The next morning, at the first light of dawn, the great army set out.

Two hundred li north of Meiqiu County, the morning mist of the Qingluo Plain flowed slowly through the grass.

The troops had been marching for nearly three hours when moving shadows appeared on the horizon ahead.

A dozen riders galloped from the north, wearing dark blue uniforms and cylindrical fur hats with black feathers stuck into the tops.

They rode stout horses, lances and sabers hanging by their saddles, scattering and gathering at times like a pack of wolves patrolling the grassland.

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan walked beside Lin Feng, raised a hand to point at the departing cavalry, and said in a steady voice, "Those are a special unit from Russia, the Cossack Light Cavalry. They have /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ exceptional scouting capabilities and excel at reconnaissance and harassment."

"This time, Russia has dispatched five thousand Cossack Light Cavalry, along with ten thousand Ice Giant Axe Heavy Infantry—all level fifteen elite Infantry. Additionally, there are five thousand Ice Archers, level ten, who possess impressive long-range firepower."

Zhao Hu caught up from behind, his gaze falling upon the cavalry as he raised an eyebrow. "Russia has really gone all out this time. Have they brought out their entire family fortune?"

Lin Feng nodded and looked toward the north, his tone filled with a touch of emotion. "Russia is truly worthy of being the fourth strongest nation on Blue Star. These twenty thousand elite troops, even if placed in other regions, would be a force capable of turning the tide of battle."

The troops continued to advance, and after another seven li, a vast expanse of tents and fluttering flags appeared ahead.

Gray, white, khaki, and dark blue—military flags of various countries snapped in the wind.

The camp was massive, stretching beyond the horizon, with tents arranged in neat rows and wisps of cooking smoke rising into the air.

A simple trench had been dug around the perimeter of the camp, with wooden palisades erected behind it, where the figures of patrolling soldiers could be seen.

When they were still three li away from the main camp, Lin Feng's attention was drawn to a group of colossal creatures on the east side of the camp.

One hundred white elephants were lined up in formation, each five meters tall, clad in silver-white iron armor. Barbed iron blades were strapped to their tusks, and wooden arrow towers were mounted on their backs, with two Archers standing in each.

The white elephants' skin shimmered with a grayish-white luster in the sunlight; their limbs were thick as pillars, and the ground trembled slightly with every step they took.

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan's tone was filled with admiration. "Lord Lin, those are the War Elephant troops of the White Elephant Country, level twenty elite units."

"They have poured out their entire force; all one hundred are here. In addition, there are five thousand weakened Kshatriya Warriors (level ten special units) following to charge."

"When we annihilated the first Undead Army, it was these war elephants that tore through the sea of skeletons, opening a gap for the follow-up troops."

Lin Feng scanned the herd, quickly calculating their combat strength in his mind.

Zhao Hu couldn't help but exclaim, "One hundred war elephants, plus Russia's twenty thousand elite troops, combined with us, Zhenyue City, the Tieba Kingdom, and the Thang Long City garrison—in terms of troop strength, at the very least, we can fight to a draw!"

Feng Qingyan poked her head out from behind, her eyes shining. "One hundred white elephants charging together—just imagining that scene is spectacular!"

Jiang Zhaoyue nodded slightly and added calmly, "The undead feel no fear, but a war elephant charge doesn't rely on fear; it relies on overwhelming destruction."

Lin Feng's lips curled slightly upward. He swept his gaze over the war elephants and uttered two words: "Spectacular."

The troops continued forward, and the camp gate drew closer. Outside the gate, a familiar unit was already in formation.

Delhi Sultanate Infantry and Delhi Sultanate Elite Infantry, wearing white turbans, carrying scimitars and round shields, their leather armor glistening with an oily sheen in the sunlight.

The flags of the Tieba Kingdom fluttered in the wind.

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan scanned the ranks, his tone flat but tinged with a hint of relief. "The Tieba Kingdom has arrived too. It seems we are the last ones."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a few people walked out from inside the camp gate. Leading them was a bald, burly man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, a short beard on his chin, wearing heavy white armor with a greatsword strapped to his back.

Behind him followed several equally burly Russian powerhouses, as well as a few generals dressed in White Elephant Country attire.

Ivan strode up to meet them, arms wide open, his voice as booming as thunder. "Lord Lin! After we finished fighting at the Kara Holy City, I was just wondering when I'd be able to kill enemies alongside you again! This time at Thang Long City, we've come together once more!"

He walked up to Lin Feng, grabbed Lin Feng's hand with both of his own, and shook it vigorously, with enough force to nearly rip Lin Feng's hand off.

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged. He let him shake it a few times before pulling his hand back and cupping his fists in a salute. "Lord Ivan, sorry to have kept you waiting."

Ivan laughed heartily and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. "Waiting? What waiting? You've arrived just in time! With Lord Lin joining us, this battle is in the bag!"

Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan stepped forward and cupped his fists with a smile. "Lord Ivan, I trust you have been well."

Ivan grasped Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan's hand and shook it vigorously twice. "Deputy City Lord Liu, we fought side by side at the Kara Holy City, and now we get to fight the undead together again—it's fate!"

Counselor Ling Fei stood expressionless behind Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan. He didn't speak, merely nodding slightly toward Ivan.

Ivan didn't mind; he turned his head to look at Lin Feng and gestured with his hand. "Lord Lin, please! The main command tent has tea and maps prepared, just waiting for you all."

Lin Feng nodded, turned to signal to Zhao Hu and Jiang Zhaoyue behind him, and then followed Ivan toward the center of the camp.

Behind them, the footsteps of Deputy City Lord Liu Zhenshan, Jiang Zhaoyue, Jiang Yelan, and the others made dull thuds on the sandy soil of the camp.

Tents receded rapidly on either side as the main command tent drew ever closer.

The moment the tent flap was lifted, everyone's gaze turned toward the entrance simultaneously.

Lin Feng remained composed and strode inside.

The command tent was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with a high, vaulted ceiling.

In the center was a huge rectangular wooden table covered with a sheepskin map, clearly marking mountains, rivers, and city locations, with chess pieces of different colors indicating the troop strengths of each side.

Thick candles burned on bronze candlesticks at the four corners, illuminating the entire tent as brightly as day.

The position at the very front of the tent was half a foot higher than the sides and was covered with a whole white bear pelt.

Two chairs were placed on the bear pelt; one was occupied, and the other was empty.

The person sitting there was a burly man with a Russian style, around fifty years old, with thick eyebrows, a high nose, and a neatly trimmed gray beard on his chin. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He wore a heavy dark gray suit of armor, with a copper bear-head ornament embedded on the shoulder pauldrons, and a short-handled battle axe hung at his waist.

He sat there, imposing without anger, like a silent, snow-covered mountain.

Sitting on the left were three people with White Elephant Country style. Leading them was a middle-aged man with dark skin, a thick black beard, and a golden turban wrapped around his head, with a ruby the size of a pigeon egg embedded in the center.

Beside him were two slightly younger men, also wearing turbans and white robes, with swords at their waists and serious expressions.

At the very end of the left side sat a person with Annan Country style, with a thin face and slightly dark skin, wearing a conical hat-shaped headscarf, a dark blue short robe, and a short sword tucked at his waist.

On the right sat an acquaintance, Hamza, in the first seat, sporting a thick, full beard and wearing a white turban.