Huangfu Yongxian’s resounding command did not rattle Vulture Beak, but it did send a jolt of urgency through Timur.0

Had it been just Batu’s ambush, Timur would have paid it no mind. Even with Wu Weiyang’s elite cavalry of 10,000 joining the fray, it still would not be an immediate crisis; Timur had the sheer numbers. He had more than enough men. He could send a few tribal contingents to hold off Wu Weiyang, at the very least buying time.0

But if the frontline collapsed at this critical moment, that was an entirely different story. Timur would have real reason to sweat.0

If even Chi Li had realized that Vulture Beak was unlikely to fight to the bitter end, then Timur naturally knew that as well. No matter how he looked at it, other tribes would never have the blind loyalty to die for him. The worse the situation became, the fewer people he could truly trust. And right now, the only force he could rely on was his own Golden Wolf Army.0

From both flanks, northern barbarian cavalry surged outward, meeting Batu and Wu Weiyang’s forces in direct engagements. But at the same time, a greater shift was underway. The Golden Wolf Army was finally committing in full. The battlefield roared with their battle cries as the full might of Timur’s elite forces crashed...0