The Turkic grassland stretches vast and boundless, and when the wind rises, the neighing of warhorses can be heard from far, far away.
On the grassland, flags flutter and snap in the wind, the sound of horns echoing across the sky, battle fervor boiling. Warriors clad in bamboo or leather armor, hoofbeats dense like war drums.
Beside the blazing bonfire, elders kneel and pray, while warriors sharpen their blades.
The flames of war between the Turkic and Da Jing are on the brink of eruption.
At this time, although the sun has not completely set, the tent of Ashina Khan is already brightly lit.
Ashina Khan is urgently dispatching and deploying troops in preparation for the impending war.
In the past three months, Da Jing's Beiguan has continuously changed generals, presenting a rare opportunity.
