"Not good......" The ancient path on top of the high tower suddenly changed color, and he called out in a low voice: "Ying Hao, order to attack."

  It is...

  With a loud noise, a large red flag fluttered and danced in the wind.

  A senior general of the Chinese army saw clearly, he silently put on his own helmet, rode out on horseback and shouted: "Brothers of this department, follow me."

  His voice was extremely loud and far-reaching, with a hint of rumbling sound.

  Five thousand cavalrymen followed behind him, slowly galloping towards the renowned Golden Wolf Army.

  In response to the Han army's initial provocation, Hami would naturally not show any signs of weakness.

  The flag was raised, and Ava sneered coldly, waving his hand. The same five thousand iron cavalry marched slowly towards the upper reaches.

  The speed of both sides gradually accelerated, and the frequency of horseshoes was even more urgent.

  The knights in the front row could clearly see each other's ferocious faces, they raised their sabers and hacked at each other face to face.

  The two cavalry teams collided heavily in the center of the battlefield, a matchless powerful impact that neither man nor horse could withstand.

  Due to the limitations of the terrain, the Huns' most skilled guerrilla tactics could not be fully utilized, but in this positive confrontation, they were equally unyielding.

  The battlefield was filled with the clanging of swords, the whinnying of fallen horses, and the anguished cries of the wounded.

  The Han general's eyes gleamed as he led his troops in a fierce charge, his five thousand men being the bravest warriors under his command. Facing an overwhelmingly powerful enemy, they launched a frenzied and fearless attack.

  He is the first brave warrior of Cheng's 100,000 private soldiers, and his name is Xu Xiongfei.

  "Ding..."

  The loud sound of metal clashing shook the eardrums.

  Xu Xiongfei's eyes widened, his large hand grasping the long spear felt a wave of numbness, and he couldn't help but feel a tremble in his heart at the opponent's astonishing strength.

  "Good arm strength."

  A loud voice entered his ears, a Xiongnu general was grinning and shouting at him.

  Xu Xiongfei didn't say a word, and took advantage of the moment when the two horses crossed paths, counterattacking with his spear, swiftly stabbing towards the opponent's chest and abdomen like lightning.

  However, the gun was halfway through and happened to collide with the opponent's backhand slash.

  A crisp sound entered their ears, and the two people's bodies simultaneously had a slight sway. The iron horse galloped, and their figures instantly disappeared into the endless sea of people.

  "Which Han general?" Ava asked loudly.

  Xu Xiongfei.

  A loud shout, the silver spear in his hand lightly lifted, a Xiongnu person was lifted high into the air by him and heavily fell to the ground.

  An individual's bravery is always insignificant in a large-scale war. Whether Xu Xiongfei is willing to admit it or not, his troops are still inferior to the Golden Wolf Army of the same number, and not just by a little bit.

  The Huns were born on horseback, grew up on horseback, and were most skilled in riding and shooting. Their control over horses was indeed as easy as beckoning with their arms. Throughout the world, there is no one who has the same standard.

  After a positive confrontation, what fell to the ground forever was that the majority of the brave warriors were from the Cheng family.

  The Xiongnu cavalry suddenly dispersed, and the outer riders drew their bows and arrows, shooting a fatal arrow on the back of the turbulent horse.

  The soldiers of the Cheng family were obviously well-prepared and also had a color. However, the same tactics yielded different results.

  The number of Chinese soldiers who fell from their horses with arrows was much higher than that of the Xiongnu people.

  In this melee, the Huns undoubtedly held an absolute upper hand.

  In the great camp of the Xiongnu people, Hamilyu furrowed his brow tightly, and as for Gu Dao's actions, he was completely unable to guess.

  The two armies fought in a standard and square manner, and the commanding officers of both sides did not make any mistakes.

  In this way, the only ones who can achieve final victory are the Huns with their superior skills.

  This principle is obvious and Guo Daoyuan can't possibly not understand it, so where is his trick?

  If it can't be found, then today's battle, who will kill the deer is still unknown.

  "That's strange." Manton stared at the changing situation in the field, and suddenly frowned.

  Hamid stared blankly and asked, "What's strange?"

  Modu shook his head and said: "This group of southern barbarians is familiar with archery and horse riding, but why are their combat methods so familiar?"

  Upon closer inspection, they found that although their armor differed from the Golden Wolf Army's, it was all light armor, sabers and crossbows.

  Their equipment was also extremely familiar. For a moment, Hami's expression was dazed, and just now, he thought he had returned to more than 20 years ago.

  At that time, he had just assisted Murong Jun to ascend to the throne of Youyan and led his troops to defeat the Xianbei hero Nanyi Liang. He then launched a southern campaign, directly targeting the Central Plains. It was a time when he was full of vigor and ambition, proud and self-satisfied, and unstoppable.

  However, it was at this time that he encountered his greatest opponent in life, Gu Dao Yan of the Tianying Legion.

  After a duel lasting several months, he suffered his first defeat in life. This battle made him thoroughly awake and no longer dared to underestimate others.

  "Teacher, Tianying Legion."

  Kaji's voice sounded from behind him.

  He turned his head and heard him say in a low voice: "At least 30% of them are old soldiers of the Tianying Army."

  He let out a wry laugh and sighed, "Gu Dao has really gone to great lengths for the Cheng family."

  Nearly 30% of those who have been fighting fiercely with the Golden Wolf Army are actually retired veterans of the Sky Eagle Legion.

  For over twenty years, Gu Dao has been arranging for soldiers to return home. In fact, unbeknownst to anyone, those people did not return home but were directly recruited by Cheng's family.

  If it were not so, Gu Dao would not have put them in the center of the army with peace of mind.

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  The warriors of the Yellow Dragon Army were enraged, they formed their ranks, drew their swords and strung their bows.

  They received the order from the Great Leader - kill.

  Wipe out the Xiongnu people until not a single piece of armor is left.

  However, at this time, Mo Duo raised an eyebrow and lightly waved his hand, as if he had swatted away a insignificant mosquito on his arm.

  The soldiers nearby understood tacitly, they ran to the side of the remaining hundred large carts, pulled away the cart curtains, and drove down a group of shabbily dressed ordinary people.

  The sound of wailing, crying, shouting and scolding blended into one chaotic mess.

  Liu Zheng's iron-green face suddenly turned pale, and it was not just him, all the generals around him, the 500,000 soldiers of the Huanglong Army also changed their faces.

  The Xiongnu people wielded horse whips behind this crowd of civilians, whipping them hard and driving them before the great army.

  With this attitude, anyone can guess who they are.

  "Call them back, bring your loved ones back. The old saying still goes: treat everyone equally and don't pursue the matter further."

  In Zhang Zihua's eyes, there was a hint of coldness, and that one knife did not take his life, but made him realize something.

  The Han and Xiongnu are after all two vastly different ethnic groups. Talking about treating them equally is just superficial rhetoric.

  Between them lies a deep-seated hatred accumulated over hundreds of years, and filling this trench is utterly impossible.

  The only options are the extinction of one side or the assimilation of the conquered.

  And what he had to do at this moment was the latter. This is the national policy set by Hami, and no one can disobey it.

  The warriors of the Yellow Dragon Army hesitated, their eyes no longer firm.

  Their hands holding weapons had a slight tremble, those open bowstrings silently retracted.

  In front of them were not those fierce and brutal Xiongnu people, but their own relatives, the relatives they left in the capital of the Great Han.

  The soldiers of the Huanglong Army were mostly drawn from the vicinity of the capital, served in the army, and once promoted to Bai Ren Zhang, they would bring their parents into the capital for settlement.

  In name it was a consideration for the commander, but also served as a hostage.

  Among the 50,000-strong Yellow Dragon Army, there were 500 centurions, 50 chiliarchs, and five myriarchs. In addition to these, all family members of soldiers originally from the capital who had been secretly sent to Taiyuan by Hami Qi were also present, for today's battle.

  The Huns drove these unarmed civilians slowly towards the direction of the Yellow Dragon Army.

  "What shall we do, commander?"

  Although he tried his best to calm down, that trembling voice still couldn't hide the panic and loss of control in his heart.

  Liu Zhengyun turned his head back and saw a Wan Qi Chang behind him, whose face was equally bloodless.

  A bitter smile appeared on his face, and a thin layer of mist suddenly appeared in Liu Zhengyun's eyes. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and gently wiped away the tears that represented weakness.

  But when he lifted his head again, there was no longer a hint of hesitation in his eyes, just like the straight pine tree, his waist was straight.

  "Pass the word, archers and crossbowmen prepare."

  With a slight movement, thousands of people stretched out their hands to hold Liu Zhengyun, anxiously and sorrowfully asking: "General, think thrice..."

  He gave him a cold look, and Liu Zhengyun's tone became even colder: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been hard to achieve together. Either be loyal to the country or surrender your troops. You... choose for yourself."

  He silently withdrew the hand that was pulling his superior, and the muscles on his face twitched constantly.

  "Bows and arrows, ready..."

  His expression suddenly turned stern, almost biting his teeth. He gazed at the approaching crowd of old and young, his eyes filled with sorrow.

  From then on, all the generals' faces were extremely ugly, and their eyes were no longer firm and determined, but a vast confusion.

  The voices of thousands of people suddenly stopped, and this one word "fa" seemed to have the power of tens of millions of kilograms, making it hover on his lips, but he could never say it out loud.

  Moved, behind the common people, the four-clan coalition army finally moved.

  They urged on their horses, closely following those stumbling common people, gradually closing in.

  Wang Honghan's hands were all sweaty, and in this situation, the Huang Longjun team could no longer be expected to do anything. So what choice did he have now?

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