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Ashina Nima gathered the remaining troops and took stock of his forces.

They had been tricked into firing a volley by Li Xiuning earlier, losing several hundred cavalrymen. Just as they charged into the Mo Dao formation, nearly a thousand of them were killed.

The remaining two thousand or so retreated outside the Mo Dao formation and regrouped.

Ashina Nima looked around.

This place is called Boye Plain, but it's not a vast, boundless plain at all.

Beneath our feet lay intermittent reed beds, shallow mud pits stretching as far as the eye could see, and deep ones that reached up to the horse's knees.

There were only a few open spaces suitable for horse racing, which were fragmented by puddles and reeds.

If you want to run, you have to find a way to run.

In front, Kan Leng's array of Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) stood there like an iron wall, their blades cold and immovable.

On both flanks, Li Xiuning's archer cavalry were slowly closing in.

He knew in his heart that rushing any further would be suicide.

But he couldn't retreat either.

If the cavalry retreats and their ranks fall into disarray, they will be easy targets for archers to shoot from behind.

"Order—the entire army turns around and charges toward the right flank! Concentrate all forces and break through at a single point!"

Two thousand Turkic cavalry turned their horses around and charged towards the right flank.

Dou Xianniang's right flank consisted of only a thousand cavalrymen, who faced two thousand Turkic cavalrymen head-on.

In the instant of close combat, the sounds of clashing swords and spears were as dense as a torrential rain, and the neighing of warhorses rose and fell.

The Turkic cavalry, relying on their superior numbers, charged with tremendous force, pushing Dou Xianniang's lines back step by step.

Li Xiuning, who was on the left wing, saw this clearly and her expression changed.

"The Turks aren't in disarray! They're breaking out!"

"Turn around and engage the rear guard of the Turks! Don't let them get away!"

The left wing of a thousand archers turned around and pursued the Turks from behind, shooting as they went.

Arrows rained down from behind, and the Turkic rear guard cavalrymen fell from their horses one after another.

Ashina Nima remained unmoved, turning his head without looking back, and focused all his strength on charging towards Dou Xianniang's side.

"Don't worry about what's behind you! Charge forward! Tear an opening and you'll survive!"

The Turkic cavalry pressed forward like madmen, and Dou Xianniang's side gradually couldn't hold on, and their lines were broken into pieces.

"Hold on! We can't let them get away!"

Dou Xianniang screamed and spurred her horse forward, her pear blossom spear slaying two Turkic cavalrymen who had rushed in.

But she couldn't hold the line by herself; the gap on the right flank was getting bigger and bigger, and the vanguard of the Turkic cavalry was about to break through.

Kan Leng, seeing the situation clearly from the front, immediately ordered the Mo Dao formation to turn around.

"Move laterally! Move to the right flank! Seal the breach!"

Eight hundred swordsmen, carrying their swords, moved quickly along the hard ground between the muddy puddles.

However, the heavily armored infantry could not move quickly and were still some distance from the breach.

Seeing that the battle lines were about to collapse, Dou Xianniang gritted her teeth, spurred her horse forward, and charged straight toward Ashina Nima's banner.

Fearing for Dou Xianniang's safety, her two personal guards spurred their horses and followed.

The three men, on three horses, charged against the direction in which the Turks were breaking out.

A group of Turkic cavalrymen blocked their way.

Dou Xianniang used her pear blossom spear to thrust left and right, knocking two people off their horses in succession.

The third rider attacked from the side, but she dodged the blade and swept the man's neck with her spear shaft, knocking him off his horse.

Two stray arrows were nailed to the armor, and two bodyguards fell from their horses one after the other in the melee.

Dou Xianniang did not slow down and continued to charge forward alone.

"Get out of my way! Anyone who blocks my path will die!"

She screamed and used the tip of her spear to knock down a centurion who was blocking her way.

Ashina Nima is directing the vanguard to charge outwards.

The gap was right in front of him; he could almost see the scene of rushing out and joining forces with the Duobi.

But the scene not far ahead shocked him.

A female general, covered in blood, rode alone and charged towards him.

"Who is that?"

"It seems to be Dou Jiande's daughter, Dou Xianniang—"

Ashina Nima's face flushed red.

"A woman came charging into my central command? Does she have a death wish?"

He pulled out his spiked club and spurred his horse to meet them.

The two bumped into each other amidst the chaos of battle.

Ashina Nima swung his wolf-tooth club in a wide arc and smashed it down.

Dou Xianniang parried with her spear, but the shaft was bent by the impact, and the shock made her hands go numb.

But as she turned to the side to deflect the force, she also flicked the butt of the spear, using Ashina Nima's own strength to deflect him by half a step.

Ashina Nima stumbled, and before he could retract his staff, Dou Xianniang's spear tip was already at his ribs.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, the tip of the spear grazing the armor plate, cutting a gash from which beads of blood seeped out.

"He's got some skills."

Ashina Nima gritted his teeth and brought his spiked club down again.

Dou Xianniang spurred her horse to the side, and the pear blossom spear slid in along the shaft of the mace. With a flick of the spear tip, it pierced right into Ashina Nima's tiger's mouth as he gripped the mace.

Ashina Nima was in pain, and the spiked club almost slipped from his hand.

He quickly gripped the weapon with both hands and pulled back, but Dou Xianniang's spear tip caught up again, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Ashina Nima's heart sank.

We can't beat them.

He had fought half his life, battling various tribes on the grasslands, and had never encountered such a formidable opponent.

This woman's marksmanship was fast and cunning. Her strength wasn't the most formidable, but every shot was aimed at his vital points. The tip of her spear seemed to have eyes, specifically targeting areas that were hard to defend against, such as the gaps between his nails, his wrists, and his neck.

"Surround them! Everyone, surround them!"

The guards swarmed forward, attacking Dou Xianniang from all sides.

Dou Xianniang, however, remained fearless. With her spear, she charged left and right through the encirclement, the tip of her spear flashing as she felled two of her personal guards who rushed up to her horse.

A third guard attacked from behind, but she didn't turn her head. She thrust the butt of her spear backward, hitting the man squarely in the face. He screamed and fell to the ground.

The fourth man raised his sword to strike, but she dodged to the side and swept her spear shaft across his waist and ribs, knocking him off his horse.

Ashina Nima's face finally changed color.

Several broken arrows were embedded in the woman's armor, and blood was flowing down the seams of her armor, but she seemed to feel no pain at all, her eyes fixed on him, the tip of her spear still pressing forward.

With each glance at her, the chill in my heart deepened.

"A madwoman! She's a madwoman!"

In the midst of this delay, Kan Leng's formation had already pushed to the breach, and the iron wall slowly closed in.

The opening that was just open is being sealed off inch by inch.

Ashina Nima panicked and turned his horse to leave.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

When Dou Xianniang saw him turn around, she took a deep breath and raised the pear blossom spear in her hand.

He twisted his waist and used the last of his strength to throw the gun.

The pear blossom spear flew through the air, its tip whistling as it pierced straight into Ashina Nima's back.

He leaned forward, grabbed the spear tip protruding from his chest with both hands, and fell off his horse.

"The general is dead!"

"General Nima is dead!"

When the Turkic cavalry saw their commander fall from his horse, their morale collapsed instantly.

Those in front wanted to run, while those behind blocked them, squeezed between the mud and reeds, trampling each other, unable to move forward or backward.

Li Xiuning's archer cavalry surrounded them from behind, raining down arrows that felled the Turkic cavalry in droves.

Some tried to dive into the reeds, but their horses' hooves sank into the mud, and they struggled deeper and deeper with each step.

Some jumped off their horses and tried to wade through the water, but were caught up by archers and pinned to the water with an arrow.

In less than half an hour, more than two thousand Turkic cavalrymen were almost completely wiped out.

On the main battlefield, the Duobi were launching a fierce attack on Dou Jiande's supply depot.

The cart fortress was damaged in many places, and the Xia army suffered heavy casualties.

Wang Fubao was covered in blood and leaned against the grain cart, panting.

Ling Jing ran back and forth in the ranks, his voice already hoarse from shouting.

Seeing that the grain barricades were about to be breached, Dubi was planning to launch another attack and take them down.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind.

Several Turkic cavalrymen, covered in mud and blood, ran back in a disheveled state, dismounted, and scrambled towards Duobi.

"Special Operations! General Nima...is dead!"

"What?"

"Three thousand cavalry... all gone!"

Dubi didn't understand.

"All gone? What do you mean by all gone?"

"We were surrounded and couldn't escape. General Nima was killed by a female general with a single spear thrust, and the rest of us... only a few of us made it back."

Dubi gripped the reins tightly, turned his head sharply, and looked toward the direction of the battlefield on the flank.

The smoke and dust had not yet cleared, but no complete Turkic cavalry could be seen anymore.

He was confident that his Turkic horsemanship was unparalleled in the northern wilderness, and that he was most skilled at galloping across the plains.

Even if they were defeated, the cavalry could always scatter and escape. How could they be completely wiped out by the Central Plains troops?

No matter how he thought about it, he found the whole thing absurd.