She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

Under the firelight, the bodies of the two closed in mid-air. Just as their sword and saber were about to collide fiercely, suddenly, there was a sound of "break."

Alpi’s strong body trembled in the air, his ferocious face suddenly frozen in expression.

Immediately, his tall figure seemed to lose its motive force unexpectedly and plummeted vertically to the ground from mid-air.

With a muffled "bang," a cloud of dust rose around.

Zhao Zun’s fiery eyes narrowed; the sword he had swung fell into emptiness, and he followed suit with a spin to land.

Zhao Zun didn’t react right away, looking down at Alpi, who lay dead on the ground with eyes wide open.

Alpi’s face was full of astonishment and confusion, and a large hole had appeared in the iron armor on his chest, with blood gushing out.

"General!"

"General!"

"Avenge the General!"

Alpi’s nearby trusted aides saw this and began shouting in Turkic while fighting ferociously.

Their faces were filled with terror and panic, as if they’d lost their backbone.

As soon as their movements hesitated, the casualties on their side suddenly increased.

In an instant, many Turkic trusted aides and soldiers fell within a ten-plus meter radius.

Xiao Zhengfei finished off the enemy soldiers he was dealing with, glanced at the deceased Alpi, and shouted aloud.

"Prince, retreat quickly!"

Even though there were still many Turkic soldiers charging this way from afar, they had cleared a path of retreat earlier, leaving a large gap where they could safely escape.

Now that Alpi was dead, their mission was completed, and they needed to retreat promptly.

Zhao Zun didn’t move; he was still furious at Alpi for insulting Ma Cheng’s corpse.

Every warrior fights for their country, shedding blood and sweat. Even against enemy troops, he always showed respect for opponents and would never desecrate a corpse.

Yet, that beast Alpi did exactly that!

Zhao Zun gritted his teeth furiously, kicked Alpi’s body, flipping him over. Alpi had been lying face up; now he lay face down in the dirt.

Zhao Zun also wanted to stomp on Alpi’s head. He had just lifted his foot when his brows twitched sharply.

Zhao Zun squatted slowly with creased brows, reaching towards Alpi’s back.

There was also a dark round hole on Alpi’s back, much smaller than the one on his chest.

This showed that the weapon that attacked Alpi shot from his back and exited his chest, piercing straight through his body, twisting his flesh with its spin.

The only weapon he’d seen capable of causing such remote damage was from Han Lei. Alpi died in the same manner as the Turkic soldiers who ambushed him last time.

Han Lei!

It was Han Lei who did this!

Zhao Zun’s eyes lit up, a delighted curve forming at the corner of his mouth. He raised his gaze quickly to survey the surroundings but didn’t spot Han Lei.

"Prince, go quickly!"

Seeing Zhao Zun still squatting and looking around, Xiao Zhengfei yelled urgently again while fending off the Turkic soldiers surging like a wave.

At this moment, a fire erupted at the rear of the Turkic camp, illuminating half the sky. Soon, chaotic sounds of cattle and sheep came from afar.

Zhao Zun looked up, his heart filled with joy, instead feeling even less panic.

Since the Turkic expedition included cattle and sheep as their main supplies, the supply troops and laborers drove them behind the battlefront.

Given the sounds of cattle and sheep, it definitely meant that brothers from the Vanguard Camp succeeded in burning the supplies!

Zhao Zun immediately stomped on Albu’s head, shouting in broken Turkic.

"General is dead! General is dead!"

Zhao Zun’s shout indeed caused turmoil among the troops.

The fire started on one end of the camp, and news of the main general’s death spread on the other, throwing the Turkic army into chaos.

The fierce fire burned brazenly in the night sky, lighting the Turkic camp as if it were day, casting its light on the panic-stricken faces of the two hundred thousand Turkic soldiers.

Some Turkic soldiers, under orders from small officers, rushed toward the supplies in an attempt to salvage as much as possible from the fire.

Because this was the army’s rations, their hope.

Those without commands, having lost their backbone, scattered like headless flies.

From a bird’s eye view, it’s clear that the Turkic army was in disarray. Soldiers darted with weapons, cavalry galloped their warhorses inside the camp, utterly disordered.

As the Turkic army descended into chaos, the pressure eased for Xiao Zhengfei and his comrades. Some charging Turkic soldiers lost their morale and even abandoned weapons midway to seek escape routes.

Zhao Zun withdrew his gaze, coldly eyeing Alpi’s corpse, raising the sword in his hand.

In a flash, Zhao Zun’s hand moved; a slash of sword light passed, and Alpi’s body separated into head and torso, warm blood gushing from his neck.

Then, Zhao Zun’s toe gently flicked, tossing Alpi’s wide-eyed head from the grass, trailing droplets of blood.