Just as the Wolf-faced Prince was about to lead his subordinates to retreat from the battlefield, the figure in white stood on the mound, facing the wind filled with a strong scent of blood, quietly watching the chaotic scene ahead and raised a hand.
"Stop them!"
"Yes!"
With this order, the soldiers behind him, who had long been eager for a fierce fight, immediately became intent on killing. They roared as they charged down the mound, accompanied by a thunderous sound of hooves, directly plunging into the Western Turks' ranks.
Although the Western Turkic soldiers were brave, they had already gone through a fierce battle. Even if it was nearly a crushing victory, their physical strength was greatly depleted.
