The grassland tribes only knew that the Tang Dynasty had the military god Li Jing and the fierce general Su Lie. Little did they know that in the fourth year of Zhenguan there was a young soldier named Li Yang. He raised his arms in desperate situation, led eight hundred dead soldiers, and went straight to Huanglong. The gunpowder opened the way, and the sound was like thunder, and all the horsemen thought that the gods were punishing them. In the midst of the defeated army, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he locked onto the figure that was fleeing in embarrassment. "Jieli," he sneered in a low voice, like a Shura asking for his life, "your grassland, your tribe, everything you have... I, Li Yang, take it!"
