Chapter 738: Use Moheduo

On the cliff above Evil Wolf Valley, the cold wind lifted the dark battle robes of the Turkic soldiers.

Qibi Ge Leng braced a huge saber with both hands, watching the chaotic Rouran enemy forces below as they fled in disarray.

He paced back and forth excitedly, his copper‑bell‑like eyes shining with blood‑thirsty red light.

"Crown Prince, you see they're in a mess, they can't even form a formation!"

Qibi Ge Leng walked to Moheduo's side, Dankui Guidi loudly demanding battle.

"Allow me to lead twenty thousand brothers to flank from both sides and charge into melee; I guarantee I'll chop Yunhe Ti's dog head off for you to kick today!"

Zhishi Sili also drew the curved knife at his waist, echoing the sentiment.

"Indeed, Crown Prince, we must not miss this chance to beat a drowning dog; once we annihilate them, the Rouran will be finished!"

Moheduo's gaze was as cold as a pool; he stood on the cliff edge, looking down at the tragic scene in the valley.

His face showed not the ecstatic joy of imminent victory, but a deep, inscrutable solemnity.

Moheduo raised his right hand directly, making an extremely decisive stop gesture, issuing an abnormal order.

"All troops cease fire immediately, take all supplies and withdraw from the high ground via the secret passage; no one may linger in battle!"

When the order was given, the Turkic archers on the cliff who were launching arrows were all stunned.

Qibi Ge Leng widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Crown Prince, why is this? We still have plenty of Feather Arrows in our quivers; cutting them down would be easy!"

Qibi Ge Leng pounded his thigh anxiously.

"This is our chance to decide the fate of the world; letting Yunhe Ti go is like releasing a tiger back to the mountain!"

Moheduo sneered, kicking a fragment of rock off the cliff with his foot.

"Are you blind? Can't you see the look in those Rouran people's eyes below?"

Moheduo pointed at the Rouran warriors at the valley bottom, whose formations were chaotic yet instinctively formed a defensive death formation.

"A cornered beast still fights; a starved camel is larger than a horse. They are now desperate, reckless mad dogs!"

Moheduo turned, his hawk‑like eyes fixed on his two generals, conducting a tactical analysis.

"If we charge down to melee with tens of thousands of mad wild dogs, even a win would be a pyrrhic victory; the Turkic elite cannot endure such attrition."

Zhishi Sili, unwilling, hammered a nearby rock, producing a dull thud.

"But we burned their Royal Court; this hatred cannot be shared, and they will sooner or later seek revenge!"

Moheduo clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze crossing Evil Wolf Valley toward the distant south, a cold, calculating smile curling his mouth.

"Don't forget who our true enemy is; the one pulling the strings behind the scenes wants us to fight to the death."

In his heart, Moheduo coldly confronted the Great Zhou minister far away in Xiazhou.

"Chen Yan, you gave me top‑secret intelligence, deliberately calculating the Rouran Main Force's reinforcement time, just to make me a cannon fodder that consumes the Rouran."

Moheduo's gaze gradually turned Dark Hawk.

"You want to use my hand to spill Rouran blood, let Turkic boys shield Great Zhou for you, and then you step out to reap the fisherman's profit— you're dreaming!"

Moheduo turned, strode toward his warhorse, vaulted onto it and took the Horse Whip handed by the Personal Guard.

"I will keep Yunhe Ti, this enraged tiger, so he can bite Great Zhou's border with his remaining strength."

Moheduo tightened the reins; the horse's hooves kicked uneasily against the rocks.

"I will deny the Central Plains peace as well; issue the order to retreat immediately, taking all plundered wealth and women!"

The Turkic army displayed astonishing discipline.

Although the commanders were full of bewilderment, the tens of thousands of troops still withdrew from the high ground swiftly like a black tide.

They left without a trace, vanishing into the vast night carrying the massive wealth looted from the Royal Court.

The sound of bowstrings on the cliff top vanished instantly, leaving only the desperate wails of Rouran remnants struggling in blood pools across Evil Wolf Valley.

At the gorge's bottom, Yunhe Ti, under the life‑risking cover of Qiu Sheng Tou and Ba Dou, stepped on his comrades' corpses and finally staggered out of the ambush.

A cold night wind blew, stirring a pungent scent of blood.

Yunhe Ti turned his head, looking at the mountain‑high pile of Rouran warriors' corpses at the gorge mouth, his chest surging with blood.

Those warriors who once marched with him across the lands are now fragments of flesh in the rotten mud.

He felt a sweet sensation in his throat.

A mouthful of dark‑red Reverse Blood splashed onto his mane, and he swayed, nearly falling from his warhorse.

"Great Khan, be careful!"

Qiu Sheng Tou, quick‑eyed and swift‑handed, steadied the teetering Yunhe Ti from beside.

Ba Dou knelt on the mud‑soaked sand, weeping and wailing, furiously pounding the ground with both fists to vent his frustration.

"Great Khan, we can't catch up; those warhorses are all exhausted and can't even stand steady."

Ba Dou pointed at the warhorses behind, struggling to stand and constantly gasping.

"We didn't even get a hair of the Turkic, yet we wasted thousands of our finest brothers in this gorge!"

A harrowing wail spread among the Rouran remnants, all pride shattered completely in this battle.

Yunhe Ti clutched the broken half of an arrow's feathered tail, unable to attend to the fresh blood still gushing from his thigh wound.

Due to massive blood loss, his complexion turned as pale as paper.

Yet his wolf‑like gaze pierced the darkness, fixed on the direction of the Turkic Jinshan Tribe, his eyes filled with relentless, vengeful poison.

"What a cunning, ruthless Moheduo; you lack the courage to descend for a decisive battle, and this blood debt the Great Khan records fully!"

Supported by his personal guards, Yunhe Ti managed to sit upright, and with a hoarse, cracked voice he issued a recuperation order to the whole army.

"Send the order: gather the remnants on site, dispatch teams to cremate and remove the corpses at the gorge mouth, and have the entire army return to clear the Royal Court ruins."

He forcefully drove the blood‑stained half‑arrow into the Huangtu beneath his feet, as an irrevocable command.

"This account will not be settled here; the entire army must restore its vitality as soon as possible."

Yunhe Ti bit their lip, fresh blood stained their teeth red.

"Afterwards, this Khan will personally command the army to level Jinshan, using Moheduo's skull as this Khan's wine bowl!"