Breaking Army's hands were covered in the wide sleeves typical of the Central Plains, standing outside the royal tent, feeling the vast steppe wind, gazing at the heavens and earth, his brows quiet and serene, he murmured to himself: "The Great Khan has dispatched troops, it should be the most critical moment now..."
The Great Khan's Flying Eagle delivered a message, requesting the Seventh Prince, who was closest to the city of Xiyi, to lead his Iron Futu forward to support and block Prince Qin's rear. Seventh Prince Ashina was seated inside the tent, looking at the letter.
At this time on the steppe, Mu Zhahe was leading his army while the Great Khan was still pursuing Li Guanyi, his eyes reddened. On the papyrus, in a tone of affection the Seventh Prince had never seen before, he was addressed as his good son.
In the end, he placed the command written on marching papyrus into the brazier.
The flames burned fiercely.
Just like the ambition of the Seventh Prince.
