Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

Jieli suddenly turned around—

Behind them, on the high ground and in the distance, were the figures of Tang soldiers!

Swords were drawn, arrows were nocked, and ten thousand men roared in unison, as if heavenly soldiers had descended!

His warhorse neighed and reared up, its front hooves raised high!

His own expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply—

"How is this possible?! Where did so many soldiers come from?!"

The overwhelming momentum actually made this grassland overlord feel, for the first time,... the urge to retreat?!

But what is the reality?

Those so-called "thousands of troops" are nothing more than a carefully planned illusion.

Empty camp, drums and horns, shadowy figures of ambushing troops...

All of these were strategies left behind by Han Ye, which Li Shimin used to their fullest potential!

At this moment, no one knew—

The real killer move is not on the front line of the Wei River.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the rear of the Turkic Khaganate...

The blood-stained ghostly figure slowly removed his mask, revealing a pair of eyes as cold as an abyss.

The final battle has begun.

Furthermore, the dark, endless army formation likely numbered well over 500,000!

Armored soldiers stood like a forest, banners blotted out the sun, and even before the war drums sounded, the killing intent was already palpable!

Jieli Khan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned ashen white.

Even his battle-hardened steed reared up abruptly, neighing incessantly—as if it too was terrified by the overwhelming military might!

"Damn it!!"

He grabbed the reins, his voice trembling, and staggered back several steps, his eyes revealing undisguised fear for the first time.

"Strategist! Where did Li Shimin get so many soldiers?!"

He practically roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his face filled with disbelief.

Didn't the Tang Dynasty just experience the Xuanwu Gate Incident? The court was unstable and its foundation was shaken; how could it possibly mobilize such a terrifying army in such a short time?!

The strategist's expression was also grave. He said in a low voice, "Khan... I'm afraid we delayed our pursuit of the Ghost-Faced General, giving Li Shimin a chance to catch his breath, which allowed him to amass a large army..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jieli's eyes instantly turned bloodshot!

"It's her again—!!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse like a wild beast's growl, "That woman with the ghost mask...it's all because of her!!"

Hatred surged within me, almost bursting through my chest.

His hatred for Han Ye reached its peak at this moment, burning like a raging fire in his heart!

But they completely forgot that the person who led the troops to pursue and press forward was never forced by anyone, but was himself greedy for merit and reckless, and went his own way!

Along the banks of the Wei River, the wind whips up yellow sand.

Li Shimin stood on the high platform, coldly watching the turmoil in the enemy camp, a mocking sneer slowly rising to the corners of his lips.

"Young man...you were absolutely right."

"This Jieli is truly a cowardly coward who is all bark and no bite."

A slight stirring ran through him, and the image of the mysterious young man he had sat and talked with that night resurfaced in his mind.

Although his name was unknown and his appearance was never seen, his courage and strategy had already left a deep impression on him.

At that very moment—

Jieli suddenly stepped forward and shouted angrily in Li Shimin's direction:

"Emperor Li Shimin of Tang! Our Great Tang and the Turks are neighboring countries. Why must we fight each other and cause unnecessary casualties!"

These words shocked everyone present.

The Khan, who had just been arrogant and domineering as a conqueror, suddenly addressed the other party as "Emperor of Tang" and his tone softened abruptly!

Li Shimin stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and unfathomable, quietly waiting for what was to come.

Unexpectedly, Jieli suddenly glared with bloodshot eyes and roared out, word by word:

"If you hand over the Ghost-Faced General, I will immediately withdraw my troops and return your lost border territories!"

boom--!!!

This sentence was like a thunderclap that shattered the sky!

The soldiers under Li Shimin's command all changed color, everyone was stunned, and there was an uproar!

"What?! Hand over the Ghost-Faced General?!"

"What a joke! Wasn't General Ghost Face already... killed in the previous battle?!"

Not only them, but the entire Tang Dynasty camp was stunned.

You can befriend dead people? What kind of act is this?!

At this moment, caught between the two armies, on both banks of the Wei River, countless refugees fled in panic.

Most of them were Han Chinese from the border regions, and when war broke out, their instinct was to flee to distant places.

But now, the entire valley is blocked by the army, and they have nowhere to go but to huddle on the edge of the battle line, trembling with fear.

It is precisely this group of ant-like beings, ignored by everyone—

But secretly hidden there was a thousand-strong surprise attack force.

The person in charge was Li Yingge.

She wore a tattered robe and mingled among the refugees, her eyes sharp as knives, as she approached the flank of the Turkic camp step by step.

Just as Jieli uttered those words—

She stopped abruptly, her whole body trembled, and her eyes uncontrollably reddened!

"Hand over the Ghost-Faced General?!"

She murmured to herself, her voice trembling, "What does it mean... Could it be... that he's still alive?!"

A flash of inspiration struck him—

Han Ye's return time... is too coincidental...

He was severely injured at the time, yet he possessed an eerie composure...

Furthermore, his predictions about the battle situation far surpassed those of ordinary generals...

An almost absurd idea flashed through the fog like lightning—

"Could it be... that the Ghost-Faced General... is Han Ye?!"

Her face froze instantly, her breath stopped, and she seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Two figures began to intertwine and overlap wildly in her mind—

That general who wore a bronze demon mask and led his elite warriors into battle...

And that gentle, calm, and shrewd young captain...

Before she could gather her thoughts, a guard quietly approached from behind and urged her in a low voice:

"General, the time has come! If we don't act now, we'll miss the best ambush position!"

Li Yingge snapped back to reality, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, regained her usual calm demeanor, and said softly:

"Continue the advance, infiltrate behind enemy lines, and prepare for a surprise attack."

The order was given, and the team once again moved forward silently.

But in her heart, a storm was already raging.

Ghost-faced General... Han Ye...

If it really is the same person... then how well have they been hiding? And how many secrets have they been carrying?!

At the forefront of the Tang Dynasty's main force, Li Shimin, upon hearing Jieli's words, merely gave a cold laugh, a laugh filled with sorrow and sarcasm.

"Ha... Hand over the Ghost-Faced General?"

He looked up at the sky, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

Mentioning this name is like reopening a wound that hasn't yet healed—

Those masked assassins who swore to never surrender and all died for their country...

The city of Dingzhou, which was almost completely annihilated...

Corpses littered the ground, and wronged souls wept in anguish...

His fist slowly clenched.

Peace talks?

A concession?

dream.

Countless heroic souls of the Han people, buried on the frontier, are still roaring!

In an instant, a furious rage that seemed to consume the heavens and destroy the earth surged straight to Li Shimin's head, his eyes instantly turning blood red, as if thousands of wronged souls were burning in his eyes!

"Hand them over?!"

His roar shook the very air.

"Khan Jieli, you seem to have forgotten—you are nothing but a barbarian clown! In the prosperous Han Dynasty, would you even be worthy of being called a king? At most, you would be nothing more than a watchdog under the Han dynasty's banner!"

"If I want you to bow your head, you must take your head!"

"You won't agree?"

"That--"

"I've come to collect it myself!"

Before he finished speaking, the longsword was drawn with a roar, its cold light splitting the sky, its killing intent as deep as an abyss, directly approaching Jieli, who was ten steps away!

Behind.

The war drums suddenly sounded! Thousands of troops roared in unison, their iron hooves pounding the ground, causing it to crack, as if a million soldiers were about to charge into battle!

That aura was earth-shattering!

Jieli's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression changed drastically!

"retreat--!"

He practically roared the order, his voice distorted.

Just then, a scout on horseback galloped in, his voice trembling:

"Report! Khan! A Tang army has appeared in the rear! Three thousand strong, and the leader... is Yuchi Gong!!"

boom!

Like a thunderclap, Jieli's mind went completely blank.

Chaos! Utter chaos!

The final battle has begun!

On the banks of the Wei River, the wind swirls up the remaining clouds.

Ten kilometers away.

Han Ye was quietly approaching.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The sound of horses' hooves was as light as a ghost, and the three thousand white-horse cavalry moved through the night like phantoms, the sound of their hooves on the dry grass almost blown away by the wind.

Three thousand versus hundreds of thousands.

Once exposed, they will be utterly destroyed and their entire army wiped out!

But Han Ye's eyes were like knives, fixed on the endless Turkic camp in the distance.

He was no fool; this strike had been a long time coming.

Do you know why he had a secret talk with Li Shimin all night?

Do you know why he offered one ingenious plan after another?

because--

Those schemes were all part of his plan to create this situation!

He knew that Li Shimin had no way out, so those plans had to be used whether or not they were intended to be!

When all tactics are fully deployed, that is when Jieli's army is at its weakest!

Too--

This is Han Ye's only chance to personally behead the enemy chieftain!

"Do you understand my plan?" Han Ye whispered, his voice as cold as ice.

The three thousand White Horse Cavalry nodded in unison, their armor silent, only their gazes burning like wolves.

Only the leader, Gongsun Zan, wearing a hideous demon mask, spoke in a deep voice:

"General, we are all aware of the plan."

But... what if something unexpected happens? How do we evacuate?

Evacuate?

Han Ye's eyes darkened.

In that instant, the image of Xiahou Dun and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, their blood staining the yellow sand, flashed before his eyes—he survived that battle, but there was no one left by his side.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only he remained to walk alone.

From that moment on, he understood—

A truly deadly trap never leaves a way out.

On the battlefield, sometimes the price of survival is not being able to think about returning alive.

"I have my own plans for the retreat," he said slowly and calmly. "You need not worry."

One sentence silenced everyone.

Because they knew that these three thousand White Horse Guards were no ordinary people.

They came from the underworld, summoned by Han Ye, their loyalty etched into their very bones, and they are immortal!

They are not afraid of death.

Their only fear was that their general would die in battle.

Even if the sky were to fall and the earth were to collapse, as long as Han Ye was still alive, they would dare to kill the entire Samsara clan once more!

"Soon..." Han Ye looked up at the night sky, a cold smile on his lips, his blood-stained clothes fluttering, like a demon descending upon the world.

"The war... has begun."

The Wei River is in disarray.

He stood on the high hill, with three thousand iron cavalry lurking in the shadows like lurking beasts, silently waiting for the moment to tear apart the throat of their prey.

—The target is none other than Khagan Jieli!

At the same time.

In the rear of the Turks, the sounds of battle filled the sky!

Yuchi Gong led three thousand elite troops, thrusting forward like sharp blades. Torches illuminated half the night sky, and the shouts and clamor created the impression of tens of thousands of troops pressing in!

"Stop it—!"

Jieli roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Turn around! Crush these Tang dogs! Leave no one alive!"

kill--!!