there aren't any of the prince's spies around After all, the Dongchang are all the prince's dogs."Under Long Huaiyu's persuasion, Long Tiandé also began to waver. He frowned and said.Long Huaiyu also...Chapter 1792: Cavalry Charge

The more Li Chen sold the mystery, the more Emperor Jiutian's heart itched with curiosity.

But seeing Li Chen deliberately not speak, Huangji Tian, despite his curiosity, could only hold back for now.

During this time, the situation on the battlefield in Suiyang County had changed.

After Su Pingbei exited the gate, the warriors from the Guza tribe who were waiting in the distance, upon a signal from Guzai Yilo, immediately began their movements, flanking and encircling the west gate to meet up with Su Pingbei.

The Guza tribe warriors were indeed valiant in battle, and with the weight of a century-old blood feud fueling their anger, they fought their former comrades with even more savagery than the Qin army.

Since the Guzha tribe's rebellion, Yelü Shenxuan has carried out a bloodbath of all Guzha people within the army through various means, both overt and covert. His methods were so cruel that they are unprecedented in history.

And the news has already been spread throughout the Guza tribe through various channels.

All the warriors of the Guza tribe at this time didn't need to be mobilized at all. Filled with immense hatred, they raised their weapons and charged towards the Liao army.

This fearless bravery immediately threw the Liao army into disarray.

They had never imagined that the humble Ganza tribe, who had always been treated like livestock, would dare to attack their own people. And once they did, they were so ferocious and valiant. What's more, the Ganza tribe was all too familiar with the Liao army's tactics. Caught off guard, the defense of tens of thousands of Liao soldiers under Ximen was ripped open by just a few thousand Ganza warriors.

The emergence of this tactic gave another force, which had long been poised to act, an opportunity.

The Sixteen Cavalry of Yan and Cloud, Iron Pagoda.

The Iron Pagoda, manned by a thousand elite soldiers, is the pinnacle of Yan Yun Sixteen Cavalry's might, their true ace in the hole.

As the commander of this elite force, Wu Yong glared with fierce eyes at his ten thousand soldiers and roared, "My men! Today is the day we stand our ground. The prince has personally ordered us to cooperate with General Su Ping's northern campaign. So let us put aside all other allegiances for now. At this moment, we are merely soldiers, fighting for our nation. Take up your weapons, aim at the Liao army, and show the world that the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun are not a mere legend!"

"Battle!"

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

Ten thousand cavalrymen roared in unison, their steeds whinnying, their weapons already thirsting for battle.

After setting aside their political stances, they will use this battle to vindicate themselves.

As a force of ten thousand elite cavalrymen, possibly the most formidable in the entire Qin Empire, Tie Futu transformed into a black torrent as it surged forward. Upon its emergence, it immediately delivered a crushing blow to the Liao army with its overwhelming might.

Horses thundered, like a galloping bolt of lightning across the land, their pounding hooves shaking the very earth as if it would crumble beneath them. Atop these magnificent steeds rode heavily armed Iron Pagoda warriors, each wielding a cavalry spear and charging forth. Their black armor shimmered with an eerie glow, transforming this ten thousand strong army into a surging black wave, their presence awe-inspiring.

The Liao army immediately organized its forces to intercept the charge of this ten thousand strong.

In a rush, they assembled a force of about 10,000 men and charged headlong towards the Iron Stupa.

Two armies faced each other, one renowned throughout the land, its Liao cavalry having taught the world countless bloody lessons about their unparalleled skill. The other was composed of the most elite cavalry, painstakingly crafted with the full might of the Qin Empire at its disposal.

Their collision was like two arrows, crashing into each other with force.

In the era of cold weapons, no kind of military engagement could match the breathtaking and awe-inspiring spectacle of two cavalry charges.

This is pure brutal aesthetics, a perfect embodiment of the art of war.

It is the true battlefield where men's blood boils over, a peerless stage where blood and war flames simultaneously surge!ts to die, they have no choice but to die. The Prince is my son, destined to inherit my throne. If he wants you dead, why shouldn't you die”This line perfectly showcases the coldness and ruthlessness...