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The little prince was not a rash man, but after a while, he figured out where the joints were.

Afterwards, he sent his men to investigate. He called out dozens of light riders, wielding sabers, and charged into the city. There wasn't any obstruction, and he effortlessly rushed in.

The little prince was so frightened that his jaw almost fell off. He thought that his small group of cavalry soldiers would be killed by arrows from a distance of one hundred zhang away from the door.

No, there might be an explosion, the little prince thought.

After waiting for half an incense stick of time, they saw that the city was in an abnormal state of commotion. The merchants were running about as they scolded and cried out incessantly.

The sound of the zither on the tower was still extremely loud.

The little prince was still worried. He took out a hundred man team and quickly rode towards the Dustsift City.

These people would not think so much. These days, they had lived in the open, and if they did not kill and loot the city, they would simply let themselves down in the bitter days of running around and hiding in the west.

Driving a horse, he rushed into the Windy City. Seeing the two-legged sheep of the Liang Empire, he was full of murderous intent. Just as he was about to swing his blade and slash down, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The soldiers behind the gate stared at them as if they were being watched by some dangerous creature. We are not prey!

In a split-second, they understood that they had been ambushed. Just as they were about to ride their horses out of the city, they reported to the little prince.

The horse's legs tripped on the rope and the horse fell down in a panic. It was the same scene as everywhere else in the city.

In the end, who was the hunter? The eyes of the Turkic cavalry turned black, and they died.

The old ox was moving back and forth in the city, busily ordering the Turkic war horses to be taken away while commanding everyone to clear the battlefield.

Sometimes he also acts as an art director.

"Old Black, this scolding of yours is unprofessional. It does not show the kind of fear and madness one would feel in the face of death."

"Old Zhao, what the hell are you crying about, just scream at the top of your lungs. How about I lend you some coal to smoke your eyes and shed a few tears …"

"You …"

"..."

Outside the city, of course, the little prince was not aware of the ambush within the city. Of course, the sound of the zither above the city gate tower was still as moving as before.

However, the little prince was still worried. This time, they had sent out five hundred cavalry, half of them heavy armored soldiers.

They couldn't make steel in East Turkic, but these heavy armors were all made with high-quality fine iron, and the cost of refining them was huge. A single set of armor cost dozens of silvers, so the little prince treasured it greatly.

Heavy cavalry rode in front, light cavalry at the back, one fast, one slow.

Like the first two, they were full of hope, but they didn't expect death to greet them.

Dying on the battlefield wasn't scary at all. On the contrary, it was the best cemetery for the soldiers.

But once you get into the city, you get pulled off your horse. You know what it's like.

The most important thing is that you were not killed by the enemy, but trampled to death by your own horse in panic.

The heavy armored soldier that fell from the horse was fine. After all, he was wearing a thick armor, but after a long time, his own life would eventually be in danger.

Hiding in the midst of the horses, with their fingers curled around their mouths, was a signal that they used specifically in Eastern Turkic to indicate an ambush.

Just as he was about to blow it, he heard it in his ear, "There's another one hiding here. You think I can't kill you with that turtle shell on!"

The blade split the body in half.

Before he died, the Turkic heavy armored soldier thought to himself, "Big brother, what I am wearing is heavy armor, can you give it some face?"

To tell the truth, before fighting in actual combat, Old Ox was still very nervous about joining the army.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Old Black, but that he was afraid of betraying the young master's trust.

After months of training, the soldiers began to show their abilities.

Although it wasn't the kind of bloody scene where a spear would see blood on the battlefield.

However, the armor worn by the heavy cavalry of the Eastern Turkic Tribe was not something that could be broken in one fell swoop by an ordinary army.

Thinking up to here, the old cow felt that the time was right. After all, the young master had already explained everything to him, and everything was the same as what the young master had said.

He hadn't expected that this Eastern Turkic prince would be so calm. After sending three waves of cavalry, he was willing to give up everything he had. He might be a formidable person in the future, but how could I let you go?

Li Jin from the Wash Garden was lying in his teacher's chair, lazily basking in the sun, carrying the battle situation that Old Bull had sent for him.

After the old cow ordered his subordinates to send the three waves of information to the City Lord's Mansion, an old man followed beside him.

He saw that this old man was wearing an azure and white robe, and his long white eyebrows that were almost drooping to his eyes were trembling. He was smacking his lips, clearing his throat, and even holding a folding fan in his hand.

"Are you sure? "Old mister." The old cow looked at the old man in front of him with a fawning expression.

"Don't worry, for such a big thing, not to mention that the young city lord is our lifesaver, not to mention that the young city lord is doing this to protect the Windy City, this old man will naturally take responsibility for it." The old man looked excited.

Forty years of studying only to this day.

The old bull nodded. He had no doubts about the old man's words.

Outside of the Whistling Wind City, the little prince was watching the beacons rise up in all directions. He was still in the middle of watching the beacons rise up from inside the city when he heard a long whistle.

But without Hada's nod, the little prince still felt uneasy.

The advisor only felt that there was something odd, but he could not explain it clearly. At this moment, the sound of the zither above the city suddenly stopped.

The advisor shook his head.

After giving a look to the little prince, the little prince led the group and rushed towards Gargle City on his horse. After all, he had been delayed for a long time.

Perhaps, at this moment, Li Jun was leading a large group of people here with her eyes shut. He had to hurry.

Second Brother Qin looked down from the top of the Whistling Wind City. He felt as if a cloud of dust was floating in the air, a black mass that sent chills down his spine.

Fortunately, the young master was prepared for this. I, Qin, can make my name known in this battle.

Second Brother Qin wasn't worried at all. Young Master was an immortal, and there was nothing an immortal couldn't do.

There was nothing left for him to do. It was truly boring.

"Hey, do you have peanuts? Bring me a plate, I want to watch a show." Second Brother Qin shouted to his subordinates.

"Second Young Master, didn't Young City Lord say that the restaurants in the city would be closed today?" The subordinate hurriedly explained.

"Oh, if that's the case, then forget it. Oh right, did you take a bath yesterday?" Second Young Master Qin smiled awkwardly.

"Sir, your subordinate took a bath last night." His men were all confused.

"I didn't even have time to take a bath yesterday, and you still dare to do that? I'll kick you to death!" Second Brother Qin kicked his subordinate's butt.

Yes, it was the same thing as Li Jin killing him, kicking people's buttocks at any time.

The subordinate immediately understood. Well, young master, you did it just to give me a kick.