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Chapter 373: The Iron Cavalry Attacks, Zhang Fei of Yan Is Like a Tide

"Something is wrong, Chief!"

"What should I do now?"

Listening to the anxious cries in his ears, Tadun felt annoyed.

The Kurumu unit on the right wing, which was under concentrated attack by the Han army, had already shown signs of retreat.

After all, they were almost beaten unilaterally. Although they could still bear the death of some people, they could not stand the helplessness and despair of their teammates who were shot by arrows and wailing, while the opponent's offensive did not weaken at all.

This can't go on like this.

Tadun saw that his long-range harassment not only failed to work, but also made his own morale even lower. This was really outrageous!

Tadun was anxious, and Qiuliju was even more nervous.

The king was trapped on a prison cart at the commanding height in the center of the camp. As he looked down at the Wuhuan knights, he felt mixed emotions.

As the king of Wuhuan in Liaoxi, he never thought that he would end up like this.

Being captured by that madman, Marquis Guanjun, he was not only beheaded but also had to suffer the public punishment of parading through the streets before his death. This humiliation and despair made him feel like his heart was being cut by a knife, just like a nightmare.

If he hadn't been tied up and unable to move, he would have really wanted to just run into a wall and die.

However, he never expected that a ray of light would appear in this despair.

His sons and nephews were not afraid of danger and organized such a large team to rescue him!

Just looking at those knights from afar, Qiu Liju felt his heart pounding.

He knew that many of those people were his confidants and warriors in the tribe.

These are the fruits of his hard work in the past.

Even after these people lost their weapons and armor, they were no longer as powerful as they once were.

But Qiu Liju recognized that aura at a glance.

His proud Wuhuan warriors have arrived!

Now, the kid surnamed Su is not around again. It is really a sudden turn of events. He is not destined to die.

However, when he saw these warriors engaging in a shootout at the foot of the mountain and being unable to raise their heads by the shooting of just a hundred or so Han soldiers, Qiu Liju cursed in his heart.

When did we, the Wuhuan warriors, become so cowardly?
Are you so scared by a green-robed general?
Charge, charge quickly, charge straight up!

Along the way, Qiu Liju saw it very clearly.

The main force of the Han army consisted of only the one hundred people who initially escorted him.

The fifty new ones were just auxiliary soldiers.

Although the man surnamed Su sent several trusted warriors, two fists are no match for four hands.

One thousand five hundred versus one hundred and fifty, the advantage is on me!
As long as we rush forward, as long as we launch the charge, everything will be fine!
It was as if Tadun heard the cry in his heart.

At the bottom of the hill, Tadun raised his long sword and shouted:

"Warriors, it's time to end this game."

"All troops charge - break through head-on!"

"Take back the king and kill them all!"

"kill!!!"

Following Tadun's order, the sound of horns rang out, and the left wing of the Wuhuan army took the lead in charging the Han army camp on the hillside.

Immediately afterwards, Kurumu, who was about to retreat and reorganize his troops, heard the horn, waved his sword and shouted, and began to charge.

This time, they no longer scattered their fire, but concentrated their forces and rushed towards the Han army positions on the hillside with overwhelming force.

The knights shouted and fought fiercely.

A few setbacks are nothing.

They also have an absolute numerical advantage.

Since ranged combat doesn't work, then melee combat.

Trample it with horse hooves and chop it with long swords.

With more than a thousand people on the left and right wings attacking just a few hundred people, how could they be defeated?
Let us use a brutal hand-to-hand combat to send these stubborn Han people off!

With the belief that they would win, the Wuhuan knights charged forward like a tide. However.
"Lord Su often says that numbers don't represent everything!"

Zhao Yun raised his spear and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Dian Yuanli, Yunchang and Yide, I'll have to trouble you from now on!"

"Let these Wuhuan villains tremble before the bravery of my Han men."

Following Zhao Yun's command, the Han army soldiers were ready for battle.

On the hillside, snowflakes were flying, and despite the bone-chilling cold, the eyes of the Han men were burning with flames.

The Wuhuan knights roared and shouted, rushing forward on the snow.

The first thing to greet them was still the Han army's most powerful crossbow.

"Fire arrows!"

At Zhao Yun's command, arrows continued to pour down.

This time, facing the dense cavalry formation, the crossbows of the Han army played the greatest effect. In an instant, dozens of Wuhuan knights were shot and fell off their horses, falling on the way of the charge.

However, the Wuhuan knights did not retreat. Instead, they relied on their numerical advantage to fight back while riding and shooting arrows and continuing to charge forward.

The Wuhuan knights walked across the snow, shouting slogans of victory, and were approaching the front of the chariot formation.

"Array up!"

At the command, the Han soldiers in the front row threw away the crossbows in their hands, picked up the spears on the ground, and formed a compact formation close to the chariots.

Hand-to-hand combat followed.

The first to engage the enemy was Zhang Fei, who was facing the left wing of Wuhuan.

He stood at the edge of the chariot formation, holding a 10-foot-long snake spear in his hand, staring with eyes as big as copper bells, staring at the figures of the Wuhuan knights.

Closer, closer.

As the Wuhuan knights approached the attack range, Zhang Fei suddenly shouted loudly, like thunder.

He suddenly jumped up, and his Zhangba Snake Spear drew a cold light in the air and stabbed straight at the Wuhuan knight who was rushing in the front.

"what?!"

"what?!"

There was a scream, and the Wuhuan knight had no time to react. He was pierced by Zhang Fei's spear tip and flew backwards, hitting the group of knights behind him, causing chaos.

"Zhang Yide from Yan is here, you little Wuhuan thief, die quickly!"

This preemptive attack actually shocked the hundreds of cavalrymen in front of them with their bravery and momentum, and the momentum of the charge was slowed down.

"kill him!"

When Tadun, who was behind, saw this, he shouted angrily.

This sound quickly brought back the will of the Wuhuan knights.

After all, they were also experienced warriors. After a brief shock, they quickly came to their senses and roared towards the Han army's position again.

For a moment, there were flashes of swords and shouts of killing. In the end, the two armies fought each other, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Fei also screamed loudly. He gripped the snake spear tightly and rushed left and right in the crowd. Every strike left a bloody hole on the bodies of the Wuhuan people.

After several battles, he became more and more courageous. From a distance, he did not seem to be on the defensive, but rather ready to attack.

This scene made Tadun tremble with fear.

But there is more to it than that.

Zhang Fei here was so brave that he made it impossible for Tadun's tribe to advance.

The performance of Nakuru's right wing troops was even worse.

It is obvious that the right-wing troops started the charge later than Tadun, and the time they have been engaged in battle is also shorter.

However, their casualties were many times greater than those on Tadun's side.

All this happened just because there was a general holding two halberds, shouting and fighting fiercely, killing people in all directions while galloping.

(End of this chapter)