We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"Reinforcements are here! Reinforcements are here!"

A soldier raised his tired and bloodstained face and shouted excitedly.

Shi Yong suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked behind him through the gap in his raised wooden shield...

Amidst the flying dust, the fluttering banner came into view, and the rapid sound of horses' hooves roared like a landslide or tsunami.

It worked! My plan worked!

He used all his strength to straighten his back and look forward.

The Khitan cavalry were also shocked by this sudden change. They turned their heads to look at the Fengtian Army light cavalry that was roaring towards them, their eyes full of fear.

They dropped their bows and turned their gaze towards their leader.

"There really is an ambush! Those cunning Qing people!" Mo Kunye cursed, "Retreat!"

The Khitan wolf riders turned around and began to flee, but the Fengtian cavalry obviously had no intention of letting them go.

Yue Yun took the lead, with light cavalry following behind him, and they chased the Khitans relentlessly.

**Zhi's face was pale, and it was obvious that the forced march had taken its toll on his body.

The cavalrymen flew past the mine, and the tragic scene around the mine left them unable to react for a moment.

The ground was in a mess, the soil was stained dark brown by blood, and there were even small puddles of blood in some places.

The horses' hooves made a crunching sound as they stepped on broken arrows and shattered armor.

The broken shields were scattered all over the ground, some were even split into pieces, with only half of the wooden frame left standing there alone.

Some soldiers and miners who were unfortunately hit by arrows either lay silently on the ground or tried to stand up with the help of their weapons.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, as well as an indescribable sense of sadness.

Some soldiers leaned on each other's shoulders, supporting each other and checking their wounds. Their faces were full of fatigue and pain, but also with a hint of numb relief as if they had survived a disaster.

At this moment, a figure suddenly struggled out of the battlefield and fell to his knees with a thud.

The man lowered his head and cried, "Li Dunzi, captain of the Wu Battalion of the Ninggu Army, invites you to fight!"

Dunzi had a bandage on his hand and a wooden board tied to it. He had obviously been treated by a military doctor, but his body was still covered with bruises.

He knelt in the muddy ground, and the passing cavalrymen cast sympathetic glances at him.

Shi Yong came up from behind, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly, "Dunzi."

Dunzi suddenly raised his head and shouted again: "Li Dunzi, captain of the 5th battalion of the Ninggu army... I want to fight!"

Shi Yong sighed softly and said nothing more.

At such a devastated moment, Dunzi was fearless and still had a fighting spirit.

Perhaps this overwhelming fighting spirit was too eye-catching, and amidst the sound of horse hooves, a steady voice suddenly rang out: "Li Dunzi!"

Dunzi suddenly raised his head and saw a pale face and a pair of deep eyes.

**zhi whispered: "Get on the horse!"

The guard beside him suddenly pulled the reins of the horse and stopped it in front of the pillar, then jumped onto the other horse and cut the rope connecting the two horses with a knife.

Dunzi's body trembled, and he cried, "I obey your command!"

He struggled to stand up, and even though his body seemed to be falling apart, he still stubbornly climbed onto the horse and rode into the cavalry formation.

Shi Yong stared blankly at Dunzi's receding figure.

The captain's hoarse voice came from the side: "That soldier is very powerful, isn't he?"

He himself was injured, with one arm pierced by an arrow, but his voice was still powerful.

The captain looked at the cavalrymen going away and sighed softly: "He is born to be a soldier. He will go further than me."

Shi Yong raised his head and looked at the tattered flag with the word "Feng" fluttering in the center of the battlefield. There were many holes on it, but it still stood facing the wind.

. . . . . .

As the sun set, the wolfskin banner collapsed and slowly fell to the ground.

Then it was trampled by countless iron hooves and buried deep in the mud.

"Run! The farther the better!" A Khitan cavalryman shouted in horror, the sound of horse hooves behind him made his hair stand on end.

The evening glow was stirred up by the horses' hooves, and the air was filled with dust and a solemn atmosphere.

The Fengtian cavalry, wearing light armor and armed with bows and sabers, continued to strangle the Khitan cavalry that fell behind.

In this battle royale, the Khitan cavalry was able to maintain its formation at first, but as the Fengtian Army continued to approach, the team became increasingly disorganized.

The arrow flew into their formation at an extremely precise angle, causing chaos.

Some Khitan soldiers had their throats or hearts pierced by sharp arrows before they could even react, and fell off their horses without even a cry.

The Fengtian Army's light cavalry locked onto its prey like a hawk. They used small groups to constantly harass the enemy, making it difficult for the Khitan wolf cavalry to regroup or organize an effective counterattack.

Whenever the Khitans tried to turn their horses around and gather into a group, a group of figures would always rush out from an unexpected direction and scatter them again.

In this pursuit, the earth became a big stage for the army to display its command strength.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he constantly directed his men to use the tactics of divide and encircle to break up the Khitan troops, which were gradually losing their fighting spirit, and defeat them one by one.

Those Khitans who tried to escape soon discovered that no matter which direction they ran, a small group of light cavalry would quickly appear and surround and annihilate them.

"Damn it, damn it!" Mo Kunye's eyes were filled with fear. "What's wrong with this group of Daqing cavalry?"

In his opinion, the commander of the Daqing cavalry was too terrifying. He knew more about cavalry combat than himself, a Khitan.

No matter what method he used, the other party seemed to have opened his third eye, like an invisible spider web, trapping him in it, with nowhere to escape.

Mo Kunye was a little overwhelmed. He cursed madly in his heart...cursing himself a few hours ago.

What had gotten into him, to provoke the Ninggu Prince just to curry favor with the Khan?!

No... he should be called Feng Wang. Mo Kunye has already figured out the meaning of the word on the big banner carried by the Daqing cavalry behind him.

I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have provoked this King Feng.

I thought that in this land, other ethnic groups were wolves and the Daqing people were sheep.

But this King Feng is different. He is neither a sheep nor a wolf.

He is a dragon, a baby dragon that has grown claws and scales!

Suddenly, several spears shot out from the reeds nearby!

Mokunye's pupils shrank sharply. Seeing that he could not escape, he quickly jumped off his horse and avoided the fatal attack.

He gasped and tried hard to regulate his breathing, his heart beating like a drum.

He knew that the Fengtian Army would not let him go easily, and if he wanted to escape, he had to take the risk and give up those Khitan wolf riders.

Mokunye dodged and rolled into a pile of rocks with agility and agility.

He felt that no one was paying attention to him. Just when he relaxed a little, he suddenly heard a burst of quick and steady footsteps behind him.

Mokunye looked up.

He was a Fengtian Army soldier, his body covered in blood, his arms hanging limply, and he seemed to have suffered serious injuries.

But he walked with determination, his eyes burning with the fire of revenge.