On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Eastern Front.

Zheng Jiao's 50,000-strong main force of the Great Qian and Wu Wei's main force of the Northern Desert have been locked in a stalemate for nearly ten days.

During these ten days, Zheng Jiao brought his "acting skills" to the extreme.

He commanded his army to launch daily, high-profile challenges to the northern desert army's camps, but each time it was all bark and no bite.

As soon as the vanguard of the two armies made contact and suffered some losses, he immediately ordered a retreat, displaying an anxious appearance of being eager for victory but lacking the strength to win.

He also deliberately spread rumors that the rear was short of supplies and that there had even been a small-scale mutiny in the army, which he forcibly suppressed.

All of this was relayed to Uvi's ears by his spies in the northern desert, word for word.

Uwe and his generals initially had doubts.

But as time went on, watching Zheng Jiao's daily "clumsy performances" become increasingly predictable, they gradually lowered their guard.

"It seems that Lin Zhen was really fooled by Attila's surprise attack plan."

Uvi sat in the royal tent, stroking his beard, and said smugly to his advisor Ashinad beside him,

"He transferred all his elite troops to the western front, leaving only that old scoundrel Zheng Jiao and a bunch of rabble to bluff on the eastern front. He never dreamed that Attila's Golden Wolf Cavalry would be drinking and reveling on the walls of Yanran City right now!"

Ashina also smiled and said, "The Great Khan is wise. Once Prince Attila takes Yanran and cuts off the Southern Army's retreat, these hundreds of thousands of Daqian troops will become turtles in a jar for us! At that time, Zheng Jiao's 50,000 men will be nothing more than an appetizer."

"Hahahaha!" Uvi burst into hearty laughter. "Pass on my orders! The entire army shall rest and recuperate! Wait three more days! Once Attila's report of victory arrives, we will launch a pincer attack and swallow Zheng Jiao's 50,000 men whole! Then, we will advance south and march straight for Chang'an!"

"Yes!" the generals roared in response, their faces revealing greedy and excited expressions.

They could almost see themselves riding tall horses, charging into the bustling city of Chang'an, and wantonly burning, killing, and looting.

However, what they received was not good news.

Instead, it was bad news from hell.

The third day, at dusk.

When a survivor of the Golden Wolf Riders, covered in blood like a ghost, rushed into the royal tent and recounted in a trembling voice the hellish scene of the "One Line Sky" canyon and the news of Attila's beheading, the entire royal tent instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Uwe's smile froze.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.

"You...what did you say?" His voice was dry, as if it had been sanded. "Attila...is dead? Fifteen thousand gold wolf riders...wiped out?!"

"Yes...yes, Great Khan..." The survivor trembled with fear, speaking incoherently, "It was Lin Zhen...it was that devil Lin Zhen! He saw through our plan long ago! He set up an ambush at 'One Line Sky'! Fire attack, rolling stones, poisoned arrows...Brothers...brothers are all dead! Prince Attila...he had his head chopped off by Lin Zhen himself!"

"No...impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Uvi suddenly stood up, like a mad tiger, and grabbed the survivor by the collar. "You're lying! You're undermining morale! Men! Drag him out and behead him!"

However, no generals were mobilized.

Everyone's face was filled with the same shock, fear, and disbelief as Uvi's.

Ashina De's face turned ashen.

He knew it was over.

Their supposedly foolproof plan to eliminate their family line was seen through by Lin Zhen from the very beginning.

They weren't the hunters; they were the foolish prey who walked step by step into the trap.

Just as Uvi was in a state of mental turmoil and the entire command center in northern Mongolia was on the verge of collapse.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, the deafening sound of war drums rang out from the direction of the Daqian army's camp!

"What's going on?!" Uvi looked out of the tent in horror.

A general stumbled in, his face filled with terror: "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! The Southern Army... the Southern Army has launched a full-scale attack!"

"what?!"

Uvi ran outside the tent and climbed onto the lookout tower.

On the distant horizon, the Daqian army, which had been "shrinking back" all along, now charged towards their camp like tigers released from their cages, splitting into three routes: left, center, and right.

At the very front of the army formation, Zheng Jiao's banner, bearing the inscription "Grand Marshal of the Northern Expedition," fluttered in the wind!

The two fearsome battle flags of the Valiant Cavalry and the Tiger Guard were like two sharpest knives, fiercely piercing the flanks of their camp!

That indomitable spirit, determined to crush them, showed no trace of the previous "fatigue" and "anxiety".

"We've fallen into their trap...we've fallen into their trap..." Uvi muttered to himself, feeling a sudden dizziness and his hands and feet turning cold.

He now realized that Zheng Jiao's "clumsy performance" over the past ten days was not an attempt to win, but rather a way to lull him into a false sense of security and buy him time!

Buy time and wait for Lin Zhen to be on the western front, then take care of his most elite aces!

"Retreat! Retreat now! The entire army retreats north!" Uvi roared in despair.

However, it's too late.

The Daqian army's offensive came too fast and too fiercely!

Zheng Jiao, this veteran general, unleashed all the pent-up frustration and anger he had accumulated over the past ten days at this moment!

"Brothers! The time has come to serve our country! His Highness the Prince is already on the western front, cutting off the wolves' claws for us! Now, it's our turn to smash their heads! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The 50,000 soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty roared with deafening fury. Like tigers descending from the mountains, they charged into the already demoralized northern army, which was thrown into chaos by the bad news, and unleashed a swift and exhilarating massacre!

The army in the northern desert suffered a crushing defeat.

They threw down their weapons, turned their horses around, and fled north in a desperate attempt to escape.

However, behind them, the iron cavalry of the Valiant Cavalry and the Tiger Guard, like two black lightning bolts, relentlessly pursued them, constantly reaping their lives.

The entire battlefield turned into a one-sided chase and massacre.

Uvi watched as his army, which he had painstakingly built up over decades, crumbled into pieces. His heart was breaking, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty! Go quickly! As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild!" Several of his last guards cried out, desperately protecting him.

Uwe was not willing to accept this!

Is his decades-long ambition and empire going to be destroyed in an instant?

He is not willing!

Just when he was in despair, he suddenly saw a dragon flag bearing the words "Regent Prince" flying towards him at an incredible speed amidst the pursuing Daqian army!

Beneath the banner, a young general clad in silver armor and wielding a long sword charged ahead, unstoppable!

It’s Lin Zhen!

He had actually rushed back to the Eastern Front from the Western Front!

Upon seeing that demon-like figure, Uvi's eyes were instantly filled with endless hatred and madness!

"Lin Zhen!"

He roared, turned his horse around, and instead of retreating, charged forward towards Lin Zhen!

"Even if I die, I will drag you, you little brat, down to hell with me!"