The Nanyang Guard Camp surged into the Rouran Army Camp like a torrent.
They rode relentlessly forward, trampling the tents, and countless Rouran Barbarians were trampled by the warhorses. The responsive Rouran Barbarians, realizing defeat was imminent, seized horses to flee desperately, trying to carve out a path of survival for themselves. Some others waved their weapons frantically, shouting as they fought.
The guards, having been well-rested, well-fed, and brimming with vigor and intent on battle after more than half a month of preparation, wielded their long spears, lances, and knives continuously, blood splattering everywhere, accompanied by incessant cries of agony.
Soon, a fire broke out in the northeast corner of the Rouran Army Camp.
A Rouran Barbarian cried out in distress, "The provisions are burning!"
