What he wanted was a loyal hunting dog!

Having figured this out, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the White Horse Tribe leader.

He no longer hesitated.

If he waits any longer, until the Qingyang tribe is wiped out, or until Huyan Lie is defeated, then his intervention will not be "providing timely help," but rather "adding flowers to brocade."

The meaning is completely different.

"Brothers of the White Horse Clan!"

With a clang, he drew his scimitar, raised it high, and roared with all his might, "The time to make a name for ourselves has come! For the future of the tribe, for the glory of the Great Qian Emperor, follow me and kill!"

"kill!"

At his command, thousands of White Horse Cavalrymen launched a charge from the flank.

They transformed into a white, sharp blade, plunging fiercely into the side of the battlefield.

The addition of the White Horse tribe was the final blow that crushed the royal guard.

The balance of power on the battlefield was broken.

The royal guards, who were able to hold their own against the Qingyang tribe, had a huge gap torn in their formation when attacked from both sides.

Huyan Lie was caught in a pincer attack by the chief of the Qingyang tribe and the leader of the Baima tribe. He was struggling to defend himself and was constantly on the run.

Although he was brave, he was no match for the many hands that were at his disposal. Soon, he was covered in several deep wounds that exposed the bone, and his golden armor was stained with blood.

His royal guards, surrounded by twice their number of troops, fell one after another.

Their resistance grew weaker and weaker.

The other tribal leaders who had surrendered could no longer sit still upon witnessing this scene.

The Qingyang and Baima tribes have already gained the upper hand; if they don't perform soon, they might not even get a taste of the spoils.

They feared that if they didn't show "sincerity," they would be completely marginalized by Su Zhe, or even labeled as "disloyal."

"Warriors of the Black Wolf Clan, follow me!"

"Snow Wolf Tribe, charge!"

"We can't let the White Horse Clan steal all the credit!"

With this in mind, one tribal chief after another raised their weapons and eagerly led their people to join the siege.

Like hungry wolves that have smelled blood, they swarmed toward the small battlefield at the mouth of the valley.

The battlefield turned into an utterly absurd farce.

A dozen or so former allied tribes, vying for favor with their new master and for the head that symbolized supreme merit, launched a fierce attack on their former king.

Huyan Lie and his remaining royal guards were completely engulfed in the vast ocean of people's war.

From all directions, I saw familiar faces.

He was surrounded by swords and spears aimed at him from all sides.

"ah--!"

Huyan Lie was utterly desperate.

Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and at the greedy and fanatical expressions in their eyes, he let out a burst of bitter and indignant laughter.

The laughter was filled with desolation and self-mockery.

He finally understood.

From the very beginning, Su Zhe never intended to use his own army to attack him.

What Su Zhe wanted was for them to kill each other.

What Su Zhe wanted was for the grasslands to bleed dry on their own!

How vicious!

How brilliant!

"puff!"

In the instant he lost his focus, the chieftain of the Green Sheep tribe slashed his throat with his curved blade.

Immediately afterwards, the White Horse Tribe leader's spear pierced his chest.

Huyan Lie's body fell heavily off the horse.

He stared wide-eyed at the sky, seemingly questioning the wolf god why the grasslands had suffered such a calamity.

His head was severed by the chieftain of the Qingyang tribe and then held high.

"Huyan Lie is dead!!"

The chieftain of the Qingyang tribe roared in victory with all his might.

At that moment, all fighting ceased.

All eyes were drawn to the blood-dripping head.

The era of the Huyan royal family has come to a complete end.

……

The chieftain of the Qingyang tribe, carrying Huyan Lie's head, walked through the crowd and arrived at Su Zhe's front.

He dismounted, knelt on one knee, and presented the unseeing head with both hands.

"Your Majesty! The traitor Huyan Lie has been slain by this humble general!"

His voice trembled with excitement.

Su Zhe's gaze swept over the head without lingering, then fell upon the tribal chiefs who had just escaped the bloody battle, their armor stained with blood and panting heavily.

When they met Su Zhe's gaze, they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Reverence is deeply ingrained in their very being.

Su Zhe slowly stood up, his calm voice echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

"Huyan is dead, and the grasslands are reborn."

"From this day forward, I hereby appoint the chief of the Qingyang tribe as the 'King of Shunyi,' to govern this grassland on my behalf."

Upon hearing this, the chieftain of the Qingyang tribe, who was also the newly appointed King Shunyi, trembled with excitement and kowtowed heavily to the ground.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your divine grace! Long live the King!"

The leaders of the other tribes looked on with envy and jealousy.

But Su Zhe's next words rekindled their hope.

"The other tribes all made contributions in this suppression of the rebellion. The chief of the White Horse tribe was awarded the title of 'General Who Guards the North,' the chief of the Black Wolf tribe was awarded the title of 'General Who Pacifies the North'... The rest of them were all rewarded, and the rewards were paid out after the war."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

All the tribal chiefs knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

A brand new grassland order, dominated by the Great Qian Dynasty, is about to be established on the blood of Huyan Lie.

But Su Zhe's gaze went beyond these submissive grassland people and looked towards the depths of the Langjuxu Mountains further north.

He had not forgotten the legend about the "holy land".

That might be his biggest takeaway from this trip.