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"Yes!" Liu Wudi nodded excitedly, agreeing with Li Cunxu's decision. Although he was already old, he was as excited as a child at this moment. He couldn't wait to lead the army into battle and showcase his military prowess. The harassment from the small tribes on the border of the Northern Ming Dynasty had already infuriated him for years, and now that he had the opportunity for revenge, he was naturally happy to do so!

As Li Cunxu's order spread, the million-strong army sprang into action. They split into three groups, galloping toward the northeast, northwest, and due north. The sound of horse hooves resounded through the air, as if the entire earth were trembling.

Although the troops on this expedition were small, Li Cunxu was confident that as the inheritance beads took effect, the subsequent troops would be continuously replenished. Liu Wudi was quite familiar with the tribes on the border of the Northern Ming Dynasty, and soon he led the army to find a tribal garrison.

The tribe wasn't large, with only about 7,000 to 8,000 people. Its houses were scattered in an orderly fashion, surrounded by a vast expanse of grassland. From afar, the tribe resembled a pearl set in the prairie.

"Kill! Leave no nobles alive!" Liu Wudi's face was stern, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He issued the order without hesitation. Before setting out, they had already carefully planned the tactics for this battle.

Their approach to the smaller tribes was clear: the nobles must be completely eradicated to prevent future unrest. As for the lower-class people, they were to be controlled by force, temporarily restraining them while they waited for the arrival of a supply of inheritance beads.

As for the medium-sized and large tribes, the situation was slightly more complicated. They would selectively execute some of the high-ranking officials and those soldiers who swore to die rather than surrender, in order to intimidate the others. The rest would also be restrained by force, awaiting the arrival of reinforcements from the rear.

"Yes!" As Liu Wudi's order was issued, countless soldiers immediately responded loudly, their voices echoing in the air like thunder. Their morale was high, and they were full of confidence in this mission.

Liu Wudi, commanding an army of 300,000, naturally wouldn't act collectively. Instead, he cleverly dispersed his troops into a fan-shaped formation. This allowed them to simultaneously sweep through the various tribes along the way, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

The smoke of war permeated the entire Dongtian World. Not only was the Beiming region plunged into fierce fighting, but the Nanman in the south were also not spared! The Nanman tribe was neither human nor demon, but a unique existence full of mystery.

The bodies of the Nanman tribe radiate a breathtaking golden hue, as if expertly pieced together from countless yellow rocks. Their physiques are exceptionally robust, generally standing around three meters tall, giving off an air of immense power. However, in stark contrast to their imposing appearance, the Nanman tribe is quite sparsely populated.

This wasn't because the Nanman lived in a harsh environment; in fact, their environment wasn't bad. The real reason for the Nanman's sparse population was simply that this group faced enormous difficulties in reproduction.

"Phew! Finally, we're still in time! I hope Li Cunxu and the others haven't started yet!" The Ghost King stood before the endless expanse of Southern Xinjiang cavalry, gazing at the Nanman border in the distance, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and muttered softly.

Wang Yanzhang, standing by, holding a cold iron spear, walked steadily to the Ghost King's side and said in a deep voice, "That shouldn't be the case. With their speed, they should have just arrived at the North Sea like us."

"That's good. Let's get started without further ado!" The Ghost King showed a satisfied smile on his face. He nodded at Wang Yanzhang, then quickly took two steps back, as if to express his trust and respect for Wang Yanzhang.

The Ghost King knew that command was crucial in this crucial battle. Wang Yanzhang, as an experienced, wise, and courageous general, was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate for this important task. Therefore, the Ghost King unhesitatingly entrusted Wang Yanzhang with command, confident that he would lead the troops to victory.

"Okay!" Wang Yanzhang responded loudly, his voice resounding and firm. He then quickly pulled out a map from his pocket, unfolded it, and spread it flat on the ground. The map detailed the terrain of each region and the distribution of enemy forces.

Wang Yanzhang stared at the map, pondered for a moment, and then decisively issued orders: "Ghost King, listen up! Lead 50,000 cavalry and rush to the Nanman tribe 50 kilometers southwest! You must reach your destination as quickly as possible and strike the enemy by surprise!"

The Ghost King accepted the order without hesitation. He turned around and shouted to the 50,000 cavalrymen behind him: "Soldiers, follow me to the battle!" With the Ghost King's order, the 50,000 cavalrymen rushed towards the southwest like a black whirlwind.

Wang Yanzhang immediately gave the Dark Emperor an order: "Dark Emperor, listen! Lead 50,000 cavalrymen and head southwest, but march 30 kilometers further than the Ghost King's troops. Your target is the Nanman tribe, 80 kilometers southwest! Remember, move quickly and don't give the enemy any chance to breathe!"

After receiving the order, Emperor Ming immediately led his 50,000 cavalry and rushed towards the southwest like an arrow.

Wang Yanzhang's gaze then fell on Jiang Chen and Han Ba, his voice growing more serious. "Jiang Chen, Han Ba, listen to my orders! The two of you will lead one hundred thousand cavalrymen and attack the Nanman tribe eighty kilometers to the south! This will be a tough battle, you must give it your all and not retreat even a single moment!"

Jiang Chen and Hanba looked at each other and responded in unison: "Yes, sir!" Then they led a huge cavalry team, like a steel torrent, surging towards the south.

Finally, Wang Yanzhang's gaze fell on Ying Gou, and his tone became slightly gentler: "Ying Gou, listen to my orders! Lead 50,000 cavalrymen to the Nanman tribe 80 kilometers to the southeast. Your mission will be equally arduous, so be careful of the enemy's counterattack!"

Ying Gou nodded slightly to show that she understood, and then she led her troops and quickly disappeared on the southeast horizon like a meteor in the night sky.

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