The Seventeenth Prince looked very serious. He straightened his back and walked toward his Thirteenth Brother. The Thirteenth Prince nodded slightly to him. The Seventeenth Prince opened his mouth slightly, but then he noticed that Abahai was staring at him with wide eyes, so he closed his mouth and walked forward expressionlessly.

The atmosphere was thick with a sense of impending doom, and the Thirteenth Prince's eyes were sharp as he surveyed everything in front of him.

Giroud and the man in black were in the same boat, seemingly wary of something.

When the Seventeenth Prince and Abahai stood in the same line, the Seventeenth Prince suddenly lunged forward and shouted, "There's an ambush!"

Abahai reacted extremely quickly. He moved almost simultaneously with the Seventeenth Prince. He rolled around on the ground several times and then jumped up, already back beside Jiru.

"Well done!" Giroud was extremely pleased with himself. He shouted to his men, "Arrest them all!"

At this moment, the Seventeenth Prince was still on the ground, and the Thirteenth Prince also drew his weapon. He said to the people around him, "Go and bring the Seventeenth Prince back." Then he rode ahead and charged towards the enemy.

Seventeenth Master was helped up and taken to the back. He said, "There's an ambush on the stone wall!" These four high walls were meant to be an ambush!

"Seventeenth Master, don't worry, look at him." The person supporting him said with a smile.

"Charge!" Along with the soaring momentum came not only Giroud's ambush, but also the Thirteenth Master's. The two sides clashed fiercely, and for a moment it was impossible to determine who was stronger.

Sitting on his horse, the Thirteenth Prince surveyed the entire situation, shaking his head inwardly, thinking, "It seems that Giroud still has a brain; he even knows to set up an ambush."

Little did he know that Giroud, who was sitting opposite him, had the same idea.

"Giroud, if you surrender now, I can spare your life," the Thirteenth Prince shouted to Giroud.

Giroud trembled with rage. He spat on the ground and cursed, "Don't be so smug! With your small force, you can't possibly defeat me!" So what if the Thirteenth Prince is a cunning strategist? His army outnumbers the Thirteenth Prince by a full two times! They can wear him down completely. As if reading Giroud's mind, the Thirteenth Prince pulled on the reins, shoving the unsuspecting enemy aside, and said calmly, "You think I only have this much planned?"

"What do you mean by this?" Giroud paled.

"Don't panic, he's just bluffing!" the man in black insisted. A commander is crucial to an army; if Giroud panics, defeat is not far off.

"Bluster?" The Thirteenth Prince laughed loudly. "Our Great Qing has never dared to bluff. Look back and see who's here."

Jiru and the others looked back and saw a steady stream of new Qing soldiers joining the battle. At that moment, the Shenbi Army cavalry galloped in on horseback and shouted into the air, "Thirteenth Prince, the Shenbi Army has come to provide support on the orders of His Majesty!"

"Alright!" said the Thirteenth Master.

Originally, Giru only had the advantage of superior numbers, but now that Shen Bijun has arrived with his men, the disparity in troop strength between the two sides has disappeared. Giru grabbed the man in black's hand and asked anxiously, "What should we do now?"

The man in black took a deep breath and said, "Our soldiers are brave and warlike, while the Qing soldiers are emaciated. We will win this battle!"

"And we're here too!" Hearing the familiar voice, the man in black turned around with Giru and saw Hongli leading his men down the high wall on skateboards, looking menacing. Their numbers were increasing, catching the enemy's rear completely off guard.