Peace Order-Chapter 96 - 67 Breakthrough!_2

Night had fallen, and the stars ascended into the sky.

The battle line of Tuyuhun had reached the border of the Southern Dynasty, having prepared its troops and horses for years, just waiting for this moment.

No one had expected that at this very moment, the Seventh Prince of the Turkic quietly appeared upstream of Tuyuhun, the western winds sweeping down, Breaking Army, leaning on his Battle Halberd, grinned, looking toward the direction of the Western Regions, behind him, Iron Futu, known as the King of Heavy Cavalry, mounted his cavalry spear.

The guide, an old man riding a lean horse, trembled in the night wind, and drew close to Breaking Army.

The area where the Turkic resided was highly elevated, but the terrain bordering Tuyuhun was difficult to traverse.

Unfortunately, Breaking Army had exactly stolen the Battle Halberd from the Holy Mountain of Dangxiang people, and then fled through the Western Regions, arriving at the grasslands of the Turkic; he knew this road, and now, this road would become the reason for fleeing through the Western Regions.

Riding exotic beasts, both men and horses wore heavy armor, the knights all Martial Artists of the second realm.

They were centurions of the grassland.

Elite, heavy armor, exotic beast mounts.

Eventually transforming into a steel giant, weighing ten thousand pounds, forming a battle formation when charging, the ten thousand pound beasts rushed forward at high speeds, their hooves shaking the earth, capable of piercing city gates, reigning supreme on the battlefield for the past three hundred years, truly the King of Equipped Heavy Cavalry.

Until twenty-two years ago, when General Zhou of Chen Country had bloodily combatted with his Hooked Scythe Spear, breaking the heavy cavalry and defeating the Turkic, dimming the King of Heavy Cavalry slightly as the Central Plains people openly demonstrated their ferocity and bravery, causing the Turkic to retreat.

Following that, the Great General returned along the Jiangnan route to Capital City, exceptional in style, but, unfortunately, fifteen years ago, when Prince Puyang rebelled, this General who stabilized the nation had already died early due to an internal injury from killing that time’s main general of Iron Futu.

Otherwise, if this tiger who had roared across battlefields for decades were still alive, there would be no Regent King issue in Chen Country; unfortunately, history is merciless, all heroes and beauties rarely meet peaceful ends, Breaking Army licked his tongue, looking toward the distant Western Regions.

Today’s wind carried a scent of blood.

He raised his Battle Halberd, on which hung a banner, the banner not bearing names or patterns, but only stars, as if the White Tiger Seven Stars that now rose in the west, this banner passed down generationally, even paralleling the Seventh Prince’s battle flag.

Breaking Army cracked a smile, his hand grasping, lightly tapping his chest.

Behind him was the White Tiger Seven Stars that had risen in the sky.

He thought.

Monarch, this is my first battle to make your name known.

The old guide, feeling the intense Military School aura, quivered and said, "You holding up another person’s banner, aren’t you afraid the Seventh Prince of Turkic won’t allow you to return?"

Breaking Army looked at him.

The old man hesitated, then lowered his voice and said, "Turkic people are greedy, the more heroic among them, the more they want to keep everything close, your display of strategy, if you can’t conquer the Western Regions, he will kill you, but if you succeed, he will certainly use gold and beauties to win you over."

"If you still want to leave, he will still kill you, have you boiled in a pot."

"Even burn you, just to prevent you from returning to the Central Plains."

Breaking Army looked at the guide and laughed:

"No worries, I naturally have a way to make him obediently send me back."

"If I couldn’t even do that, I would not be worthy of being called Breaking Army."

"At nightfall, let’s descend and slaughter without bringing provisions, using the cattle and sheep of Tuyuhun people as supplies, plundering their lands..."

He said, "I am not skilled in personal combat, as it’s too inefficient."

"The battlefield, the battlefield is my true destination, letting heroes kill heroes, and bravos kill bravos, the flames of chaotic times will naturally give rise to the largest hero, capable of suppressing the world, at which time there can be true peace."

"The ideals of Shaking Light are too naive, this era’s peace can only be forged within blades and spears, before that, we are all blood-stained thugs."

Iron Futu moved, these killing machines charged towards Tuyuhun’s tribes, the heavy iron spears, imbued with Inner Qi, tearing through walls and posts, piercing everything that dared resist, then flinging it aloft, the scent of blood rich, the old man trembled, watching the handsome strategist deeply inhale, his face a mask of rapture.

Then suddenly, he yelled out.

This calm, intelligent strategist pulled up a nearby long spear.

And unexpectedly joined the battlefield.

The old guide stared, dumbstruck, and whipped his horse, saying, "You..., you, you said you weren’t skilled in personal combat?"

Breaking Army responded: "I’m not skilled."

"But I really enjoy it."

"Which strategist doesn’t want to join in their own plans? How can I let those Martial Artists take all the glory, my lack of skill in personal combat and my dislike for it, are totally different things, hahaha."

He laughed heartily, solemnly in the midst of the battle formation:

"The Monarch of Xichen, Lord of Warfare."

"The ever-constant sky, the origin of Overlords."

Then with the spear in his hand, he pierced a resisting Tuyuhun warrior, the fiery heat in his eyes was the color of blood, like the madman beside the tyrant who burns the world, handing over torches and kerosene.

While the Emperor of Southern Country held a beauty’s slender waist and listened to officials play the qin, the Phoenix of Longxi spread its wings, Tuyuhun had been sharpening its edge for eight years, adamantly targeting Southern Country, the Dangxiang people suppressed their blood feud, and the battle flag of White Tiger Sect, after five hundred years of absence, once again rose under the starry sky.

The iron hooves of Iron Futu shattered the dreams of the Western Regions Dominator.

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