I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

At the very front of the procession, a lone rider walked the most steadily.

The man's body was covered in the heaviest bloodstains, making it almost impossible to see the original color of his armor. Only his eyes shone brightly against his blood-stained face.

There were no strings of heads hanging on one side of his saddle.

It hung there all by itself.

The head was enormous, its eyes wide open, and its face was frozen with the extreme terror and disbelief of its dying moments.

Beside He Yong, a personal guard who had once seen this man's portrait in Liu Wei's command tent exclaimed in shock:

"Yelüda! It's Yelüda's head!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding within the ranks of a thousand soldiers.

Yelü Da, the vanguard general of the Yelü tribe, a fierce general who had dominated the border for many years and caused headaches for the border troops, had his head chopped off and hung on his saddle like a broken ball.

Rumors are just rumors.

When they witnessed this hellish scene, the visual impact and the profound shock it caused made these self-proclaimed elite border soldiers feel a burning pain on their faces.

Tens of thousands of border troops were helpless against three thousand Yelü cavalry and retreated to avoid battle.

How could a mere constable from a county town, leading fewer than two hundred men, not only burn down the enemy camp but also kill the enemy commander?

What kind of record is this?

This is mythology! It's an utter disgrace that could make them all humiliate themselves by rubbing their faces into the ground repeatedly!

He Yong's pupils shrank to the size of dangerous pinpoints at that moment.

He stared intently at the leading figure—Qi Shan.

The shock I felt was quickly replaced by an even stronger, colder fear.

evildoer!

This person is absolutely a prodigy!

This kind of person must not be allowed to live! If he doesn't die, the General will never be able to sleep at night, and he will turn the entire Northern Border officialdom upside down!

"Everyone, listen up!"

He Yong's voice suddenly rose, cold as iron, instantly silencing all the discussion.

He suddenly raised his arm, his index finger like a sword, pointing directly at the Qishan people who had just returned from their bloody battle.

"This man, named Qi Shan, under the guise of suppressing bandits, is actually colluding with the Yelü bandits to slaughter our compatriots from within and without!"

"The heads on horseback are all a smokescreen; they are the Yelü people's pledge of allegiance to him for his rise to power!"

"This fiend is the greatest traitor of our Great Zhou! A national traitor!"

A series of accusations were hurled from his mouth, each word piercing the heart.

Qi Shan and his more than one hundred men were all stunned. They had just survived a near-death experience, fighting for their country and killing bandits, and before they could even catch their breath, they were being called traitors?

Qi Shan, in particular, looked at He Yong's unfamiliar face with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't know this person at all.

Why would someone harbor such deep hatred, wanting to kill you the moment you meet them?

and many more……

Qi Shan had a sudden flash of inspiration and remembered something—the centurion Li Long, who was ordered to assassinate him, had a superior officer named He who was a chiliarch.

It turned out to be the case.

It wasn't a chance encounter; it was an ambush.

Qi Shan's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Archers, prepare!" He Yong gave him no time to explain or react, his arm swung down sharply, issuing the decisive command.

"This is the General's order! Slay the traitor Qi Shan! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

"Release the arrows!"

Swish swish!

Hundreds of archers in the front row instantly raised their bows, drawing the strings like full moons. The sharp arrowheads gleamed with a deathly cold light in the sunlight, all aimed at the exhausted hundred or so men from Qishan.

Meng Da and the others turned pale and instinctively tried to raise their weapons, but found that they had almost no strength left to even lift their arms.

Despair instantly enveloped everyone.

At this critical moment, just as the battle was about to break out.

"Waaah—"

A desolate and distant horn sounded from the edge of the distant plains, as if it came from the horizon.

He Yong and his men were all taken aback and looked in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a patch of light appeared on the western horizon.

No, that's not light.

Those were countless torches!

Thousands upon thousands of torches converged into a winding fire dragon, sweeping in at an astonishing speed, its hooves thundering, and the earth trembling.

The fire dragons quickly dispersed, forming a huge encirclement that trapped He Yong's thousand men in the center.

He Yong's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He could clearly see the large flag fluttering in the wind at the very front of the fire dragon.

On the dark black flag, a large silver embroidered character, written in a flamboyant and powerful style, stands out.

--Yuan!

"It's...it's the Yuan Battalion! General Yuan Tianlong's personal guards!" A border army captain's voice trembled, and he could barely hold the knife in his hand.

Yuan Tianlong, the commander-in-chief of the Yuan Battalion!

They were equals to their superior, Liu Wei, both being generals who commanded over ten thousand troops in the northern border!

How did he end up here?!

The fire dragon stopped, and the men stood at attention, their chilling killing intent locking onto He Yong and his companions.

A general clad in heavy armor, surrounded by dozens of guards, slowly rode out of the formation. He didn't even glance at He Yong; his deep, star-like gaze fell directly on Qi Shan, who was being aimed at by arrows.

Satisfied nodded.

"Truly the demeanor of a talented general."

After saying that, he turned to look at He Yong and said in a deep voice:

"Why did Commander He Yong slaughter patriotic soldiers?"

Qi Shan also knew this person.

Yuan Tianlong!

Throughout the entire northern border, no one but General Yuan dared to question the commander of a thousand men under his superior, Liu Wei, so directly!

He Yong dismounted without hesitation, bowing deeply and clasping his hands in a very humble manner: "This humble general, He Yong, greets General Yuan! General Yuan, you misunderstand. This villain is not a patriot, but a traitor colluding with the Yelü people! This humble general has come to suppress the rebels on the orders of the General!"

He knew that Yuan Tianlong and his superior, Liu Wei, had always been at odds, but since they were both generals and had the same rank, he, a centurion, didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of the other.

"Traitor to the country?" Yuan Tianlong's gaze swept over He Yong, then slowly fell back on Qi Shan. Looking at Yelü Da's head hanging on the saddle, his admiration deepened.

Such a heavy aura of menace, such a steady temperament.

If such a person is a traitor to the country, then what are all the officials in the Great Zhou court?

"All I saw was Yelü Da's head hanging on his horse," Yuan Tianlong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone present. "And you, Commander He, I'm curious, with Yelü Da's three thousand cavalry entering the country, where are you, the border commander?"

Cold sweat instantly beaded on He Yong's forehead. He forced a defense, saying, "General Yuan, you are wise! This man is incredibly cunning. These heads are merely a pledge of allegiance from the Yelü people! My personal guards witnessed him colluding with the Yelü people, so they ruthlessly killed him to rid the country of a traitor!"