In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The guards around him followed suit, some drawing their swords, others taking out their crossbows, their blades gleaming with a menacing light.

The prey instantly became the hunter.

As the thunderous hooves of horses surged up to the highest point of the valley.

"Whoa!!"

Li Yuanchang tightened the reins, and the entire army braked suddenly, their hooves scraping against the ground, kicking up sand and stones, before turning around completely.

Less than two hundred meters behind, a large number of assassins on horseback came in pursuit, lined up in a row, and the smell of blood on their scimitars could be smelled from hundreds of meters away.

This was not a rabble, but a group of foreign troops with considerable equestrian experience.

But when they rushed into the area within 100 meters, they were not greeted by the Han Prince's ceremonial guard, who were fleeing in panic and unable to take care of themselves.

Rather, it is a well-established, highly trained, and extremely well-equipped army.

"Release the arrows!!"

Li Yuanchang gave the order.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds of crossbows were struck, and a rain of arrows shot out like a storm of pear blossoms. These arrows were much shorter and less lethal than regular arrows.

But their strength lies in their numbers, and given the distance of a hundred paces, even a small attack can still kill.

Puff puff puff!

"what!"

Boom!

The pursuing Xianbei were like dumplings being dropped into boiling water. The first group was riddled with arrows, caught completely off guard, fell off their horses, and were then trampled into mincemeat by their own people.

The scene was extremely horrific, with constant screams of agony. This was the power of the repeating crossbow, its ability to suppress enemy fire.

"There's an ambush!"

"There's an ambush!"

"Whoa!!"

The assassin pulled on the reins, the warhorse neighed, and hovered on the slope, using weapons and a makeshift wooden shield to defend itself.

Although they effectively withstood the crossbow's attacks, they were forced to fight on the spot, unable to advance or retreat.

Seeing that the charge was easily suppressed by the repeating crossbows, Li Yuanchang immediately roared, "Kill!!"

"His Highness has ordered: Kill them!"

The guards brandished their swords and roared, leading the charge as they rode down the mountain.

The hundred cavalrymen charged forward like an ancient war chariot, their speed instantly reaching its peak.

The assassins, trapped in place, were horrified. They realized that the situation was completely different from what they had imagined. It was too late to escape, and they could only watch helplessly as the cavalry charged towards them.

boom! !

A deafening roar echoed through the valley as a hundred riders charged into the enemy ranks, instantly shattering the assassins' formation.

Puff puff!

Wherever the Tang sword passed, heads flew everywhere.

An absolute advantage, crushing all opponents, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

"what!"

The assassins screamed in agony, missing limbs and in a pitiful state.

Cold weapon warfare was extremely bloody!

In a brief encounter, even the tall, strong, and valiant nomadic people could not gain a foothold in the sudden counterattack from the Han Prince's Mansion.

The hundred pursuing riders were either shot or knocked down, and under the encirclement and slaughter, their numbers quickly dwindled to thirty, barely clinging to life.

This sudden, powerful blow knocked the other party's car over.

Li Yuanchang coldly watched the dead bodies below, one after another, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

At that moment, his ears twitched slightly, and when he looked behind him, he saw torches leaping up and the sound of rumbling footsteps echoing.

The main force of assassins has arrived!

They were numerous and extremely fast, traversing mountains and forests, riding fierce horses, without any intention of stopping.

"Kill them!"

Shouts of battle filled the air and never ceased.

Despite being pursued by an increasing number of enemies, Li Yuanchang's eyes showed no panic, only a calm confidence in certainty of victory.

"All troops, attack!!" he shouted.

"yes!"

"Kill them!"

Rumble!

Another hundred riders swooped down, crossing the valley at top speed to meet the enemy.

Both sides had clear objectives and refused to retreat. Their battle cries were deafening as they lined up in a single, surging formation.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps...

boom!

A deafening explosion erupted as the massive forces clashed. Countless warhorses neighed in agony, and many soldiers shed their blood.

The immense impact sent many people from both sides flying.

Then came the melee, the slaughter, and the hand-to-hand combat!

Puff puff!

The sounds of weapons slicing into bodies continued, and scalding blood splattered on the yellow soil like eerie flowers.

"No!!"

The shrill screams grew louder and louder, creating a scene resembling a battlefield of carnage.

The great battle broke out in full force. The Royal Guards continued to advance with their advantage, breaking through the enemy's defenses first. However, the enemy did not collapse as a result. Instead, they charged forward with a bloodthirsty ferocity, trying to defeat the Royal Guards.

"Your Highness, there must be four or five hundred of them, right?" Wu Yu looked down with a serious expression, feeling somewhat physically unwell.

This has already fallen into the realm of war; it is synonymous with bloodshed and violence.

"almost."

"Moreover, these people are not ordinary people. Although nomadic peoples are good at fighting, they are extremely poor in organization, but these people seem to have been trained."

"There's even a banner."

"There were even bows and arrows, and long weapons."

Li Yuanchang's eyes were deep and thoughtful. He had already observed many details and knew that this was definitely not something that bandits or some nomadic rebel forces could possess.

However, these hundreds of horses represent a huge war resource.

"Your Highness, could they be people sent by the Khan of Tuyuhun?" Wu Yu proposed a bold idea.

This startled the dozen or so guards nearby. The Khan of Tuyuhun?

Li Yuanchang shook his head; he knew the script: "It's not him."

"There is another person, possibly a rebel force from the Tuyuhun government, who wants to sabotage the marriage alliance."

"Who could be so bold as to do this?" Wu Yu frowned.

"Take them down, and we'll know everything." Li Yuanchang said, calmly wrapping his sword around his wrist with cloth, which would effectively prevent the weapon from slipping out of his hand during a sword fight.

Upon seeing this, everyone tensed up and began to prepare.

"Even if I am the king, I will cut down this flag!"

"yes!!"

Li Yuanchang led the last dozen or so men around him into the battlefield. The red lightning flashed like a flame in the chaotic battlefield and disappeared in an instant.

One of the guards was stabbed and dragged off his horse, and several foreign assassins slashed wildly with their knives.

Just as the guards were facing their deaths in despair, a dark shadow flashed by, and bang!

puff……

Blood splattered all over his face. The assassins were sent flying more than ten meters away, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

That was Li Yuanchang, who personally charged into the enemy ranks. Wherever his long sword passed, heads were blown off and warhorses were trampled, and he charged straight in!

His arrival greatly boosted the morale of the entire army!

"His Highness is here! It's His Highness!"

"Kill them!!"

The bloodthirsty guards unleashed astonishing ferocity, actually suppressing the valiant nomadic tribes.

Li Yuanchang led his troops straight to the enemy's banner; once that thing fell, the enemy would surely collapse!

Meanwhile, at the rear of the battlefield, Guo Chao, who had split off, had unknowingly circled around and formed a pincer movement with the main force.

"Kill them!!"

In an instant, the guards of the Prince of Han's mansion were shouting battle cries everywhere, and three hundred men fought with the momentum of three thousand.

By the time the Xianbei leader realized something was wrong, it was too late.

"We're surrounded!"

"Charge! Kill the key Tang envoys first!" Changji shouted, his body covered in blood.