Wutai hailed from the strongest tribe, the Tiger Tribe, and was the most ambitious Great Khan in nearly a hundred years.
He was bent on destroying Great Yan as it tottered amid wind and rain, and becoming the Heavenly Khagan.
Yet no one had expected that, in just a few short years, his Royal Court would already lie within reach of Great Yan's cavalry.
Zhao Feng led the Martial Suppression Guard swiftly forward along a gentle slope to the east. Yue Lang drove the vanguard straight into the edge of the wavering battle line, widening the breach into a passage through which the troops behind them could advance.
Xie Qiu and Mu Xingze guarded the two sides of the passage, preventing the line from closing again and keeping Northern Barbarian cavalry attempting to reinforce it from flanking them.
Zhao Feng led the main force in a relentless charge.
Blood and flesh flew all along their path. The entire battlefield was like a meat grinder.
The black tiger-head banner drew ever closer.
Countless barbarian soldiers still stood before the Royal Court's great tent, rapidly forming a defensive line. Their ranks were tighter than those of the Northern Barbarian cavalry at the front, their armor newer, and their movements free of hesitation. They were plainly different from the soldiers who had already fought bitterly on the main battlefield for most of the day.
These were clearly the Barbarian Tribe's finest troops, the Royal Court Guards.
Zhao Feng did not order a headlong assault. He halted the Martial Suppression Guard two hundred paces from the Royal Court and drew their formation into a line of moderate width, shield bearers in front and spearmen behind. They maintained a distance that would neither make the enemy think they could easily break through nor suggest an