This is—
The Wolf-faced Prince’s lips were tightly pressed into a line, yet he made no sound. However, a sharp gaze shot out from behind the mask, scanning over the group that had suddenly erupted in attack, and suddenly, it landed on one rider among them.
The person, dressed in white attire, donned armor yet did not hide a refined and ethereal deanor like that of Ruyun’s.
And when he reached in front of the hillock, looking down at the panicked crowd below, a slight, satisfied smile flickered in his clear eyes as if watching a chess board, that he laid out, co to fruition.
In just this instant, the Wolf-faced Prince imdiately understood—
This was all a chess board orchestrated by this person!
Just now, they were ambushed on the grassland, attacked by archers hidden in the woods, the very arrangent made by this person. He had his subordinates wear dark blue garnts, not only to help the archers hide among the spruce trees but also to deceive them; afterward, after a bout of ambush, these archers retreated imdiately, which naturally led the Turkic soldiers, unwilling to let it go, to charge into the woods in pursuit.
Yet, they never managed to capture them.
If he hadn’t guessed wrong, this group likely dug deep ditches on both sides of the route beforehand, or perhaps they were hiding in the ditches on both sides of the woods, for only in such a way could so many n and horses be concealed, allowing the ambushing archers to quickly hide away.
And these Turkic soldiers, in their anger post-ambush, couldn’t spare the effort to distinguish much and directly chased out of the woods.
Then, just at that mont, they encountered this other troop coming from the other direction.
Of course, not just a re coincidence.
This must be when the other party had accurately calculated the timing, ensuring that when they rushed out of the woods, this troop was just erging from the pass between the two mountain bases, making them think they were ambushed at that spot.
Although the Wolf-faced Prince sensed sothing was amiss and hesitated beforehand, at that mont, an arrow appeared, striking the opposing troop.
The other side, unaware of the situation ahead while erging from between the mountains, and suddenly being hit by an arrow, naturally assud it was the other side’s doing, so troops from both sides were stirred into a conflict, clashing fiercely.
And having fought to a double loss at this point and realizing things weren’t right as they were about to call it a retreat, this group appeared!
What a strategy!
What a vicious strategy!
The Wolf-faced Prince turned back to look at the figure in white armor standing atop the hillock, a serene aura about him, as if untouched by the worldly chaos before them, yet—
Uncertain if it was an illusion, those clear and tranquil eyes seed to flicker with sothing unusual, as if boiling, in the reflection of the sea of blood and mountains of corpses.
Then, he gently raised his hand.
The cavalry behind him had also completely charged out of the woods by now, assembled atop the hillock, their formation ready for a charge!
This caused even the Turkic soldiers, who had just endured a bloody battle, to beco sowhat panicked.
Soone shouted loudly, "Prince, what should we do!?"
Fortunately, because the Wolf-faced Prince tily called for a retreat just now, their troops had gathered together, not deeply entangled in the battle upfront and unable to extricate themselves. Yet now, after half an hour of pursuit and further fighting, they truly had no strength left for another battle.
As everyone anxiously looked at the Prince, he abruptly raised his hand and pointed to a small path heading east across the grassland—
"Retreat!"
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