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The night was deep, the snow had stopped, and the night sky became clearer. Zhang Huan stood at the head of Harlem City with his hands behind his back, staring at the Kias Camp three miles away, while the Thunder Ye Army Camp was stuck in the south of the other end. The bonfire was extinguished, and the drunk Kias soldiers were all asleep. They will leave Harlem City and return to Jianhe tomorrow morning to realize their dream of dominating the grassland. Perhaps Sudaro was having this beautiful dream at this time.

At this time, Wang Siyu quietly came to Zhang Huan and whispered: "Your Majesty, the time is here, please leave quickly."

"No," Zhang Huan refused flatly, "I have to see the action begin before leaving."

"Okay!" Wang Siyu waved his hand helplessly back and ordered: "Send a signal."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rocket soared into the sky and crossed the heavy night sky. The bright light was clearly visible for dozens of miles. As the rocket slowly fell, overwhelming cavalry suddenly appeared on both sides of the Kias camp, with more than 100,000 people. They were as powerful as the turbulent sea, and the sound of horse hooves was almost overturning the earthquake. Before the Kias people could react, more than 100,000 Tang troops rushed into the camp that stretched for several miles like the wind and the killing sounded completely overwhelmed the screams of the Kias people before their death.
Chapter completed!