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Panic-stricken cries finally rang out within the Daqian camp. The soldiers on night watch, as if waking from a dream, frantically grabbed their weapons, attempting to organize an effective resistance. However, it was all too late.

The Northern Desert Cavalry were incredibly fast! Like a pack of hungry wolves that had caught the scent of blood, they breached the makeshift fence surrounding the camp in the blink of an eye.

The sharp scimitars slashed through the darkness, leaving deadly streaks of light. Accompanied by screams and splattering blood, countless "laborers" and "soldiers" still asleep were instantly cut down.

Seeing this, Hu Yanzhuo revealed a cruel and triumphant smile. Everything was just as he had predicted—utterly vulnerable!

"Burn! Burn all the grain carts for me!" he shouted.

Immediately, soldiers from the northern deserts rushed towards the haphazardly parked wagons, carrying torches, and hurled the burning torches at them.

However, a strange thing happened. The "grain carts" covered with thick tarpaulins did not burst into flames as expected after being lit with torches. Instead, they only emitted puffs of choking black smoke, and the flames quickly went out.

"What's going on?!" Hu Yanzhuo was startled, and an ominous premonition instantly enveloped his heart.

Just then, from the command tent in the center of the camp, which had been silent all along, a loud and energetic shout suddenly rang out: "You bastards from the Northern Desert! Your Grandpa Li has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Before he could finish speaking, the curtain of the command tent was suddenly torn open, and Li Dazhuang's burly figure appeared in the doorway.

The ring-pommel sword in his hand gleamed with a terrifyingly cold light in the firelight.

"Brothers! Kill them all!"

With his command, the "Daqian soldiers" who were originally scattered and in chaos instantly changed their appearance!

The five hundred soldiers, disguised as elite cavalry, magically produced warhorses from their hiding places, mounted them, and quickly formed a tight wedge formation.

The remaining veterans of the supply battalion immediately used the grain carts as cover, forming more than a dozen sturdy circular formations. Their gleaming spears pierced through the gaps in the wheels, creating a barrier of steel.

"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!" At this moment, Hu Yanzhuo finally realized he had fallen into one! His face turned deathly pale, filled with shock and rage, and he screamed, "Retreat! Retreat now! The entire army retreats!"

However, it's too late to back out now.

The instant he uttered his command, three dazzling red signal rockets simultaneously rose into the eastern and western skies, leaving long trails of flame in the dark night sky, like invitations from the Grim Reaper.

"Boom! Rumble—!"

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted from the direction of the valley they had come from! Dozens of "thunderbolt bombs" were detonated simultaneously, and the violent explosion sent earth and rocks flying through the narrow valley, instantly creating an insurmountable barrier that completely blocked their retreat!

"kill--!"

The battle cries were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, rising simultaneously from the east and west!

In the dense forest to the east, Zhao Polu personally led five thousand elite cavalrymen, like tigers descending the mountain, swooping down from the high slope!

Man and horse became one, their hooves thundering as they pounded the ground, their sabers flashing white in the dawn light, and with unparalleled momentum, they crashed into the flank of the Northern Desert army!

Behind the rocky slope to the west, Li Gan and his five thousand elite guards appeared like ghosts!

They silently circled around to the rear of the Northern Desert army, drew their bows and unleashed a dense rain of arrows like dark clouds, covering the sky and instantly causing hundreds and thousands of Northern Desert cavalrymen to fall from their horses with screams of agony!

"Ambush! We're surrounded!"

"It's the Valiant Cavalry and the Tiger Guard! The elite of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

The northern desert army was thrown into chaos instantly. They had come as hunters to launch a surprise attack, but in a flash, they became prey surrounded on three sides. In front, Li Dazhuang's "bait" troops were holding them off, behind, the Shenji Battalion's explosions blocked their retreat, and on both flanks, they suffered devastating blows from the most elite cavalry of the Great Qian Dynasty!

Hu Yanzhuo felt a sudden dizziness, and his hands and feet turned ice-cold. He knew he was finished.

He made a fatal mistake, and he was about to lead these ten thousand of the bravest warriors of the northern desert to their deaths in this deathly place called Eagle's Beak Cliff.

"Your Highness! Break through the encirclement quickly! We'll protect you and help you get out!" Several loyal guards rushed over and shouted anxiously.

A flicker of despair crossed Hu Yanzhuo's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a frenzied ruthlessness. He roared, "Charge? Where to? We have no way out! Hear my command! All troops to the east! Concentrate all forces and tear open Zhao Polu's defenses! Kill as many as you can! Kill!"

Having said that, he took the lead, brandishing his scimitar and leading his last personal guards, like a desperate arrow, fiercely piercing into the formation of the elite cavalry.

Zhao Polu had already set his sights on Huyan Zhuo's royal banner. He sneered and shouted, "Well done! All troops, listen to my command! Form a circular formation! Surround this old scoundrel and kill him here! Whoever takes Huyan Zhuo's head will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and promoted three ranks!"

Two of the most elite cavalry units engaged in the most primitive and bloody hand-to-hand combat in the narrow valley!

Swords clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The mournful neighing of warhorses, the screams of soldiers, and the clanging of weapons blended into a tragic symphony of death.

The soldiers of the elite cavalry were well-trained and coordinated. They formed small circular formations, relying on each other like reefs, constantly wearing down and dividing the attacks of the northern cavalry.

Although the northern cavalry were brave, they were surrounded and their morale collapsed. They had long since lost their order and were fighting individually, and soon they were slaughtered.

After several rounds of saturation attacks with bows and arrows, Li Gan's Tiger Guards also drew their sabers and joined the battle from the rear, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope for the Northern Desert Army.

Standing on a high slope in the distance, Lin Zhen, who witnessed all of this, remained calm and composed. Beside him, Zheng Jiao was flushed with excitement, his fists clenched tightly.

"Your Highness! We've won! We've won!" Zheng Jiao's voice trembled slightly.

"Not yet," Lin Zhen said calmly, his gaze still fixed on the center of the battlefield. "Hu Yanzhuo is not dead, so the battle is not over. Pass down the order: do not linger in the fighting; annihilate the enemy with minimal losses!"

On the battlefield, Hu Yanzhuo was in a bloodthirsty frenzy. He was covered in blood, whether from the enemy or himself, it was hard to tell. Few of his personal guards remained, but he still swung his scimitar like a wounded lone wolf, cutting down one Daqian soldier after another who charged at him.

"Zhao Polu! Come out here! Do you dare to fight me to the death?" he roared hoarsely.

"What wouldn't I dare!" Zhao Polu pushed through the crowd and spurred his horse forward. His heavy longsword drew a chilling arc in the air. "Huyan Zhuo, you treacherous old thief, today is your death day!"

The two generals suddenly met amidst the vast army!