Outside the city of Cangzhou, the Xiongnu army has begun to move forward step by step.

  Behind the cavalry were countless Han soldiers, holding siege engines and gazing blankly at the towering city walls in front of them.

  They were all paratroopers, driven by the Xiongnu people to serve as the first wave of troops in the siege.

  Whether they like it or not, they have no other choice.

  "Whoosh..."

  The sound of a long arrow piercing the air came, and on top of the city gate flagpole was inserted a trembling eagle feather arrow. Such archery skills made one's heart palpitate.

  "Tell Zeng Zhihong, there is still one more hour."

  A loud and powerful voice came from afar, causing the soldiers on the city wall to look at each other in dismay.

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  General Defender's Mansion.

  Chen Xinhong held his ten-year-old youngest son and looked at his personal bodyguard, asking: "Ying Gao, how many years have you followed me?"

  Chen Yinggao looked at him with surprise and immediately replied: "General, I have followed you for 14 years."

  "Hmm, fourteen years is no small feat. For so many years, you have been diligent and responsible, never neglecting your duties. I am very pleased with this."

  "Thank you for the general's praise, but these are just trivial matters within one's duty."

  "Haha... forget it, by now it's not necessary to mention anything about being a general or not. Gao, if we're talking about our clan's hierarchy, you should be calling me Uncle, shouldn't you?" Chen Xinhong suddenly smiled and said.

  "That's right." Chen Yinggao felt that something was slightly off, but he still replied with courtesy.

  "So, I'm entrusting you with something today, Uncle."

  "General, you have something to say, please instruct me, I will do my best." Chen Yinggao's face changed, and he hastily knelt down on the ground, saying respectfully.

  "Hurry up." Chen Xinhong took a step forward, put down the child in his arms and helped him up.

  Chen Yinggao looked at Chen Xinhong with some confusion, unsure of what he was going to do.

  "Come on!" Chen Xinhong beckoned with a wave of his hand.

  His ten-year-old youngest son Chen Jiankang immediately stepped forward as promised.

  Chen Xinhong pointed at Chen Yinggao and said: "Jiang Keng, kowtow to Big Brother Yinggao."

  The child was ignorant and immediately knelt down upon hearing the words.

  Chen Yinggao's face changed greatly, wanting to struggle free, but his hands were firmly held by Chen Xinhong. He didn't dare use force to break free, so he could only endure the three loud slaps from Chen Jiankang.

  "General, what are you doing?" Chen Yinggao asked anxiously.

  With a faint smile, Chen Yingao said in a low voice: "Yingao, take the sword and go to Zeng's mansion for now. Remember, follow Zeng's arrangements."

  "General......" Chen Yinggao trembled and said, as if he had vaguely sensed something.

  He stretched out his palm, Chen Xinhong firmly grasped his hand and said: "From today on, Jian Kang is your younger brother, help me take good care of him."

  Chen Yinggao's body shook, just about to speak, when suddenly a loud shout came from mid-air: "Tell Zeng Zhimou, there is still one hour left."

  The two of them looked ugly at the same time.

  "Relax, Chen Xinhong said loudly: "Ying Gao, you are the person I trust most, I am giving you the sword, and I feel at ease. Hurry up and go, I still have things to do. This is my last order to you as a general."

  Chen Yinggao's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, suddenly kowtowed to the ground, knocked several loud heads towards Chen Xinhong, raised his head, and his forehead was already swollen.

  "Take care, General." Chen Yinggao called out, turned around and picked up Chen Jiankang, not caring that the little guy was crying loudly, and strode away.

  Behind him was Chen Xinhong's reluctant gaze.

  After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to stare at the city gate, with a fierce fire burning in his eyes.

  "Saddle up and get dressed."

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  When his figure appeared at the city gate, the city guards stirred, seeing him in full armor, with a solemn expression, and everyone had a feeling, subconsciously tightening their grip on their weapons.

  Chen Xinhong looked at them one by one, their faces were covered with tense sweat, the expression that combined fear, excitement, shrinking and strength deeply touched his heart.

  "General, all brothers are here, you arrange." His deputy stepped forward and said loudly.

  With a profound gaze, Chen Xinhong said: "Alright, pass on my orders..."

  "It's...!" a loud shout, dozens of people around him shouted in unison.

  "Take off your armor and throw away your sword, come out of the city and surrender." Chen Xinhong said coldly.

  "What?"

  They looked at each other in dismay, and if they hadn't seen that everyone else had the same incredulous expression on their faces, they would have almost doubted their own ears.

  "General... you?" a nearby deputy general cautiously asked.

  She gave him a cold glance, her icy gaze forcing him to swallow the words he had yet to say.

  "Didn't you hear?"

  The air was filled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere, as if at this moment, the surrounding air had solidified and no longer flowed.

  After a moment, a long sigh of discontent was heard.

  "Dong"

  The sound of weapons falling to the ground was incessant, and gradually, the pile of weapons in front of him grew higher and higher, emitting a stern and dazzling light under the sun's rays.

  "General Chen."

  Everyone turned their heads to look, and Zeng Zhihong arrived in a hurry under the escort of several people.

  "Mr. Zeng, everything is up to you now."

  Chen Xinhong looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, mounted his war horse, and galloped towards the wide-open city gate.

  Leaving behind the astonished and uncertain gaze of the crowd, seeing him off from afar.

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  "General, it's time."

  "Hum, ignorant thing, pass on the order, attack..."

  Maibaiti's words suddenly stopped because the gate of Cangzhou City was slowly opening at this moment.

  Under the gaze of the crowd, a Han general rode out on horseback, alone.

  He wore a purple gold helmet, and his body was clad in bright armor. The front row consisted of two thigh guards that reached up to the knees. The chest and back armor above the waist were made up of small plates stitched together, with fish-scale-like small plates extending down to the abdomen. The lower hem was curved like a crescent moon, and lotus-leaf-shaped armor pieces protected his lower abdomen.

  The joints were also wrapped with thick shoulder and knee pads.

  His chest and back each had a polished copper mirror made of fine copper, which emitted dazzling light due to the sunlight.

  This is a full set of attire for a great Han general, every piece perfectly fitted on this person's body.

  His hand rose high, and the bright knife in his hand emitted a cold aura.

  "Kill..." He suddenly let out a loud roar and charged forward on horseback towards the iron cavalry troops of over 10,000 people in front of him.

  "Has he gone mad?" Mai Mai Ti's face turned red with rage, daring to launch a charge against the 10,000-strong Golden Wolf Army with just one person's strength. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented anger, and the feeling of being despised was unbearable.

  Maibaiti drew back his hand and pulled out a bow and arrow, instantly drawing it to full moon.

  That man's horse is very fast and has already rushed within a hundred paces.

  "Whoosh..."

  The arrow shot from the bowstring was like a runaway horse, bringing with it a shrill whistling sound as it flew towards its target.

  "Hiss..."

  A dying scream, the fierce horse's front legs buckled and it fell to the ground, with an arrow shaft gleaming coldly deeply embedded in its neck.

  The knight on the horse was caught off guard, under the driving force of habit, and heavily fell to the ground, involuntarily rolling forward.

  Until he was exhausted and his surname disappeared, he stubbornly crawled up from the ground.

  At this time, the helmet on his head had already fallen off and was nowhere to be seen. The bright armor on his body was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the front and rear heart mirrors were no longer shining brightly, but were instead stuck with black mud. With the breakage of the suspension belt, it hung loosely in front of his lower abdomen, completely useless. The whole person looked extremely disheveled.

  He is just a military general, just a qualified defensive general.

  His martial arts skills were good but not exceptional, so he couldn't dodge Maiwenti's arrow that shot out like lightning.

  A burst of laughter came forth, and all the Xiongnu people laughed loudly, ridiculing the Han general who was overestimating his own abilities.

  Chen Xinhong stood up straight, as if something inside him was burning, his blood almost boiling. With the support of some inexplicable force, he faced the endless sea of people in front of him with no fear or trepidation.

  The big knife in his hand was raised high again, facing the endless sea of people, he shouted loudly: "Kill..."

  He ran forward on his own feet without a horse.

  All he had to rely on was his own flesh and blood body at this time.

  Buyantu's face was no longer tinged with shame, he stared in astonishment at the Han general who continued to charge forward. With determination, he drew his bowstring once more.

  "Whoosh..."

  A shrill sound suddenly rang out, and Chen Xinhong, who was running, stopped abruptly.

  His right chest had an additional blood hole, a long arrow pierced his chest that lost the protection of the breastplate.

  Fresh blood dripped down, following the dirty armor all the way to his feet.

  "Kill..."

  Chen Xinhong's eyes bulged out, he shouted loudly with all his might, and although his footsteps were staggering, he continued to move forward steadfastly.

  On the battlefield, an eerie silence fell, no one dared to mock again, and no one looked down on others with disdain.

  It seems as if in the world there is only this tottering footstep, and the hearts of all people are echoing with it.

  One step, two steps, three steps...

  A thin, long trail of blood flowed behind him, bright as fire.

  Ten steps, and he was only ten steps away from Mai Mai Ti's horse, but his blood had already flowed out.

  His chest felt extremely stuffy and he couldn't take in another breath. He had no strength left at all.

  His pupils were scattered and had no light, and there was no focal length anymore.

  His footsteps became slower and slower, finally unable to support himself, he fell forward onto the ground.

  There was always an unyielding idea in his mind.

  Tens of thousands of eyes stared at his hands, those pale and blood-soaked big hands were fiercely inserted into the muddy ground, his body was still moving forward inch by inch.

  Until... his last drop of strength was exhausted.

  Liu Yue said as he stood empty-handed, Mai Mai Ti's heart couldn't feel a hint of warmth, he looked up dazedly.

  Cangzhou City, the city gate is wide open, a snow-white flag is fluttering in the wind, but it seems so shocking.

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