"Just ahead is the Great Sui's army! Everyone, follow me and charge! Khan Wugu Li's blade points us forward!"

At this moment, a force of Turkic Cavalry from the east, numbering a full five thousand, was launching an assault.

Initially, they proceeded with caution, moving slowly, but as they encountered no enemy along the way, it was clear that the only troops Great Sui had left to stop them were the ones directly ahead and not far away.

Now, having circled around to the rear, a vigorous assault would ensure the enemy's complete collapse. Then, the Tujue Vanguard in the north could take the opportunity to launch a fierce attack!

Thinking this, the tribal chief leading the team was filled with pride.

Khan Wugu Li had entrusted him with such an important mission; he certainly would not let him down!

As long as he won this battle, he would ask for the hand of Khan Wugu Li's daughter.

At that time, he would be the son-in-law of the Khan, and as the saying goes, 'A son-in-law is half a son,' which rounds up to being the Khan's successor!

Ha ha ha ha...

With these thoughts, the smile on the face of the chief at the front was as brilliant as golden chrysanthemums in late autumn.

But in the next instant, with a thud,

the chief at the front, along with his horse, was tripped by the horse-tripping rope on the ground, tumbling over and over like a domestic white pig escaping just before New Year, slipping and rolling on the ground due to the slickness underfoot.

Luckily, those in ambush were not malevolent; they didn't place Iron Caltrops or other harmful weapons in front of the horse-tripping rope.

It was simply a technique that allowed a layer of grease to float on the ground.

As the horse-tripping rope took effect, countless arrows flew like rain from both sides of the road.

The Turkic Cavalry, caught off guard by the ambush, were thrown into disarray and hundreds were shot dead in an instant.

However, it was exactly the bodies of those hundreds that allowed the remaining Turkic Cavalry to use their fallen comrades and horses as cover and begin to retaliate.

The archery technique of the Tujue was inherently strong.

Having begun their counterattack, the number of arrows flying in from both sides immediately decreased significantly.

Meanwhile, many Tujue soldiers quickly rescued the chief who had fallen at the front, as well as other Turkic Cavalry.

The Tujue chief turned around to see his soldiers caught in the crossfire of arrows from both sides, but thankfully, his tribe's Tujue warriors were skilled in mounted archery.

At that moment, they had already managed to suppress the attack from across the way.

Just then...

Suddenly, a faint shimmer of silver glinted in the sky.

Before the Tujue chief could decipher what it was, hundreds of Mysterious Weapons' blades descended from the heavens.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

In the blink of an eye, not only did a shower of blood erupt from within the Tujue's defensive formation,

but the falling Mysterious Weapons' blades swiftly pierced toward the surrounding Tujue.

Instantly, the Tujue's defensive formation began to crumble from the inside, accompanied by innumerable cries of agony, turning into endless terror on the battlefield.

Then, as the flank's arrows finally ceased, countless boulders came flying from all directions.

Before even encountering the Great Sui's army, the devastated Turkic Cavalry had already suffered thirty percent losses, not counting the Tujue who had lost their fighting capacity.

Then, a large number of Martial Artists surged from all around, quickly encircling the Tujue.

At that moment, the Tujue chief realized that they weren't facing the Great Sui's army but the Great Sui's Martial Artists, and judging by the current situation, there must be a mastermind commanding them; otherwise, their troops wouldn't have been defeated so thoroughly, wave after wave.

It was then that a woman wielding a sword, her face covered by a mask, arrived on the scene, taking out a firestarter.

"How dare you invade the Great Sui in the dead of night. Although you're good for nothing, our Military Chief said that if Tujue friends were to come, we should still offer them a bit of warmth,"

she said, as the firestarter in her hand fell to the ground.

In an instant, the spark met the oil on the ground, offering the Tujue a most heated welcome and embrace.

As flames scattered wildly, the Great Sui's Martial Artists charged in, triggering a mad and bloody slaughter.

Leading them, Xiong Chumo commanded all the Martial Artists, organized effectively, until in the end, every last one of the Turkic Cavalry who had come was annihilated.

Meanwhile, the Tujue in the north, who had been frantically attacking, had been waiting for chaos to ensue behind the Lingwu Army, hoping to then breach the Great Wall.

But despite a fierce battle lasting two hours, they couldn't breach the Wall.

Finally, with dozens of Spiritual Platform Realm powerhouses disguised as an ordinary squad, they reached a particularly weak section of the wall.

Dozens of Spiritual Platform Realm warriors struck simultaneously, their formidable might not only shattering that section of the wall completely,

but causing a large surrounding area to collapse as well.

In the darkness pierced by the fires' glow, the powerhouses of the Spiritual Platform Realm squad, grinning, shouted, "Fight for Khan Wugu Li!"

This squad, comprised of dozens of powerhouses, was the first to rush in.

Then, they all fell into the pit.

Of course, it wasn't only them; the Tujue Warriors, like a tidal wave behind them, kept pouring into the trap dug by the Sui Army.

The warriors poured forth relentlessly, flooding into the deep pits.

Bai Dushu watched as the Tujue fell into the massive pit one after another, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

The Spiritual Platform Realm warriors at the front, realizing that something was amiss, immediately tried to jump back out.

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