Breaking Army’s hands were covered in the wide sleeves typical of the Central Plains, standing outside the royal tent, feeling the vast steppe wind, gazing at the heavens and earth, his brows quiet and serene, he murmured to himself: "The Great Khan has dispatched troops, it should be the most critical mont now..."
The Great Khan’s Flying Eagle delivered a ssage, requesting the Seventh Prince, who was closest to the city of Xiyi, to lead his Iron Futu forward to support and block Prince Qin’s rear. Seventh Prince Ashina was seated inside the tent, looking at the letter.
At this ti on the steppe, Mu Zhahe was leading his army while the Great Khan was still pursuing Li Guanyi, his eyes reddened. On the papyrus, in a tone of affection the Seventh Prince had never seen before, he was addressed as his good son.
In the end, he placed the command written on marching papyrus into the brazier.
The flas burned fiercely.
Just like the ambition of the Seventh Prince.
The yearning, the unfair treatnt over the years, and the songs his mother humd in his childhood all rose in his heart. In his youth, he always longed for his father’s recognition, but now he finally understood.
How his personality, constantly yearning for his father’s recognition and approval, was ford.
He exhaled a breath and gripped the curved blade of the steppe.
"What should I do?"
"Mother."
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During the conflict with Prince Qin, the mighty Great Khan of the Turkic people was unable to amass significantly more troops than Prince Qin’s Iron Cavalry in the short-term assembly within Turkic territory to suppress the enemy.
The Great Khan silently observed the troop formations ahead, realizing that only half of the reinforcents he called for had arrived, and most critically, Seventh Prince Ashina, who should have appeared behind this Central Plains army, had not shown up.
"Weak son, are you showing cowardice again at this mont?"
"Just like your mother, beyond beauty and gentleness, you have no aning."
The Great Khan gripped his weapon and sighed softly: "The bloodline of the Central Plains people is like this, losing courage at critical monts."
Mu Zhahe assessed the situation and said: "The enemy has forty thousand, we have sixty thousand."
"The advantage is with us."
"Do not underestimate them, even if it’s forty thousand, one must go all out."
The Great Khan raised his weapon, connecting his aura with the entire army. The Turkic warhorses were tall, their banners wild in the wind, and their armor exuded a sturdy, rugged feeling.
In an instant, the Great Khan controlled the morale of over sixty thousand people.
Li Guanyi grasped the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd.
The Jiuli Divine Weapon transford into the armor of a Central Plains general on his body. Li Guanyi looked at the battlefield ahead and said: "Yue, Zhaowen, be my deputy generals."
Yue Qianfeng solemnly responded: "Yes!"
Li Zhaowen smiled slightly and said: "Alright."
With the two as deputy generals, the brave generals from each division joining them had already grasped their weapons, forming the battle formation. The Qi chanism of the forty-thousand-strong army surged, accumulating layer upon layer, finally descending upon Li Guanyi.
Boom!!!
Li Guanyi’s aura surged fiercely.
When the situation has escalated to such a level, there is no room or opportunity for strategy to be applied, leaving only direct, head-on clashes.
This is a domain of the fierce generals, not the realm of strategists.
The armies of both sides ford their ranks, with Military Souls and murderous aura fluctuating and transforming, rising into the air, forming Qilin and ferocious giant wolves, roaring and howling continuously. When the aura of both sides collided to the extre, it was like a thunderclap exploding.
They moved.
Both sides moved at the sa ti.
The Nine-colored Divine Deer, not adept at fighting, trod the air, looking down, the steppe like a scroll, the two armies like ink splashed on either side, colliding against each other on this battlefield with a surging presence.
One side’s Military Soul transford into a giant Qilin howling, while the other was a fierce wolf.
The Military Soul’s killing moves clashed simultaneously, the trendous aftershock sweeping across the sky, flattening clouds for dozens of miles around in an instant, Primordial Qi surging, almost flowing like a torrent, tearing everything apart.
"Kill!!!"
The shout of battle reached the heavens.
The Nine-colored Divine Deer felt a shiver, instinctively leaving the battlefield, soaring to a higher position. She was originally concerned about Li Guanyi, but at that mont, to her astonishnt, she found that even with slightly inferior troops facing the direct clash of the Second Divine General, Li Guanyi did not show signs of defeat.
Instead, he was like a sharp blade, piercing into it.
In a trance, the Nine-colored Divine Deer even felt an indescribable familiarity with this scene, as if a long, long ti ago, the sa thing had happened, where soone of that era laughed while tearing the enemy apart, but accompanying him wasn’t a Qilin, but a White Tiger.
Exhilarating!
Exhilarating!!!
Li Guanyi commanded the military formation with an indescribable sense of exhilaration, adjusting his aura through the battle formation’s enhancent to control the rhythm and speed of the military formation, experiencing a feeling of wielding it with ease.
It was a battle of overlords!
During that battle, under the pressure of the overlord’s peak, Li Guanyi was forced to attempt commanding at a level of two hundred thousand, though it was chaotic, and in the end, it was simply pitiful, shattered by a single charge of the overlord’s theoretical peak.
But he did indeed attempt such a realm.
After struggling to lead a charge of an army of over two hundred thousand, turning back to see a battlefield where the combined forces of both sides barely added up to about a hundred thousand, he suddenly felt a profound sense of familiarity and ease.
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