Summoning from Another World: A Grand Ambition

On the main battlefield, with Hulü Changsheng being killed by Xuanyuan Tianshang in front of the army, the last pillar of the Dongyi army collapsed.

Despite still having a numerical advantage, this so-called "advantage" had now completely turned into a burden. The army, which came from different tribes and had been forcibly bound together by Helan Cangfeng, broke the fragile bond that held them together the moment they lost their common hope.

Panic spread like wildfire from the core battlefield to the surrounding areas.

The soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, crying and screaming, and wandered around like headless flies.

The officers' shouts and orders were drowned out by the despairing clamor, and the supervising team itself fell into chaos, even being swept away and scattered by the torrent of fleeing soldiers.

The so-called formation, command, and organization crumbled at this moment, completely exposing their rabble nature.

Their eyes held no more fighting spirit, only boundless fear of the forest of black armor behind them, the fluttering crimson banners, and the deadly golden halberd.

The scales of victory, accompanied by the echo of the fallen god of war, tipped completely and irreversibly in favor of the Great Xia.

On the high ground in the center, Tian Heng stood beneath the "Xia" banner, his black armor gleaming in the sun, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield with the calmness of an icy lake.

He saw the Dragon Cavalry's iron torrent sweeping across the land, the Imperial Guards' valiant counterattack, the Eastern Barbarian army's formation crumbling like an avalanche, and even more so, the lone silver spear piercing the earth in the distance, and the majestic body beside it, now silent.

Everything unfolded like a chess game, with each move proving its own.

It's time! Let's wrap things up, with a thunderous finale, leaving no survivors.

He slowly raised his right hand, his voice not loud, but clear like the clinking of metal and jade, reaching the ears of the Zhaowu Guard commander and messenger standing beside him:

"Order: Zhaowu Guard, assemble and follow me into battle. Command Zhanlonghuang, Hushatian, and Kuangliexing as the vanguard to clear the way for the army."

Objective! Expand the gains and pursue the remaining enemy forces. Especially…

He paused slightly, his gaze turning icy. "Among the routed troops, there are still organized elite troops from the Dongyi main force attempting to retreat."

"Yes, sir!" The messenger responded with a resounding shout, waving his command flag swiftly, and the desolate bugle call suddenly turned into a rapid and high-pitched pursuit rhythm.

Soon, Tian Heng's core force of three thousand Zhaowu Guards had assembled as if by magic, all clad in fine armor, their chilling aura as cold as winter.

At the very front of the group, three fierce generals, each with a different build and temperament but exuding the same terrifying aura, had already leaped out on their horses!

"His Highness has ordered us to lead the way! Men, follow me and crush them!" The Mad Crimson Ape roared like thunder, and the terrifying giant club in his hand was already glowing with a dark red blood light.

"Kill!" Zhanlonghuang and Hushatian responded in unison. One wielded a dragon-patterned spear pointing to the sky, its aura encompassing thousands of miles; the other spun his twin blades like the moon, their cold light tearing through the air.

The three generals, like three ferocious beasts breaking free of their shackles, led their most elite assault force in a triangular formation, crashing into the chaotic tide of fleeing Eastern Yi soldiers!

Wherever they went, it was like a hot knife cutting through snow. Wherever the axes and halberds flashed, limbs and severed arms flew everywhere, and cries of agony never ceased. The fleeing tide of soldiers was forcibly plowed open with three wide channels of flesh and blood!

Any scattered Dongyi soldiers who attempted to block or even slightly gather were instantly crushed and flattened in the face of these three destructive forces.

Under the heavy guard of the Zhaowu Guard, Tian Heng rode slowly behind the vanguard.

His gaze swept across the battlefield like a hawk's, not just observing the rout, but also searching for valuable targets, especially...

The image of the enemy chieftain in my memory is that of someone who commanded with composure at the ferry crossing, and who could even break free from his elaborate schemes and find a glimmer of hope.

found it.

Amidst the chaotic and fleeing tide of defeated soldiers, in the northeast direction, near a shallow bend in the Onon River, there was a cavalry force of about three or four thousand men. Although they were also retreating, they maintained a relatively orderly formation.

They did not flee blindly, but rather took turns providing cover in an organized manner. Archers covered the rear, while spearmen held off the advance, repelling or bypassing other fleeing soldiers who tried to charge them. They could even occasionally organize small counter-charges to briefly slow down the Xia army's light cavalry that were getting too close.

At the heart of the ranks, a black banner with gold wolf heads stood stubbornly amidst the dust and smoke. The general under the banner, with his imposing figure and eagle-like gaze, was none other than Nurhaci!

"It really was him." A cold glint flashed in Tian Heng's eyes as his fingertips lightly traced the cold saddle. Nurhaci was different from Helan Cangfeng's arrogance and incompetence, and also different from Huli Changsheng's bravery and lack of strategy.

His repeated defeats were also due to his underdeveloped state and the lack of the Eight Banners troops from the late Ming Dynasty. Although Tian Heng looked down on him, letting him return to Dongyi like this would inevitably make him a threat sooner or later.

"Order War Dragon Emperor to change course on the left flank and intercept that enemy force with the Black Wolf Banner. Make sure to entangle their main force! Mad Rending Ape, continue to tear through the fleeing troops and prevent other fleeing soldiers from getting close to provide support!"

Tian Heng swiftly gave the order, simultaneously spurring his horse's flanks. The exceptionally swift "Snow-Treading Flying Dragon" raised its head and neighed loudly.

"Tiger Demon Heaven! Lead the Zhaowu Iron Cavalry, follow me straight to the central army, slay generals and seize flags!"

The command flags waved, the bugles changed again, and the sounds of battle grew even louder.

Upon receiving the order, the War Dragon Emperor, who was charging on the left flank, brandished his spear and shouted:

"Right turn, charge!" Leading his hundreds of heavily armored soldiers like a giant golden pair of scissors, he suddenly turned and slashed diagonally towards the flank and rear of Nurhaci's forces!

The iron hooves pounded the ground with a muffled sound like drums, shaking the broken stones on the riverbank.

Nurhaci had already noticed the Xia army's elite troops that had suddenly turned around and were displaying astonishing momentum, and he also saw the royal banner that was approaching him, surrounded by elite Xuanjia cavalry.

Beneath the banner, Tian Heng, clad in black armor and a black cloak, wielded a gaze as sharp as lightning. Though they were still some distance apart, the chilling sense of his presence sent shivers down Tian Heng's spine.

"Tian Heng... actually came after me personally!" He felt a chill run down his spine, his face turning ashen.

He knew that his troops had become a thorn in the enemy's side. If they simply fled now, they would be pursued by the enemy's elite cavalry and slowly worn down in the chaos of battle, with no chance of escaping unscathed.

In a flash, Nurhaci made his decision. He abruptly reined in his horse and shouted to the loyal, bearded commander beside him:

"Arshan! Lead your thousand men to cover the rear! Fight to the death and never retreat! You must stop that purple-armored enemy general! The rest of you, follow me to the northeast and wade across the river at the shallows! Quickly!"

The fierce general named Arshan, his eyes wide with rage, pounded his chest and roared:

"Rest assured, Chieftain! With Alshan here, the Xia army will not be able to cross the border!"

Having said that, he roared and led his troops back, resolutely facing the War Dragon Emperor who was sweeping in like a golden storm.

The two streams of iron collided with a deafening roar, the clash of metal echoing through the air, and the battle cries shaking the heavens. Blood instantly stained a stretch of riverbank red.

Nurhaci, ignoring the horrific battlefield behind him, gritted his teeth and, leading his remaining two thousand core and elite troops, abruptly turned his horse around, whipped it, and galloped towards the seemingly calm shallows of the river bend.

Tian Heng took in all of this.

"The gecko cut off its tail and then tried to escape by wading through water? That's quite decisive."

He sneered, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Unfortunately, before me, you have nowhere to escape!"

He urged the Snow-Treading Flying Dragon beneath him, and its speed suddenly increased, shooting out like a black arrow released from a bow.

Three thousand elite Zhaowu Guard cavalry followed closely behind, their hoofbeats merging into a deathly thunder, piercing through the chaotic battlefield and heading straight for Nurhaci's main force's flank!

"Nurhaci! I am here! Dismount and surrender!"

Tian Heng's voice, like a dragon's roar, was infused with his inner strength, clearly penetrating the battlefield's clamor and reaching Nurhaci's ears.

Nurhaci turned around upon hearing the sound and saw Tian Heng chasing after him at an astonishing speed, already at the edge of crossbow range. His pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew that he could no longer cross the river safely. If he did not deal with or get rid of this persistent pursuer, he would be dragged to his death on this shallow beach.

"shoot!"

As the Zhaowu Guard cavalry charged, they drew their bows and unleashed a dense rain of arrows like locusts upon Nurhaci's rear guard.

Although the Dongyi cavalry had leather shields for protection, men were still being hit by arrows and fell from their horses, causing their formation to become slightly disordered.

Nurhaci's eyes flashed with fierce light. He suddenly reined in his warhorse, which reared up and let out a mournful neigh.

He drew his gilded wolf-head scimitar, a symbol of tribal authority, from his waist with a clang. The blade pointed at the oncoming torrent of armored warriors, his beard and hair bristling, and he roared hoarsely:

"Warriors! Retreat means death, advance may mean life! Royal Guard, follow me to meet the enemy! Only by killing the Xia King will we have a chance to live!"

Nurhaci's skill, Heavenly Hero, King Wu activated.