as gained recognition and respect, being approached by someone without realizing it shows that the other party surpasses me in skill by far."Who are you!"The scout's face darkened, glaring at the two...Chapter 1638: Plan Successful

As the rain of arrows began, dozens of Qin soldiers emerged from the snowdrifts atop the nearby hills. In their hands, they carried large cauldrons filled with boiling tung oil.

At the command, tung oil poured down, instantly flowing along the slope into the Liao army's camp.

At this moment, fire rained down from the sky.

When Mars came into contact with tung oil, in the blink of an eye, a sea of fire spread endlessly.

Amidst the inferno, screams of humans and neighs of warhorses echoed everywhere.

Animals, especially livestock, are most afraid of fire. Even well-trained warhorses, faced with such a sea of flames, were driven to their primal instinct for survival. The horses leaped frantically, desperate to escape the inferno. This chain reaction threw their riders off their backs, sending them crashing to the ground. Then, countless hooves came crashing down upon them.

Instantly, the Liao army's camp transformed into a living hell.

What's more, even more Qin troops surged out from the hillsides on both sides, brandishing weapons and roaring as they charged down the slope. They seized the fleeing Liao army and hacked at them savagely.

But in just half a cup of tea's time, the entire Liao army was routed.

Huyan Zhuo's teeth gritted, as if about to crack.

"What's going on! Where did the Qin army come from!"

Huyan Zhuo roared in fury, but before he could finish his roar, his body suddenly shuddered. He widened his eyes in disbelief and looked down at the sharp dagger protruding from his chest.

That dagger was still smeared with viscous blood.

Hu Yan Zhuo Lie knew, that was the blood in his own heart.

His heart was pierced in an instant, yet he still lived. He lurched forward, escaping the blade's tip, and then, with a hole through his chest and back, Hu Yan Zhuo turned around.

He was bleeding profusely, sensing that he was dying. But still, he wanted to know who had killed him.

Turning around, he saw Zhao Tailei with a calm expression... holding a blood-dripping dagger.

"It's you!"

Hu Yan Zhuo's throat felt like it was filled with fire. He wanted to roar, to order Zhao Tai's immediate execution, but all that came out was a raspy whisper. Blood flowed from his lips as if it had no value, and even uttering those two words took every ounce of strength he had left.

Zhao Tailai smiled faintly and said, "It's me."

"You... how dare you!"

Hu Yanzu's breath came in ragged gasps, desperate to gather his strength and seize Zhao Tai. But his shattered heart, broken beyond repair, could no longer sustain him. No amount of conviction could overcome the inevitable pull of fading life.

His massive body shook, and Huyan Zhelie staggered backwards, falling to the ground and sending up a flurry of snow dust.

Until his death, Huyan Zhuo never understood where Zhao Tai got the courage to betray the Liao army.

Seeing Hu Yanzuo fall to the ground, lifeless, Zhao Tai raised his hand to wipe the blood off the dagger and looked at Su Pingbei who was leading his troops charging forward, a smile appeared on his face.

Su Pingbei watched Zhao Tailai's departing figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He didn't expect this mission to go so smoothly.

Now that the Liao army has been completely routed, and with Huhanyan Zhao's death leaving them leaderless, their fate is to be reaped by me.

And all of this was brought by Zhao Tailai.

Zhao Taile walked before Su Pingbei and whispered, "Congratulations, General. A great feat has been accomplished, easily obtained."

Suping glanced at Zhao Tailai and said in a deep voice, “Zhao Tailai, from today onwards, I must say I’m truly impressed by you.”

"People change."

Zhao Tailai let out a light chuckle, turning his head to look at the horrific scene of carnage. It was a one-sided massacre with the Qin army completely dominating. But his gaze lingered heavily on the mountains of accumulated supplies.Chapter 1323: Mission