The main camp.
Over three hundred Turkic light cavalry were stationed here.
Firelight flickered, and fierce winds howled through the camp.
The soldiers guarding the camp huddled up, cursing the damned weather.
The wind grew stronger and the snow fell harder, blurring the soldiers' vision more and more.
With weather like this, though, the Great Sui soldiers would surely freeze to death in the snow before they even needed to surround and wipe them out.
The entire Hills lay under a vast blanket of white, and a suffocating chill filled the air.
"Huh? What's that thing?!" a Turkic soldier cried out.
A huge figure emerged from the darkness. A black ox?
"An ox? What's an ox doing here?"
"Probably escaped from someone's home."
Another Turkic soldier said excitedly, "Now we've got something to eat. Roast beef!"
The Turkic soldier licked his lips.
Several men gathered around, about to lead the ox back to slaughter it for meat.
Under the moonlight, a figure descended from the sky.
A gleaming blade flashed like a crescent moon, sweeping over their heads like a gust of wind and landing before them.
In the blink of an eye, three men fell.
"Enemy attack!!"
A roar tore through the silent night.
Everyone started in fright and turned to look.
Nearly a thousand figures resembling wild men leaped out of the dark undergrowth.
They screamed as they charged.
The Turkic soldiers reacted extremely quickly, but the routed soldiers charging at them outnumbered them several times over.
Li Ping'an rode Old Ox, brandishing a large saber.
He hacked wildly in every direction, sending loose stones flying and snapping trees.
The wind from his blade howled with terrifying force.
"Charge!!"
Some men had their weapons knocked flying; others were shaken from their saddles by the force of the charge