After finishing writing, he drew his sword and carefully wiped it clean.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Meanwhile, at the Dzungar camp.

After hearing the scout's report, Tsewang Arabtan burst into laughter: "The Qing army is indeed utterly pathetic! Order the entire army to march south tomorrow and take Pingliang directly!"

The strategist hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, I fear there may be a trap..."

Tsewang Arabtan scoffed: "After the earthquake, the Qing government is too busy taking care of itself to have the strength to set up an ambush. Men, come with me to seize grain and women!"

Ten days later, Eagle Beak Cliff.

The Dzungar army fell for the trap and pursued the "rout" Qing army all the way to the bottom of the cliff.

Tsewang Arabtan, riding his horse, looked at the narrow valley and felt a vague unease.

But when scouts reported that a large amount of grain and fodder abandoned by the Qing army had been discovered ahead, he was overjoyed: "The Qing dogs are indeed terrified! The entire army should speed through the valley and head straight for Lanzhou!"

Just as the Junggar vanguard was about to rush out of the valley, a horn suddenly sounded from the top of the cliff.

"put--!"

Boom! Countless logs and boulders cascaded down, smashing enemy soldiers to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, muskets fired in unison, and amidst the billowing smoke, Dzungar cavalrymen fell in droves.

"We've fallen into a trap! Retreat!" Tsewang Arabtan roared as he turned his horse around, only to find the valley entrance blocked by Qing cavalry.

Yue Zhongqi, holding a long sword, stood at the front of the formation and sneered, "Great Khan, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Meanwhile, on the northern foothills of the Qilian Mountains.

Yunti licked his dry lips. Twenty thousand elite cavalrymen lay in ambush in the desert, their horses and men all gagged and their hooves wrapped in cloth.

A scout rushed in to report: "Fourteenth Prince, Cewang's royal court is left with only the old, weak, and disabled soldiers!"

"Good!" Yunti suddenly drew his long sword. "Men, follow me and charge in—leave no grass behind!"

The iron cavalry swept through the Dzungar royal court like a hurricane.

Before the soldiers left behind could react, they were riddled with bullets by muskets.

Yunti personally stormed into the golden tent, shattered Cewang's throne with a single stroke, and roared, "Loot it all! Burn it all!"

The Qing army tied gold and silver treasures to the backs of their horses and set the tents on fire, the flames engulfing the entire camp.

The remnants of the royal court fought desperately to break through the encirclement and finally delivered the tragic news to Tsewang Arabtan.

"What?! The royal court has been attacked?!" Ce Wang's eyes widened in horror, and he immediately led his personal guards to turn back and provide reinforcements.

However, upon arriving at the northern grasslands, they encountered Yunti's army, which was waiting in full force.

"You old dog, Cewang!" Yunti spurred his horse into battle, spear pointed straight at him, "Your head is mine!"

The two armies clashed violently. After a volley of musket fire, Yunti personally led his cavalry into the enemy ranks, his spears sending three enemy generals flying.

Cewang launched a frenzied counterattack, cutting down several Qing soldiers with his scimitar, but was pierced through the shoulder by Yunti's spear and nearly fell off his horse.

The guards fought desperately to protect their lord, dragging Cewang along as they fled.

When the remnants fled to the Altai Mountains, only seventeen riders remained...

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As the sun set, the Qing army began to clear the battlefield.

Inside the canyon, the corpses of Dzungar soldiers were piled up like mountains.

Yue Zhongqi stepped over the pool of blood and said to Li Tiezhu in a deep voice, "Dig a pit and bury them to prevent a plague."

On the northern grasslands, Yunti kicked the golden crown that Cewang had left behind and grinned: "Perfect, a big gift for Fourth Brother!"

In this battle, the Dzungar army of 50,000 was completely annihilated, and the royal court was reduced to ashes.

The northwestern frontier finally enjoyed more than ten years of peace.