She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

However, Ping Chuan, who was meticulous, taught Hua Tianyou how to aim and shoot, but hadn’t let him try it out himself.

This place was too close to the area where Zhao Zun and the others were operating; Ping Chuan was afraid that they might accidentally expose their actions.

When Hua Tianyou heard from Ping Chuan that the pistol in his hand was the weapon Han Lei used to save Zhao Zun, his reaction was similar to Ping Chuan’s at that time.

He was both reluctant to let go and overwhelmingly excited.

In Ling’an City, after listening to Xiao Zhengfei boast about the rescue process, he insisted on accompanying Xiao Zhengfei to Yong’an City, wanting to see the legendary mysterious woman with his own eyes.

He had long been filled with curiosity about Han Lei’s mystery, and was especially eager to personally use this magical weapon.

Han Lei put away the motorcycle, took out milk and bread to distribute to them, then instructed them to turn on the night vision goggles on their helmets and turned to lead the way up the mountain path.

Hua Tianyou and Ping Chuan followed closely behind, the three of them cautiously traversing through the night, their footsteps rustling the dry leaves underfoot.

The slope of Niuwei Slope wasn’t high, but the path was seldom tread, with thorns growing thickly on both sides, making it particularly steep and difficult to navigate in the dark.

"Do you think, Zhao Zun, how are they doing now?"

Not long after, Hua Tianyou started panting heavily.

"I don’t know, let’s hope the Prince is managing well." Ping Chuan’s tone was hard to conceal his worry.

Han Lei didn’t speak, just lowered her head to watch the path, silently quickening her pace.

Where Zhao Zun and the others were ambushing on Niuwei Slope, no one knew.

What the situation was like over there, also unknown.

Therefore, every moment was crucial at this point.

They had to quickly climb to the top, find Zhao Zun and the others, and understand the situation ahead to make the appropriate tactics.

Niuwei Slope, behind the mountain.

Under the night sky, the Turkic cavalry who arrived first had already set up camp in the open space; the bonfires roared, the aroma of roasting meat intertwined with smoke, filling the air, but also mixed with a hard-to-describe scent of cow dung, making one involuntarily frown.

The rear troops of the Turkic forces gradually arrived, the sound of hooves, people’s chatter, and the clashing weapons merged into a cacophony.

The Turkic army gathered gradually, the crowd surged. Zhao Zun and the Vanguard Camp brothers concealed themselves behind the bushes, eyes sharp, watching intently at the Turkic people’s movements.

"Prince, they seem to be completely exhausted."

Hidden beside Zhao Zun, Ma Cheng whispered, a gleam of eagerness in his eyes.

Zhao Zun nodded slightly, his gaze still steady.

"Don’t be reckless, the Turkic people aren’t fools either, we must ensure perfection."

In the distance, the Turkic people sat around the bonfire, gulping down water from their pouches as they devoured roast meat.

After a day of marching, their faces were etched with fatigue.

Only half a cup of tea later, the bonfire gradually extinguished, and the Turkic people who had eaten their fill drank some water and entered the tents to rest; some were even too lazy to get up, directly lying down all over the place to sleep.

Zhao Zun and the others waited for a while longer, until the Turkic camp was completely silent, with only occasional soft snoring heard.

He slowly stood up, raised his arm high, and then swung it down hard.

"Move!" Zhao Zun whispered sharply.

Immediately, the Vanguard Camp brothers began following their assignments, each one springing into action.

Some stayed in place, responsible for covering.

A hundred-person squad, under the cover of darkness, stealthily circled to directly attack the Turkic camp’s rear supply convoy.

The squad led by Ma Cheng quickly dispersed, moving silently like specters in the night, approaching the Turkic camp without a sound.

Zhao Zun, meanwhile, led the trusted aide team directly towards the tent of the Turkic army leader Alpi.

According to Zhao Zun’s orders, he was in charge of dealing with the Turkic army’s leader, the trusted aide team and Ma Cheng’s hundred-strong squad deployed fan-like behind Zhao Zun, eliminating sleeping Turkic soldiers they passed to ensure the retreat path was clear.

Originally, they could have burned the supplies and retreated, but considering to capture the Turkic leader first, once they burn the supplies, this battle for the Turkic side would be doomed.

Zhao Zun’s plan was crude; the Turkic had to either reallocate supplies or retreat directly.

With the supplies burned, at this season on the Turkic Grassland, the fields were barren, reallocating supplies would be challenging enough. If they lost their commander too, they could only retreat.

Therefore, Zhao Zun made a last-minute decision, gambling to make the bold move to sneak attack the Turkic leader.

Zhao Zun’s eyes were cold, like stars in the frigid night, sparkling with wisdom.