The Great Khan forcibly took Li Guanyi's strike head‑on, blood spurting from his mouth.
He led the main host away from this place, turning back; here the number of Turkic troops far exceeded several times the combined forces of Chen Country and the Qilin Army, yet at this moment the Great Khan's heart faintly quivered, unsteadied. He forced a breakout, and when Li Guanyi drew his bow and loosed an arrow, the Great Khan turned in the saddle and struck the arrow down.
Originally he had feared that Li Guanyi would lead his army in a reckless charge to smash through the rear; the Great Khan had driven his army in one breath nearly a hundred li away. Yet Prince Qin's troops did not pursue. This was clearly a good thing, and yet an inexplicable unease rose within the Great Khan's heart.
Something is wrong, extremely wrong.
When the Great Khan intended to turn back to the Golden Tent, he discovered that the rear was already occupied by the strongest Divine General under heaven.
