Summoning from Another World: A Grand Ambition

He kicked the horse's belly hard, and at the same time frantically tore off his gorgeous gold-trimmed wolf-head battle robe, which was already torn and stained with blood, and threw it backward with all his might, hoping to block the view a little.

"The one in the golden robe is Nurhaci!" Tian Heng's clear, cold voice pierced through the clamor. It wasn't a strained shout, but rather carried an inner strength, clearly reaching the ears of all the Xia soldiers nearby.

Immediately, the Zhaowu Guards and light cavalry who were chasing the fleeing soldiers nearby all turned their attention to the flying golden battle robe, and arrows and shouts followed.

Nurhaci shrank back in fright and lowered himself even further, inwardly groaning in despair.

Tian Heng's horse was fast, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance by several steps. Nurhaci's hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood, sweat, and mud, but his thick beard was still quite noticeable.

"The one with the long beard is Nurhaci!" Tian Heng shouted again, raising his precious bow once more, the arrowhead gleaming as he aimed ahead.

Nurhaci was terrified. In desperation, he drew a sharp dagger from his waist, and without even looking, slashed it fiercely at his own chin!

"Crack!"

A large clump of blood-stained beard fell from the blade, fluttering in the wind. A burning pain shot through his jaw, highlighting the disheveled stubble and bloodstains.

The Manchu business owners, in order to survive, cut off their own beards and looked like clowns.

"The one with the short beard and stubble is Nurhaci!" Tian Heng's voice followed closely, calmly pointing out his new features, while "Snow-Treading Flying Dragon" had caught up to almost the same level.

Nurhaci was terrified. In his panic, he ripped off his crooked sable fur hat and hastily tore off the brocade lining inside.

He hastily wrapped his blood-stained, stubble-covered lower half of his face like a headscarf, leaving only his terrified eyes visible.

He had just finished wrapping his headscarf when that threatening voice behind him rang out again, this time with a hint of cold mockery: "The one with the head is Nurhaci!"

Upon hearing this, Nurhaci instinctively reached for the dagger at his waist, almost about to do something even more reckless, but then suddenly realized something and froze.

A surge of extreme shame and indignation at being mocked welled up inside him, and he hissed, "You little thief Tian Heng! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

These successive accusations, relentlessly pressing him, stripped away all his pretense and dignity, like a cat playing with a mouse, bringing him to the brink of collapse.

Just as he lost his composure and became distracted by cursing, a glint of light flashed in Tian Heng's eyes—the opportunity had arrived!

"Nurhaci, this is the end!"

"Snow-Treading Flying Dragon" unleashed its final burst of speed, suddenly surpassing the speed by half a body length.

Tian Heng channeled his true power into his arms, and the Nine Dragons Azure Sea Spear let out a soul-stirring dragon roar. The dark blue spear shadow swept out from the rear with unstoppable force, like thunder falling from the heavens!

This spear thrust, gathering all the momentum and killing intent accumulated during the previous pursuit, was fast, ruthless, and accurate, reaching a state of perfection!

Nurhaci felt a menacing gust of wind behind him and was terrified. It was too late to block or dodge.

He only had time to turn his head slightly, and the last thing he saw was the rapidly enlarging, ferocious dragon's maw blade and Tian Heng's icy face behind it.

"No! I still have powerful enemies to deal with, and my family to rebuild! I cannot die!"

The desperate screams abruptly ceased.

"Pfft!"

Where the spear blade passed, blood splattered into the sky!

Nurhaci's head, wrapped in a blood-stained turban, flew high into the air, filled with boundless fear, resentment, anger, and humiliation.

The headless corpse stood upright on the horse for a moment before collapsing into the cold, filthy mud of the riverbank as the black horse bolted.

The head rolled a few times, covered in mud and blood, and finally came to rest beside a puddle, its eyes wide open, staring at the gray sky.

Nurhaci ultimately could not escape his destined fate and perished on the banks of the Onon River.

Tian Heng reined in "Snow-Treading Flying Dragon" and slowly retracted the blood-stained Nine Dragons Azure Sea Spear.

He gazed at Nurhaci's corpse, his face calm and expressionless, showing little joy, only a chilling sense of finality.

"Behead him and keep his head safe along with the flag and seal!"

He gave the order in a calm voice, then turned his horse around, no longer looking at the ravaged corner of the battlefield.

The overall situation is settled; all that remains is a thorough cleanup and a triumphant return.

The north wind howled, stirring up the stench of blood on the riverbank and scattering the unfinished dream of that grassland warlord's ambitions.

"Congratulations, host, on slaying Nurhaci! Reward: +1 to all five attributes."

The current host attribute is

Strength: 91, Command: 87, Intelligence: 97, Politics: 93, Charisma: 100

Congratulations, host, on your first kill of the dynasty founder! You are rewarded with one Gold Card.

Congratulations, host! Your charm has reached 100. You are hereby awarded a Gold Card.

Congratulations, host, you have unlocked the side quest: Omniscience and Omnipotence. When any one of the five dimensions breaks through 100/105, you will be rewarded with a Gold Card.

Congratulations, host, for achieving a victory against overwhelming odds and completing your first major battle! Main quest unlocked: Border Warlord. Upon gaining full control of Youzhou, you will receive five Gold Summoning Cards and ten Silver Summoning Cards.

The current host possesses 1 Purple Gold Summoning Card, 2 Gold Summoning Cards, and 3 Silver Summoning Cards (obtained by completing the Youzhou side quest).

Tian Heng withdrew his gaze from Nurhaci's corpse, his eyes calm and undisturbed, as if he had merely brushed away a piece of insignificant dust.

He surveyed the entire battlefield:

The Eastern Barbarian army, which had been routed in the front, was being pursued and slaughtered by the Dragon Cavalry and the main force of the Imperial Guards, like autumn leaves swept away by the wind.

On the far right flank, towards Helan Cangfeng's central camp, the flames soared ever higher, and the shouts of battle not only did not diminish but became even more intense and chaotic. Among them, the unique horns of the Wanyan tribe and the stirring war drums of the Xia army of Huangfu Gong's tribe could be faintly discerned.

The timing is perfect.

"Zhaowu Guard, assemble!" Tian Heng's voice was not loud, but it carried an iron will.

With a wave of the command flag, the Zhaowu Guard heavy cavalry and elite infantry, who had just experienced a chase and a bloody battle, quickly broke away from the scattered fighting and moved closer to him, re-forming into a neat assault formation.

Despite the fierce battle and the blood-stained armor, the eyes of the Zhaowu Guards were even sharper, their killing intent lingering.

"Your Majesty, there seems to be a change of events in the direction of the Helan camp. Flames are shooting into the sky, and the sounds of battle are deafening!" Zhao Hu reported.

Tian Heng nodded slightly; he already knew the answer.

"That was Wanyan Aguda's defection as promised, in coordination with General Huangfu's surprise attack from within."

Order: All troops, turn! Target! The Eastern Barbarian Central Army Headquarters! Join forces with the Wanyan tribe and General Huangfu, and achieve victory in one decisive battle, capturing and killing Helan Cangfeng!

"promise!"

With the black "Xia" character king flag pointing forward, Tian Heng took the lead, and "Treading Snow Flying Dragon" leaped up once again.

The Zhaowu Guard followed closely behind, like a meticulously crafted war machine, roaring into action. Ignoring the scattered defeated soldiers around them, they transformed into a heavy, black warhammer, heading towards the core of the Dongyi camp.

The decisive charge was launched from the direction of the commander's flag, which was teetering on the brink of collapse but had not yet fallen completely!

Along the way, there were still some defeated Yi soldiers or scattered troops trying to stop them, but in the face of the long-awaited heavy hammer of Zhaowuwei, they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

With cavalry leading the way and infantry crushing everything in their path, the march proceeded with unstoppable momentum.

Soon, the view ahead opened up.