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Chapter 376: The Wuhuan bandits panic and have no choice but to take the road. Su Junhou draws his sword and mounts his horse
In this battle, the Han army won a great victory!
The Wuhuan people's retreat turned into defeat.

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei and others each led a knight and chased them all the way, killing them so many times that their heads rolled and their blood flowed like a river.

The fighting continued until late at night, when the Han cavalry gradually withdrew their troops and returned to the camp.

"Won!"

"we won!"

"Long live, long live!!!"

The Han soldiers cheered and shouted.

For the first time, in the absence of General Su, they relied on their own efforts to tenaciously resist the siege of the Wuhuan people with absolutely inferior forces, and finally ended the enemy with a beautiful counterattack.

After cleaning up the battlefield and comforting the dead and wounded, the celebratory dinner was held as scheduled.
"In today's battle, although we were far outnumbered by the enemy, we fought bravely and finally won a great victory."

"This first cup is for our fallen warriors!"

Beside the campfire in the camp, Zhao Yun raised his glass and said.

The bonfire was burning brightly, the flames reflected on the faces of every soldier, and they raised their glasses one after another to pay the highest tribute to the warriors who died heroically in this battle.

"May their souls rest in peace in heaven. We will always remember their efforts and sacrifices."

As the first glass of wine was slowly poured, the atmosphere on the scene became solemn and dignified.

In this great victory, the Han army defeated the elite Wuhuan troops of 1,300 to 1,400 with a convoy of 150 men.

Not only did they kill two high-ranking leaders in the battle, but they also beheaded nearly six hundred people.

The most valiant Wuhuan warriors were captured in one fell swoop.

However, they also paid the price of the lives of nearly one-third of their teammates.

Almost everyone else was injured.

"This second cup, Zhao wants to toast our brave and fearless Brother Yun Chang."

Zhao Yun raised his cup again and said to Guan Yu:

"Brother Yunchang has killed two generals in a row, overwhelming all the heroes. He is truly the first to do so!"

As soon as Zhao Yun finished speaking, the soldiers around him raised their glasses in response.

Guan Yu's face was red, and after drinking a cup of wine, he stroked his beard and said:
"Zilong, you are overpraising me. This little thief is just a traitor. He is not worthy of boasting."

"If Lord Su was here for today's battle, I think it would be resolved more efficiently."

"We still need to take him as an example and work hard to improve ourselves."

Zhang Fei laughed loudly:
"Second brother is right! Our General Su is invincible. With him here, this little thief can be dealt with in no time."

"But today, we have proved ourselves. Even without General Su, we can still win the battle and win beautifully!"

Dian Wei nodded in agreement:

"That's right! In today's battle, we fought with great force. That Wuhuan kid ran away in panic. From now on, I'm afraid everyone will know that we are not easy to mess with."

"If they want to cause trouble again, they should think twice before doing anything."

All the soldiers echoed in unison, clinked glasses, sat around the campfire, boasted about their bravery, talked about the thrill of the battle, shared the joy of victory, and celebrated this hard-earned victory together.

At the same time, this battle also made each of them feel more deeply the power of the team and the importance of unity, and discovered many problems that they had not paid attention to before.

The soldiers shared experiences and encouraged each other, and the laughter and joy continued even as the night deepened.

In contrast to the Han army's cheers, the Wuhuan people presented a completely different picture on their way to escape.

In the cover of night, these tribal warriors fled in panic, their heads down, their faces filled with fatigue and despair.

The Wuhuan warriors, who had been so arrogant, were now in a miserable state, like dogs that had lost their homes.

The Wuhuan army had long been in disarray. They were in groups of three or five, or alone, shivering in the cold wind, and dared not look back, for fear that the ferocious Han army would chase them again.

Under such circumstances, the commander-in-chief of this battle, Tadun, looked as pale as death and was filled with remorse and resentment to the extreme.

He didn't expect that his carefully planned rescue operation would end in such a tragic failure.

He thought that with his numerical advantage, he could defeat the Han army in one fell swoop, recapture King Qiuliju, save face for the tribe, and pave a smooth path for himself to ascend the throne.

However, reality cruelly gave him a loud slap in the face.

In the darkness of the night, on the way of escape, Tadun's face was as gloomy as water. The bravery and tenacity of those Han soldiers far exceeded their imagination.

Especially those four people.

A green-robed swordsman with his nose upturned, a black-faced leopard-headed man with a weird cry, a pretty boy with a silver spear, and a big man with two halberds.
They are all so amazing.

He just couldn't understand it.

Why are there so many brave and incomparable fighters among just over a hundred people?

In the previous battle with that guy named Su, I never realized that his men were so powerful.

If not, his attack this time would be foolproof.

As a result, after this devastating defeat, they completely lost the ability to fight again.

There is no capital to rescue the king.

Naqiu Liju's fate of execution was thus sealed.

"It's over, it's all over, it's completely over"

Sitting in the prison cart, gazing into the dark night in the distance, imagining the defeated remnants of his own army fleeing, and then looking at the Han army celebrating their victory in front of him, Qiu Liju felt completely disheartened.

The saddest thing in life is to be given hope and then take it away right before your eyes.

Qiuliju has experienced such ups and downs today.

Just a little bit more, and he could clearly see the faces of the reinforcements.

However, this short distance was eventually cut off.

How cruel, how desperate.

However, compared to his own fate, he is now more worried about the future of his tribe.

That was the result of decades of hard work and his life's work.

Which warrior from the grassland does not hope to become the leader of the tribe and establish an unprecedented feat like the former Xiongnu Khan?

The Wuhuan people had long been under the supervision of the Han Dynasty, relying on others for their support and being a loose group of people.

Qiuliju, with great difficulty, rose from the leader of a small tribe to the king of the entire Liaoxi region, and even gained recognition from some Wuhuan people in the surrounding counties.

How rare this is.

What is even more valuable is that, taking advantage of the endless civil strife in the Han Dynasty, they finally won an independent status.

How difficult all this is!
All of this must not be broken.

It doesn't matter if he dies, his great cause must not be destroyed.

Now, Qiu Liju, who is trapped in prison, can only pray silently, praying that his sons and nephews can stand up and not be defeated by difficulties, so as to continue his hegemony.

Naturally, he didn't need to explain this.

Whether it was Louban or Tadun, they all thought so.

Therefore, Tadun quickly recovered from the setback and gathered his remaining troops at daybreak the next day and evacuated to Pinggang.

After a night of hard thinking, he decided to ask for reinforcements from the Xianbei.

Now, it is obviously no longer possible to rely on one's own strength.

The ruthless Lord Su looked like he wanted to destroy them completely.

If they are allowed to succeed, they will probably become real stray dogs and fish on the chopping board.

This is absolutely unacceptable!

However, just as Tadun was determined to ask foreign forces to intervene and was speeding up his efforts.

A familiar, nightmarish figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Hey, isn't this our Tadun leader?"

"Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Su Yao was alone, standing at the entrance of the valley on his horse, his red robe particularly eye-catching in the golden sunset.

(End of this chapter)