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    Dolgor paced back and forth restlessly in the Golden Tent.

    The cavalry led by Kasimov had been chasing Gubat for an entire day, and they had no news so far, which made him very uneasy.

    “Kasimov is too presumptuous. The Great Yu Empire’s cavalry are right to the east. Who does he think he is!” Angel said with dissatisfaction. As the leader of the Golden Tent guards, protecting Dolgor’s safety was his primary duty, but now the Tsarist Russians’ self-willed actions had delayed their plan to go to Saint Petersburg.

    Dolgor stopped in front of Angel, a look of deep resentment flashing in his eyes. Every time the name of the Great Yu Empire was mentioned in his ears, an endless hatred would arise in his heart.

    In his midnight dreams, he had always blamed himself for not following Baishan’s advice to attack the Great Yu Empire sooner, which gave the Great Yu Empire a chance to catch its breath.

    “We can no longer risk it with Kasimov. That fool only wants to please the Queen now, but we carry a deep-seated hatred. Only by safely arriving at Saint Petersburg will we have a chance for revenge in the future.”

    Looking at the setting sun in the west, he said, “Have the tribesmen pack up the baggage. We will travel all night.”

    Angel nodded and turned to leave the Golden Tent. But when he looked up, he suddenly saw a dense group of blurry figures not far away, which immediately made him tense.

    At this moment, he immediately took out his monocular telescope from his waist to look. But with the setting sun, the light was dimming, and he could no longer see the faces of the people approaching. The only thing that was noticeable was that these soldiers were all wearing the unique cylindrical high hats of the Cossack cavalry.

    Seeing this attire, Angel felt relieved. He said to Dolgor, who was inside the Golden Tent, “Khan, Kasimov has returned.”

    Dolgor was overjoyed when he heard this. He came out of the Golden Tent and looked to the east. Indeed, a sizable cavalry force was coming towards them. From their attire, one could see that they were Cossack cavalry.

    “This Kasimov is somewhat capable. I didn’t expect him to be able to return safely. I just don’t know if they killed Gubat. Let’s go, let’s go and see.”

    With that, Dolgor led Angel and the other Golden Tent guards through one camp after another to the grassland in front.

    What he never expected was that this group of disguised soldiers were not Cossacks but Qi Guangyi and Gubat, who had come to take his life.

    After the battle in the valley ended, he immediately ordered his soldiers to change into new uniforms for the evening attack.

    After some thought, he had the rifle cavalry change into all the Tsarist Russian uniforms, while the cavalry led by Gubat followed behind them, serving as the vanguard when they launched their attack.

    As for Feng Dongjin, he was left behind to clean up the battlefield and guard the Cossack captives.

    “Brothers, prepare for battle! Chief Scribe Feng is already preparing fragrant roasted lamb. After this battle, we will go back and eat meat and drink wine to our hearts’ content!” Seeing that they were getting closer to the barbarian great camp, Qi Guangyi shouted.

    The excited cheers of the soldiers answered him. Then the soldiers all prepared their carbines according to the plan.

    Five hundred meters, four hundred meters. When the distance was only three hundred meters, the rifle cavalry suddenly spurred their warhorses to accelerate.

    A distance of three hundred meters was only a little over ten seconds for a warhorse. The rifle cavalry all fired, and when they were only fifty meters away from the camp, instead of charging directly, they suddenly turned their horses around. The entire cavalry force split into two from both sides, like a stream of water hitting a reef.

    Gubat, who was in a close-quarters battle, led the tribal cavalry to charge with their scimitars towards the entire Golden Tent.

    When Dolgor saw the opposite warhorses accelerate, his heart felt as if it had fallen into winter. The gunshots that followed immediately confirmed his unease.

    The Golden Tent guards who were with him, preparing to welcome Kasimov, suffered heavy casualties in the first volley. And then he saw Gubat, the traitor of the Golden Tent Khanate, charging towards him like a god of death.

    Due to fear, Dolgor’s body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly reacted, turned around, and ran towards the Golden Tent.

    But it was too late. The torrent-like Gubat cavalry crushed the camp like a storm. The Golden Tent cavalry, who were still comfortably waiting for the Cossacks, were often killed before they could even react.

    At the same time, Qi Guangyi was not idle. He ordered his soldiers to attack freely.

    At this time, the soldiers began to fire at the barbarian cavalry in the camp. Some soldiers with strong arms even threw grenades into the camp, further accelerating the Golden Tent cavalry’s confusion.

    Caught in a sudden ambush, the 60,000 Golden Tent cavalry ran around like headless flies, unable to organize an effective resistance.

    After completing the encirclement, Qi Guangyi led his cavalry to attack from the outside in, continuously compressing the enemy.

    “Bang bang bang…”

    “Boom…”

    The gunshots and explosions were unusually bright in the gradually darkening space, but for the Golden Tent cavalry, this was a nightmare.

    The name “rifle cavalry” had already made them fearful enough. Now, with the addition of the furiously avenging Gubat, they completely collapsed after only an hour of fighting. The barbarians who were preparing to migrate with the Golden Tent were even more terrified, not daring to resist at all.

    Under the protection of the Golden Tent guards, Dolgor charged left and right. But every time he went to a place, he would always find the silhouettes of the Great Yu Empire’s rifle cavalry.

    Faced with a watertight encirclement, he gradually went mad. But as he charged west, he suddenly found that it was unusually quiet there. It seemed that the Great Yu Empire had forgotten about the defense line here.

    Seeing this, Dolgor was overjoyed. He led the Golden Tent guards and fled west.

    In the dark, Qi Guangyi was watching the barbarian tribal camp illuminated by the burning tents. Compared to the camps of the three major tribes, this place was no less in scale. By his estimation, at least 700,000 people were preparing to move with Dolgor.

    Among these 700,000 people, 60,000 were the Golden Tent cavalry who guarded the Golden Tent. Under their sudden attack, these cavalry had now completely lost their combat effectiveness.

    As for the remaining barbarians, some might still dare to fight them, but a pack of wolves without teeth was no match for a pack of wolves armed to the teeth like them.

    Any barbarian who picked up a weapon was shot and killed without distinction.

    “Commander, a cavalry force has come,” a guard beside Qi Guangyi said.

    Hearing this, Qi Guangyi looked into the firelight. Indeed, a cavalry force was coming towards them, but they had clearly not discovered them in the darkness, after all, the burning firelight only allowed one’s vision to stop within the range of the light.

    It was precisely by using this characteristic of vision that he had deliberately set up this trap, and this was not the first time he had used this tactic.

    “Fire!”

    Facing the charging cavalry, Qi Guangyi gave the command to attack. Amidst the dense gunfire, the barbarian cavalry who were trying to escape were shot one after another and fell.

    Dolgor was also hit and fell to the ground. The last thing he saw was the countless flames lighting up in the darkness.

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