I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, the bugle calls of the barbarian coalition had already resounded throughout the entire grassland.

The war machine began to turn slowly.

Outside Xiao Jingshi's tent, Batu was already waiting, leading his magnificent black steed, Heifeng, and holding a brand-new set of armor.

It was a set of black leather armor worn only by high-ranking officers of the Black Wolf Tribe, inlaid with silver ornaments and wolf fangs, with a ferocious wolf head totem on the chest.

"My lord, the princess wants you to change into this." Batu's tone remained respectful, but his eyes revealed an undisguised excitement and fervor.

For the warriors of the grasslands, war is the grandest festival of their lives.

Xiao Jingshi looked at the armor, which was full of alien style, and felt a chill in his heart.

He would eventually have to put on the enemy's clothes and attack his own compatriots.

He had no choice.

He silently accepted the armor and, with Batu's help, put it on piece by piece. The cold leather clung to his skin, as if reminding him of his current status.

When he was dressed and walked out of the tent, even Batu was stunned.

The barbarian armor, which originally looked somewhat rugged, didn't look out of place on him at all; on the contrary, it blended perfectly with his cold and aloof temperament. His innate nobility and majesty made him look less like a barbarian officer and more like a dark king about to go to war.

"My lord...you...you are simply a born war god!" Batu exclaimed sincerely.

Xiao Jingshi ignored his flattery, simply mounted his horse, and rode towards Yue Zhuo's central command tent.

Yue Zhuo was already waiting there.

Today, she was also dressed in a fiery red women's armor, making her look like a burning flame, exuding stunning beauty and a dangerous aura.

The moment she saw Xiao Jingshi, her eyes lit up with infatuation.

"My wolf, you look so handsome today." She didn't hold back her praise, urging her horse forward to stand beside him.

"Let's go." Xiao Jingshi's voice was devoid of any warmth.

"Good!" Yue Zhuo laughed loudly, drew his curved sword from his waist, pointed it towards the Jiangzhou Pass, and shouted, "Warriors of the Black Wolf Tribe! Follow me! Crush the Liang army's camp and capture their commander alive!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry roared in unison, their voices echoing across the land.

The army began its march, a black torrent of iron rolling towards the valley shrouded in dark clouds.

Xiao Jingshi was placed in the most conspicuous position beside Yue Zhuo. He rode the magnificent Black Wind and wore striking black wolf-head armor, making it difficult for him not to attract attention.

He knew that Yue Zhuo had done this on purpose.

She wanted everyone to see that this handsome and powerful man from the Central Plains was her Yuezhuo's spoils of war, a warrior who fought for her.

As the army advanced, the familiar pass and camp came into clearer view.

When Xiao Jingshi saw the large "Liang" banner fluttering in the wind and rain, yet still standing tall, his heart began to pound uncontrollably once again.

His hand instinctively tightened its grip on the reins.

go home……

He felt he was getting closer and closer to "home".

But he came to the city gates as an invader.

How ironic.

"Canglang, what are you thinking about?" Yuezhuo seemed to notice his unusual behavior.

"Nothing much," Xiao Jingshi said calmly, withdrawing his gaze. "I was just wondering what their commander's expression would be. What would he think when he saw his city fall and his soldiers being slaughtered?"

Hearing this, Yue Zhu laughed even harder: "Don't worry, you'll see soon! When that time comes, I'll tie him up and bring him in front of you, so you can cut off his head yourself!"

Xiao Jingshi did not speak again.

His gaze passed over Yue Zhuo and fixed intently on the large black flag.

For some reason, he always felt as if he had stood under this flag countless times.

……

Jiangzhou Camp, atop the city wall.

Zhao Yi, clad in heavy armor and wielding a long sword, coldly gazed at the black torrent appearing on the distant horizon.

"Here it comes," he murmured to himself.

The soldiers around him all had bloodshot eyes, and their knuckles were white from gripping their weapons so tightly.

There was no fear on their faces, only deep-seated hatred.

"Archers, prepare!"

"Rolling stones! Hammers! Get them all ready!"

"Even if we all die here today, we'll still get a few pieces of flesh from these savage dogs!"

As the barbarian army drew closer, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly let out a cry of surprise and uncertainty.

"General! Look! At the front of the barbarian ranks, next to the leading female general... that person..."

Zhao Yi looked in the direction he pointed.

At the very front of the barbarian army, beside Princess Moonburn in her fiery red armor, stood a general in black armor, also riding a tall horse.

The person was too far away to see their face clearly.

But his physique... his riding posture...

Zhao Yi's pupils suddenly contracted!

so similar!

The resemblance made him uneasy!

Impossible... Absolutely impossible...

Zhao Yi shook his head violently, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

His Highness is dead! His remains have vanished!

That person must just be a barbarian general with a similar build!

"All troops, prepare for battle!" He suppressed his inner turmoil and roared again, "Prepare to engage the enemy!"

War is imminent.