When the long-sieged holy city finally revealed a gap, the cavalrymen from various units, who had already exhausted their patience in the days of siege, had bloodshot eyes and swarmed towards the city gate like a swarm of bees.

The whole city was trembling amid the roaring fighting.

Amid the fierce wind and rain of arrows, the armor and the long sword flashed with a cold light.

The tribal soldiers rushed into the holy city like wolves, and the defenders in the city retreated step by step.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumbling sound, as if someone had torn the night sky apart, sending down thunders. The earth shook, huge rocks rolled down, the solid city walls swayed, the ground beneath feet trembled, thunder roared, and flames burst out.

Everyone was standing unsteadily, their hearts were pounding, they felt dizzy, there was a buzzing in their ears, and their whole bodies were shaking.

Someone screamed and fell off his horse.

The war horses neighed loudly and rushed around like headless flies. Countless people fell off their horses and were trampled by the mad and frightened horses, with blood splattering everywhere.

There were loud noises one after another, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, houses, Buddhist temples and earthen buildings on both sides of the long street collapsed, the walls of the streets collapsed, flames rolled, thick smoke billowed, and rubble flew, like a rain of locusts, pouring towards the dark crowd of people, and countless people fell down screaming.

The entire holy city instantly turned into a den of demons and monsters, like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, waiting to devour any enemy who dared to invade its people.

The heart-wrenching howls echoed outside the city. The soldiers watching the battle on the hillside were so horrified that they almost fell off their horses. Their mounts snorted nervously and wanted to turn around.

The subordinates hurriedly comforted their mounts that were frightened by the explosion, and shouted: "Prince, there is an ambush in the city! Half of the holy city suddenly collapsed, and the vanguard was buried!"

In the distance, flames from the holy city rose to the sky, black smoke billowed, and iron arrows flew everywhere.

The fire was fierce, and in a blink of an eye it grew into a sea of ​​fire. The air was so hot that it seemed to be on fire. Hundreds of knights retreated in a hurry, trying to escape from the only narrow exit. Hundreds of people rushed together, trampled on each other, killed each other, and struggled. The comrades who had just fought side by side were now blood-thirsty.

The general's roar was drowned out by the deafening sound of the collapse. No one could hear his orders clearly. They were terrified and just wanted to get away from the sea of ​​fire as soon as possible.

Screams echoed over the battlefield, and fire lit up half the sky.

The firelight reflected on Haidu Aling's sharply defined face. He looked towards the holy city with a normal expression, but his eyes were even colder than the night.

"I had expected this to happen. Both Fuzi and Li Yaoying are cautious people. Even if Bisha and other royal court officials had ulterior motives, Li Yaoying has hundreds of followers to protect her. Bisha would not succeed so easily... Our plan went too smoothly, and they just took advantage of it."

He smiled, "The city has run out of help, and Fuzi and Li Yaoying took the risk, hoping to die together. They staged such a big show, just to lure us into a trap. They used their tricks against them, and I will use their tricks against them too! They have to burn their boats, so they will give us a chance to open the city gates."

The subordinate's heart was pounding with fear, but he calmed himself down and said angrily, "Prince, I will go and call back the soldiers!"

Haidu Aling sneered and waved his hands: "It's useless. With such chaos, which tribe can still fight the enemy in an orderly manner? Who can listen to the command? Those horses are frightened. They are beasts. How can they understand your orders?"

The suffocating heat rolled in, and the subordinates were sweating profusely: "Prince, what should we do?"

Haidu A Ling looked at the flames that were rising wildly with the strong wind, and curled his lips: "They were well prepared, familiar with the alleys in the city, and each of them is fearless."

The subordinates turned pale.

"Let the tribal soldiers charge in front. Right now, Fuzi and Li Yaoying are out of tricks and can only fight to the death. If we charge in now, we will be buried under the rubble like those tribal soldiers. Wait until Li Yaoying's bombs are used up, then we can attack the city."

Haidu Aling said calmly with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

The Northern Rong Iron Cavalry is not good at siege warfare and street fighting, and Li Yaoying has weapons in her hands that make the Northern Rong people tremble in fear. Even if the city is broken, she will not surrender and will definitely set a trap. Her weapons are too strange, and he will suffer heavy losses. By then, it will be easy for the tribal soldiers loyal to the suzerain country to annex his remnants.

So he couldn't just enter the city.

Those tribal chiefs were short-sighted and greedy. They coveted the wealth of the royal court and only wanted to lead their troops to plunder the holy city as quickly as possible. They did not care about anything else and rushed in when they saw the city was broken. It was just a good opportunity for them to take the lead and consume Li Yaoying's miraculous and strange magic weapons.

"Inform all units to guard the eastern road valley entrance. Fuzi and Li Yaoying may try to break out during the chaos. If anyone from the royal court comes out of the city, shoot them immediately. Don't spare a single one!"

Haidu A Ling's voice was cold and deep.

"Don't they want to die together? I will grant their wish!"

The Buddhist disciples had no other way to go, so they would not hesitate to use the cost of breaking the city to lure the enemy deeper. He would not be fooled. Now the city was already broken, no matter what other methods the Buddhist disciples had, as long as he did not move his troops, the Buddhist disciples would either sacrifice themselves in the city or break through with the remaining troops.

No matter what choice a Buddhist makes, he has a way to deal with it.

Tonight, the Buddha will lose!

The fire temporarily forced back the Northern Rong coalition.

The soldiers screamed as they fled from the sea of ​​fire. Haidu A Ling led the army to line up outside the city. He drew his sword and looked around: "The holy city has been breached. These are just trifles! Control the horses! Line up! When the fire is gone, everyone follow me and charge!"

His voice was like a bell, and his momentum was powerful, as if he was not afraid of the loud noise in the city at all. The tribal soldiers, who were running around in panic, found their backbone, calmed down, and surrounded him.

Just as the queue was restored to order, several panicked soldiers rushed out of the gap, shouting: "Buddhists know magic! Buddhists are casting spells! Anyone who dares to attack the holy city will be punished!"

The soldiers' hair stood on end.

Haidu Aling was furious. He rushed forward on his horse and chopped down with his long sword. Several heads fell to the ground one after another. Several headless bodies continued to run forward for a while, then staggered and fell to the ground.

"Tanmarajika is nothing more than the son of a Han Chinese slave! Anyone who dares to disturb the army will be killed without mercy!"

Haidu Aling drew his sword, turned his head and shouted.

The soldiers shuddered, lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

…

Sparks flew and the night wind was scorching.

At the highest point of the Holy City, Bisha looked at the Northern Rong cavalry who were lined up outside the city to guard all the intersections, and frowned: "Haidu Aling really didn't take advantage of the chaos to attack the city. His main force is guarding outside the city. When the sun rises, they will attack the city... Now the gates of the Holy City can't be blocked, we can only break through."

With such a small number of troops, breaking out would be tantamount to suicide.

But if they don't break out, everyone will be killed when Haidu Aling enters the city.

Bisha turned around and clasped his fists towards Tanmo Luojia, "I will lead my men to break through, pretend to capture Princess Wen Zhao, lure Haidu Aling away, and let him exchange Chima with me. When he lets down his guard, I will take the opportunity to assassinate him!"

Tanmarajiva stood at the edge of the cliff, his robes fluttering in the wind. He looked down at the Wang Temple at his feet and shook his head.

"The risk is too great. Haidu Aling's troops will not advance rashly. If you lead your troops out of the city, it will be like hitting a rock with an egg."

Bi Suo clenched his fists, his expression solemn.

So they can only wait to die?

Tanmarajiva stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked towards the western sky.

The night sky was dyed red by the raging fire. Huge sounds of burning, explosions, shattering, and howling came one after another. Iron arrows were shot into the sky, and when they fell into the city, the fireballs exploded, bringing up burning flames, like a dancing fire dragon.

Under his feet, the monks had already commanded the people in the city to hide in the temple. A few days ago, the Xizhou soldiers withdrew from the city walls on the pretext of protecting Yao Ying, and dug huge trenches and firebreaks around the royal temple to block the long street, ensuring that the fire would not burn into the royal temple and also stop the Beirong coalition forces.

Half of the city was blown into ruins by the bombs they had laid, with raging flames and thick smoke. The first tribal soldiers who entered the city were engulfed in the sea of ​​fire and collapsed rubble, suffering heavy casualties.

However, Haidu Aling's tribe did not lose a single soldier. They stayed outside the city, waiting for the fire to subside.

The city gates have been breached, the attempt to lure the enemy has failed, and all weapons have been used up. They are like meat on the chopping board, and the enemy's butcher knife may fall at any time to ruthlessly kill them.

Life and death is just a matter of the blink of an eye.

After so many days of desperate struggle, the people in the temple had already prepared themselves to die. They sat together with their relatives and friends, huddled together in a group, and amid the deafening sound of the burning incense, they sang songs in low voices, chanted Buddhist mantras, and told their relatives their farewell words that they would still be family in the next life.

The mournful cries filled the entire royal temple.

Tanmarajiva turned around and looked at the steep stone steps between the cliffs. A slender figure was running along the cliffs with its back to him.

Yao Ying, dressed in military uniform and with a silk scarf on his head, led his troops and ordered the people to hide.

The crowds in Wang Temple were moving. Every Buddhist temple and every cave were filled with people. The earth was shaking, and the mist was spreading. The pagodas stood silently, and the glazed points on the top were illuminated by the firelight and the bells were ringing.

In the flickering red firelight, Yao Ying raised her head, met Tanmaraj's gaze, and smiled slightly.

The sky was full of flames and smoke. She described herself as a wolf, exhausted and sweaty. There were a few black marks on the tip of her nose, but her face was as beautiful as Shunhua.

Tanmarajiva walked towards Yaoying. She climbed up the stairs, climbed onto the cliff in a few steps, and pointed to the pagoda standing quietly in the corner.

"Master, you brought me here last time, took me to worship Buddha and prayed for me."

She said this with a smile and a light tone.

Just like that night with bright lights, he discovered that he had greed, anger and delusion, and he cut off all desires in front of the Buddha.

She knew nothing about it, and stood on the stone steps, holding a lantern in her hand, smiling and talking to him.

At this moment, at the critical moment of life and death, she said to him with clear eyes and a smile, Master, please bring me here.

She always remembers every little detail between them.

In an instant, all the memories since they met flooded into his mind with a majestic momentum, and he was immersed in it, sinking little by little.

Tanmarajiva stared at Yaoying, his heart full of emotions, and he remained silent. After a long time, he raised his hand and brushed away the dust on the tip of her nose.

Yao Ying smiled, wiped her face, took a lamp from the soldier, pulled his sleeve, and walked into the pagoda with him.

Since the siege, all the monks had been sent by Tanmarajiva to look after the elderly, the weak, women and children. The temple had not been cleaned for a long time, and the tower was dark, empty and cold.

Yaoying put down the lamp, knelt down at the long table, clasped her hands together, and recited a few words silently.

Tanmaraka bent down and helped her tie the laces of her cloak.

"Master." Yao Ying was exhausted. She leaned back and leaned on Tanmarajya's arm, thinking of the people who had just hugged each other and cried bitterly. "You believe in reincarnation. If there is really an afterlife, what do you want to do?"

"Are you still a monk?"

Even the playfulness could not hide the deep weariness in her voice.

Tanmaraka lowered his eyes to look at her, raised his hand, let her rest on his chest, and draped the sleeves of his monk's robe over her: "Where is the princess?"

Yaoying thought about it and said seriously: "Just be a human being."

Tanmarajiva was slightly startled, and a faint smile appeared between his deep and handsome eyebrows.

Then he is just a human being.

"Do you still want to know me?" Yao Ying asked, covering her lips with her hands and yawning.

Tanmaraka held her in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed the top of her head.

"think."

Yao Ying curled up in his arms, closed her eyes, and just as she was about to fall asleep, she murmured, "I want to, too."

Tanmaraka tightened his arms and hugged her tightly.

The afterlife is too far away, and in this life, he will never let go.

The candlelight flickered as the two of them snuggled together quietly.

Outside the pagoda, flames were raging. Ashes and snowflakes from the burning were falling silently, and half of the sky was red as fire.

…

The roar of the explosion gradually subsided, the flames were like waves, the rising black smoke enveloped the entire holy city, the sky was dark, there was only thick black smoke between the sky and the earth, and there was no trace of daylight for a long time.

In the holy city, fires continued to burn in street corners and alleys. The market town, residential buildings, and royal palaces were all razed to the ground. Broken stones and tiles were scattered all over the ground, and underneath were charred and smelly corpses.

The Northern Rong coalition, led by Haidu Aling, surrounded the city gate. The cavalry were densely packed and fierce.

The injured tribal soldiers were clearing the road while cursing the royal court members for their insidiousness and cunningness. They also scolded Haidu Aling for his cunningness, for letting them die even though they knew there was a trap. When a crackling sound of burning was heard, everyone's face turned pale and they screamed and fled in all directions.

Haidu Aling narrowed his eyes and raised his long sword: "It's just a fight between a trapped beast and a trapped beast. Today is the day when the Buddha will die! Avenge the Wakhan Khan!"

The men drew their swords and roared.

Waves of furious roars rushed into the sky, as if they could overturn the heaven and earth.

On the high cliff, people listened to the roar coming from outside the city, endured fatigue and hunger, climbed up, and waited for the brutal enemy to rush up.

Yuanjue stood outside the pagoda and whispered, "King, Princess...it's almost dawn, Haidu Aling is going to attack the city."

There was no sound from inside. He walked a few steps inside and opened his mouth, but before he uttered a word, Tanmaragha walked out from the darkness with a calm face and solemn demeanor. He made a shushing gesture at him.

Yuanjue quickly shut his mouth and followed him out of the pagoda.

Tanmaraka raised his eyes to look at the sky and said softly, "She is asleep and will not wake up for a while. You stay here and watch over her."

"yes."

"If anything goes wrong, take her from the west."

Yuanjue's eyelids twitched, he raised his head and said blankly, "Yes."

Tanmarajiva looked back, took a deep look at the sleeping Yaoying, turned around and left, stood on the cliff, took the black ox horn bow handed to him by Bisha, pulled the bowstring, tied it tightly on his shoulder, and shot an arrow.

This arrow was powerful and as fast as lightning, it broke through the thick smoke with a roar and flew high into the sky.

The arrow tore through the black smoke, revealing a corner of the sky, and a ray of light poured down.

Haidu Aling outside the city raised his head and looked at the arrows that were faintly visible in the thick smoke, his brows furrowed.

The air was filled with black smoke and it was eerily quiet, with only the neighing of horses and the sound of burning.

Suddenly, a faint buzzing sound like heavy rain came from the wind.

Haidu A Ling suddenly opened his eyes wide, a look of disbelief flashed across his face, and he reined in his horse and turned around.

The buzzing sound stopped, and then, a series of terrifying sounds of breaking through the air were heard. In the dense black smoke, there was a faint cold light flashing, like the countless stars in the blue sky on a summer night. Then, the cold light became brighter and brighter, and got closer and closer, like a falling meteor, covering the defenseless coalition cavalry.

Dense arrows covered the sky.

Haidu A Ling was sweating profusely. He pulled the reins hard, turned his horse around, leaned back, and shouted, "Raise the shield! Lie on your side!"

His voice trembled in a rare way.

At the same time, tens of thousands of iron arrows flew up from the ground, and with the cover of black smoke, they weaved a huge black net in the air, covering the entire battlefield. They fell down in unison, with fierce force, and pierced through the bodies of the Northern Rong coalition soldiers.

Screams were heard everywhere.

Arrows rained down, wave after wave, surging and unstoppable.

The equipment of the tribal soldiers was not as good as that of the Northern Rong Iron Cavalry. In addition, after the fierce battle last night, the holy city had been breached. Many people were careless and did not bring shields at all. When they saw the arrows falling, they were terrified and ran away. The iron arrows fell and went straight through their chests, nailing them to the snow.

The Northern Rong soldiers shouted in panic: "Buddha's bows and crossbows! Buddha's bows and crossbows!"

In those years, Wakhan Khan failed in several sieges and countless Northern Rong soldiers died under the crossbow carts. Everyone in the Northern Rong knew that the crossbow array improved by Fuzi was extremely powerful and was specifically designed to restrain the Northern Rong iron cavalry!

Haidu A Ling's eyes widened and he clenched the hilt of his knife: Impossible! When they attacked the city, their primary goal was to destroy the crossbow carts on the Holy City. There was not a single crossbow cart left in the Holy City, and even half of the city wall had collapsed. The soldiers defending the city had long since disappeared, so where did the crossbow array come from!

There were sharp roars in the thick smoke, and another round of arrow rain came. The iron arrows drew black lines in the sky and fell down, piercing the soldiers' armor, breaking the wooden round shields, and hitting the horses. The war horses neighed in pain, ran away in fear, and threw the riders off their backs. The battle formation was instantly disrupted, and the soldiers trampled on each other, and the horses and men fell to the ground.

Haidu Aling dodged an iron arrow that flew from the air, looked into the distance, and was shocked.

It was still dark in the sky, the ground was shaking, and the sound of heavy and orderly horse hooves was approaching from all directions. Black lines composed of countless fierce figures rose and fell, like bloodthirsty and ferocious beasts, rushing towards them from different directions like a tide with a domineering momentum to tear everything apart.

There were crowds of people everywhere in the mountains and plains.

They had different skin colors and faces, some were in neat military uniforms, some were charging forward, some were wearing black armor, some were wearing silver armor, some had disheveled hair and were covered in animal skins, some were wearing heavy armor, and some were just a group of herdsmen, some holding knives, some holding hammers, some holding long spears, and everyone had a bow, running and shooting at the same time.

Flags representing different tribes fluttered in the wind.

Behind them, on the continuous mountain peaks, rows of crossbow carts crowded the flat hillside, and arrows rained down like locusts.

"For the sake of Buddha, kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

They shouted Tanmarajava's name and roared in unison. The sound was as loud as a mountain roaring and the sea tsunami. The terrifying murderous aura filled the sky and earth.

At this time, as if in response to the shouts of those tribal warriors, shouts of killing were heard from the city, and an unfamiliar, well-organized team rushed out of the holy city and rushed towards the Northern Rong coalition.

The Beirong battle formation was silent, and the soldiers looked at their commander Haidu Aling in panic.

Haidu Aling's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his teeth were almost broken by biting.

He was always on guard against the Western Army coming to help, and sent people to guard the pass to keep the Western Army firmly outside the Sand City. Every time Tanmaraka sent people to break through, they fled to the east. He cut off this route, leaving Tanmaraka helpless.

The passes were guarded by his men, who would report back news from various places every day to prevent reinforcements, so he ensured that he had nothing to worry about.

Moreover, he ordered his subordinates to shoot and kill all the carrier falcons flying out of the holy city, so it was impossible for Tanmaraga to send out the message!

But where did this powerful reinforcement come from, and how did Tanmarajiva communicate with the reinforcement and cooperate with them?

Could it be that the Buddha really knew magic and could remotely command a tribe thousands of miles away? !

Haidu A Ling's eyes bulged and his veins throbbed.

What about turning the tables, luring the snake out of its hole, catching a turtle in a jar... all of them are fake! Even defending the holy city to the death is fake!

The Buddhist disciple did not hesitate to use himself as bait, and the entire holy city as bait, and defended the holy city desperately, just to delay his 100,000-strong army and wait for reinforcements to arrive!

Last night, the Buddhist son lured the tribal soldiers into the city not to trick him, but to deliberately blow up the holy city and use the commotion, loud noises and thick smoke to cover up the reinforcements! To hold him back, let those greedy tribal soldiers relax their vigilance, and create an opportunity for the reinforcements to approach the battlefield!

If he guessed correctly, the rear camp of the Northern Rong coalition must have been attacked by reinforcements, and those cowardly tribes might have surrendered long ago, so no one reported any unusual movements nearby in the past two days.

Anger, fear, shock, resentment... Haidu A Ling was so angry that his eyes went dark. He pulled up the reins and made a quick decision, summoning his men: "Don't panic! Form a battle array! Retreat!"

The subordinates were shocked, rushed over, clasped their fists and said, "Prince, why are you retreating? Our losses are not great, we may still be able to fight them!"

"Yes, the Holy City has been breached. We will charge into the city, plunder it, capture Fuzi and Princess Wenzhao alive, and take Fuzi and Princess Wenzhao as hostages!"

Haidu A Ling's throat was filled with blood, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I underestimated Tanmarajya. He has not completely lost his power. Look at those tribes, they are all coming for him... Before returning, the Buddhist disciples had already made a plan to encircle and suppress us. They have been defending for the past few days just to let me relax my defense. There is also Princess Wen Zhao. The Western Army is concentrating its forces to break through our defense line from the east, which is also one of their strategies!"

"The holy city was destroyed... Where did that team come from? Did they blow up the cliff to let in reinforcements?"

A chill ran through his body. Haidu Aling didn't want to admit that he had lost, but he had no choice.

The coalition forces were in disarray. As the siege lasted for a long time, there were frequent conflicts and the tribal soldiers were increasingly out of his control. If Tanmo Luojia had foreseen everything and arranged the mechanism, then the plan must have been flawless and there must be no omissions.

He must come up with a solution as soon as possible.

"Tammarajiva is using the holy city as bait, not just to break the siege of the holy city. The city gates are wide open and the walls are destroyed. He is not luring the enemy, but destroying our retreat! Let the reinforcements in! If we hesitate, we may be surrounded."

"They are about to kill us!" Haidu Aling made up his mind, "Retreat!"

The subordinates looked at each other, followed closely behind him, galloped on horseback, and tried to break through.

…

On the cliff, Tanmarajiva looked down at the battlefield and signaled to Bisa with his eyes.

Bisuo waved the flag, and at the bottom of the cliff that was blown up in the north of the city, a team climbed up the high cliff. Led by the Xizhou soldiers, they passed through the long street full of traps, rushed out of the holy city, and divided into two teams, extending along both sides of the city gate like a horizontal line.

Standing on a high cliff, Tanmarajiva could see the situation of most of the battlefield.

The reinforcements that were rushing across the sky and plains were approaching the Northern Rong coalition. The defenders on the hillside kept shooting arrows, disrupting the coalition's battle formation and blocking their way to retreat.

In the direction of the Holy City, the troops deployed in a horizontal line gradually extended forward, approaching the Northern Rong coalition from both wings.

Further away, within a few hundred miles, cavalrymen from different tribes were rushing towards the Holy City one after another. Teams formed a siege, slowly shrinking the encirclement and slowly destroying the coalition forces they encountered on the way.

A big net had been spread many days ago, and it was slowly advancing inward from hundreds of miles away, like a series of high walls, aiming to completely strangle the 100,000-strong army that Haidu Aling had painstakingly assembled within this big net.

In order to quell the chaos and allow the people to live and work in peace, this coalition must be defeated.

Tanmaraka threw away his longbow, drew his sword, and walked down the cliff.

The royal soldiers stood up one by one, drew their swords, and followed him with fanatical and pious expressions.

…

When Yao Ying woke up, there were deafening shouts and cries outside the city.

There was nothing around her and she was covered with a thick felt blanket. She rushed out of the pagoda in a hurry, came to the cliff and looked into the distance.

Yuan Jue followed closely behind her and said, "Princess, the king has led his troops to pursue Haidu Aling. Please rest assured."

Yao Ying spotted the tall figure riding a horse at full speed on the battlefield and nodded.

Outside the holy city, flags were flying all over the mountains. Tribes coming from different directions gradually formed a circle and surrounded the coalition forces.

When Tanmarajiva appeared on the battlefield, a dazzling ray of morning light pierced through the black smoke, fell down and enveloped him.

He was covered in brilliant sunlight, riding a horse alone, galloping in front of the battle array, his monk robe fluttering, looking cool, graceful, and dignified.

Everyone stared at him blankly, tears streaming down their faces with excitement.

A chief shouted: "Buddha is our king!"

"We are not loyal to the royal court, but to the Buddha!"

"Buddha is the king of kings! He is our Jurghan!"

A sour and spicy feeling surged through Yaoying's heart, and her eyes became slightly moist.

All the tribes that had received favors from Tanmarajiva, as well as the royal troops stationed in various places, came.

They came for Dhammaraja.

Even though Tanmaraka was not the queen's biological son, and even though he and Sultan Kumbh were the same person, there were still many people who truly loved him and were willing to follow him and die for him.

Just like Prajna.

His efforts over the years have never been in vain.

Hearing a cry of surprise, Yuan Jue looked at the battlefield and said nervously, "Haidu A Ling is too cunning! He is hiding behind the tribal soldiers... He is about to break through!"

Yao Ying came back to her senses, looked around, and curled her lips: "It's nothing if Haidu Aling breaks through..."

This time, Haidu Aling had nowhere to escape.

…

Thousands of miles away is the suzerain state to which Haidu Aling took refuge.

Yang Qian, dressed in armor, stood on the top of the city wall, looking heroic. He looked in the direction of the royal court and wiped the blood off his long sword.

All the Samakh troops within a radius of several hundred miles had surrendered to the Western Army, and the remaining Northern Rong troops who had fled here were all captured.

Haidu Aling borrowed several subordinate tribes from his father-in-law, which gave the Western Army the opportunity to launch a massive attack.

Yang Qian sheathed the sword and patted the handle.

In this battle, he followed the order of Princess Wen Zhao and rushed thousands of miles. In one fell swoop, he defeated the suzerain state that supported Haidu Aling, shocked dozens of surrounding countries, large and small, and opened up the trade route completely, so that many tribes came to surrender.

The Western Army established its prestige in one battle. From then on, no force, whether in the north, west or south, dared to provoke the Western Army, and the Western Army could rest easy.

See who dares to take Haidu Aling in!

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