The war against the Tang Empire had lasted for months. As the Abbey Dean had been chopped down by Ning Que, something had begun to change. Such changes could be accidental, but some of them were inevitable.
On the Xiangwan Plain in the north, thousands from the Tang Army, who were fending off enemies, thought that they were doomed to die when they saw the dust rise from the south. It was the reinforcement they had been waiting for.
The situation suddenly changed. Thousands of the Northern Army Cavalry rushed toward the Golden Palace Army like an avalanche, decapitating countless enemies with their cold blades.
The war was over. The bloody meadow had refracted the sunshine red. Situ Yilan's podao had been broken. She wiped the blood off her face and looked around the battlefield. Even though most of her subordinates had been killed, they finally won the battle.