With Cao Cao by my side, what do I have to fear from the world?

Chapter 287, His Majesty is too ruthless.
Tian Yu launched a fierce attack on the left flank, while Yan Rou led a surprise attack on the right flank. Most of the Wuhuan people were still asleep, and before they even had time to run out of their tents, they were hacked to death by the Han army that suddenly attacked them.

The Han army roared and their battle cries shook the entire mountain. Zhang Liao, who was on the mountain, suddenly woke up and sat up. His eyes widened instantly. They had finally arrived!

Zhang Liao hurriedly climbed to a high point and looked down from there.

The area below the mountain was bustling with noise, torches flickered in the night, and the gleaming light of swords flashed constantly. A battle had indeed broken out, and the Han army surged in from all directions like a tide.

After being suppressed for so long, everyone was feeling incredibly stifled. Zhang Liao was also under immense pressure, so he took the lead in shouting to boost morale.

"Soldiers, reinforcements have arrived! We are saved!"

"Ow!"

Everyone cheered excitedly. It had been a difficult journey for everyone to hold on until now. If reinforcements didn't arrive soon, even if Tadun didn't continue his attack, many people would collapse from exhaustion.

Zhang Liao raised his broadsword and shouted, "Anyone who isn't afraid of death, come down the mountain with me to kill the enemy!"

"General, count me in!"

"I am coming too!"

"Count me in too!"

One by one, they mustered their courage and stepped forward. Everyone admired Zhang Liao and was willing to fight alongside him.

Because Zhang Liao treated everyone equally and never looked down on any soldier, he was willing to share weal and woe with everyone. No matter what the matter was, as long as Zhang Liao took the lead, he would never lack followers.

Soon, Zhang Liao gathered several hundred men and said to them, "Although reinforcements have arrived, we must show them that we have hands and feet and dare to fight the enemy to the death. We are not just people who can only beg for help from others!"

"Those who aren't afraid of death, follow me down the mountain and fight your way through!"

Zhang Liao shouted, and the crowd responded enthusiastically. Although many of them were still hungry, their fighting spirit remained high and fervent.

Led by Zhang Liao, the group charged down the mountain like tigers descending a mountain.

The sounds of battle were everywhere. As the battle progressed, Tadun was soon awakened. Chaos reigned outside, with bloody scenes of fighting everywhere.

Tadun hurriedly put on his clothes and crawled out of the tent.

People were everywhere outside, and the Wuhuan people were running around in all directions. Some of them were naked and hurriedly putting on their clothes as they ran. Some of them tripped over their own people after only a few steps, screaming and howling. Everyone was terrified.

Tadun was furious. He grabbed a steel knife and slashed a Wuhuan man who was trying to run past him, knocking him to the ground. He yelled, "Don't panic! Don't run! Gather here immediately!"

Tadun's shouts did have some effect; the nearby Wuhuan people turned around and ran over, and more and more people gathered. Even the strategist Kuisang ran over with a mournful face.

"Chief, something terrible has happened! The group on the mountain is just bait. We have been surrounded by the Han army."

"How many people are on the other side?" This was what Tadun desperately wanted to know.

Quesang pointed around and replied with a look of terror in his eyes, "They're everywhere, all over the mountains and fields, there are at least tens of thousands of them."

Tadun's army numbered 30,000, and Zhang He's army also numbered 30,000. Under extreme fear, coupled with the chaotic night, Kuisang found it difficult to obtain accurate information about the Han army.

"Kill them! Don't let Tadun escape!"

Tian Yu was the first to spot Tadun and led his men straight towards them.

At first, Tadun didn't take Tian Yu seriously, and shouted disdainfully, "All soldiers, follow me to meet the enemy!"

He immediately led his men to rush towards Tian Yu, who was charging at high speed. The two groups of people collided instantly, like two torrents.

Tian Yu wielded his broadsword wildly, hacking and slashing furiously. His eyes were already bloodshot. He killed several people one by one, his face and body splattered with blood.

Tian Yu was one of the few people who was both a scholar and a warrior, capable of serving as both a strategist and a soldier.

Tian Yu led his men forward and quickly locked onto Tadun, who was strong and powerful and wielded a large sword.

Although Tadun had a large number of men around him, they were no match for the ferocious Han army. Soon, a gap was torn in Tadun's ranks, and Tian Yu quickly broke through.

Tian Yu charged forward bravely, reaching Tadun's side. The two clashed with swords. Although Tadun was exceptionally strong, the situation was far from optimistic.

The Han army continued to encircle this area from all directions. Tadun and Tian Yu managed to fight for more than a dozen rounds, but seeing that the situation was not good, they decisively chose to retreat.

Fortunately, Wuhuan people kept joining along the way, constantly hindering Tian Yu's pursuit, and Tadun finally managed to shake off Tian Yu temporarily.

However, the exit from the foot of the mountain was blocked. While gathering his troops, Tadun tried to find a place to break out, but several attempts failed. Zhang He personally led his men to guard the exit. As Tian Yu and Yan Rou continued to tighten the encirclement, Tadun's pressure increased.

As for the small groups of Wuhuan people who couldn't gather in time, their fate was even worse. They were quickly surrounded and swallowed up by the Han army, and submerged in the overwhelming offensive.

Despite the freezing weather and biting wind, Tadun broke out in a cold sweat.

"What should we do? Where should we break out?"

Suddenly, a troop of men rushed down from the high mountain behind them like a torrent, and someone shouted: "You thief general, don't run! Zhang Liao is here!"

That shout was like a thunderclap, startling Tadun so much that he jumped in fright.

After such a long and fierce battle, Tadun had almost forgotten about the people on the mountain and was only paying attention to those below.

Tadun quickly turned around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other side had only sent a few hundred people.

He had at least two thousand men around him; for a few hundred people to want to kill him was simply wishful thinking.

Tadun waved to Kuisang, instructing him to lead some men to block Zhang Liao.

Before Kuisang could make any arrangements, Zhang Liao led his men to the front. Zhang Liao's face was cold and stern. Without any unnecessary words, he rushed over, raised his sword and slashed. In just one exchange, he beheaded a minor leader of the Wuhuan people. Blood gushed out from his chest cavity. Before the body fell, Zhang Liao moved on to the next person.

Zhang Liao's swordsmanship was ruthless. His gleaming broadsword, accompanied by the howling cold wind, slashed wildly through the crowd, sending up sprays of blood.

One step kills one person; every step is merciless!
Zhang Liao tore open a gap, and like a war god possessed, he approached Kuisang with incredible speed. Kuisang was terrified, not expecting that so many people couldn't stop him. He hurriedly shouted, "Attack! Stop them!"

A cowardly soldier is just one coward, but a cowardly general makes a whole army cowardly. The general is the courage of the soldiers. Zhang Liao was fearless and charged forward desperately. None of the soldiers he brought were cowards. They followed closely behind Zhang Liao, charging forward with all their might, brandishing their swords and spears, and killing the Wuhuan people who blocked their way one after another.

They were unstoppable. The Wuhuan people fell to the ground in droves. Zhang Liao and his men were like a sharp knife, advancing relentlessly!

Kuisang's expression changed as Zhang Liao pounced on him. Kuisang turned to run, but Zhang Liao was too fast. He spurred his horse like the wind, and as soon as the horse arrived, so did the man and his blade.

As soon as Kuisang turned around to see if Zhang Liao had caught up, a flash of bright, cold light suddenly appeared before him. Immediately afterward, a chill ran down his neck, his vision blurred, and in a dizzying spin, his head detached from his body and flew into the air.

After killing Kuisang, Zhang Liao shuddered and charged straight towards Tadun's location.

Zhang Liao rode his horse at breakneck speed, charging into the Wuhuan crowd and unstoppable. This scene was witnessed by many Han soldiers. Tian Yu, who was relatively close, did not recognize Zhang Liao and asked in surprise, "Who is that? How can he be so brave?"

Just then, Zhang Liao shouted, "Tadun, don't run! Zhang Liao is here!"

Tian Yu couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's him! Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan!"

Having just barely exchanged a glance with Tadun, Tian Yu was quite clear about Tadun's abilities; Tadun possessed extraordinary strength and was by no means an ordinary person.

Zhang Liao brandished his broadsword and charged forward bravely, causing chaos and bloodshed wherever he went.

The biggest weakness of the Wuhuan people was their lack of training; they were a poorly assembled motley crew. Therefore, no matter how many of them there were, Zhang Liao was not afraid.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. The more fearless you are, the more your enemies will fear you.

The Wuhuan people screamed in agony, but Zhang Liao fought with increasing ferocity, displaying astonishing fighting spirit and combat skills. Wherever he went, flesh and blood flew and heads rolled.

Inspired by Zhang Liao, the soldiers he brought also went on a killing spree.

Seeing this, many of the Wuhuan people panicked and scattered in fright, which further fueled Zhang Liao's fighting spirit. He galloped forward at breakneck speed, his horse's hooves kicking up fierce snowflakes. Every hoofbeat struck the enemy's heart, shocking and instilling fear in them.

Tadun's face changed, and his warhorse began to stagger backward, as if it had already sensed the approach of death.

Horses are very intelligent; if their owner is timid, the horse will become even more timid.

Tadun broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounded, and he even considered turning around and running away.

He sensed an overwhelming killing intent emanating from Zhang Liao; this man was far more powerful than he had imagined.

"Come die!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Liao arrived in front of Tadun's horse.

Zhang Liao roared and unleashed a powerful strike, aiming a fierce blow at Tadun's head.

The blade whistled, and an astonishing chill enveloped Tadun.

Tadun instinctively raised his knife to block, but he underestimated Zhang Liao's strength. With a clang, Tadun's whole body trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the knife, which went astray.

Zhang Liao's strike went slightly off course, and because of Tadun's obstruction, it landed on Tadun's shoulder, causing Tadun to let out a scream of pain. Several Wuhuan people beside him tried to rush over to help, but Zhang Liao quickly swept his blade across, easily repelling the enemies.

Zhang Liao raised his sword again and slashed down with a furious shoulder strike. Covered in blood, Zhang Liao was like a god of death possessed. Before Tadun could retaliate, his head was chopped off with a soft thud.

Although the battlefield was still in chaos, with all sorts of sounds blaring, a strange silence, a deathly silence, fell around Tadun's corpse!

The surrounding Wuhuan people were dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Zhang Liao. Tadun's corpse lay on the ground, ignored by everyone.

No one was sad, no one was upset, and no one wanted to avenge Tadun, because everyone was terrified by Zhang Liao!

Zhang Liao used the tip of his knife to lift Tadun's head, raised his left hand above his head, scanned the surroundings, and sneered arrogantly, "Tadun is dead, Tadun is dead!"

Zhang Liao led the shouting, and the soldiers behind him followed suit, repeating the chant over and over again.

"Tadun is dead! Tadun is dead!"

The Wuhuan people were completely devastated. Leaderless and in dire straits, they had utterly lost their will to fight.

However, Tian Yu and his men did not stop there; this battle was of paramount importance.

It is not only necessary to intimidate foreign tribes, but also to intimidate figures like Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan.

Liu Xie wanted everyone to know that the emperor of the Han Dynasty was not to be trifled with!
So when Zhang Liao saw the Han army continue their fierce attack and even shout the slogan "annihilate the enemy," he was deeply shocked.

But Zhang Liao did not hesitate at all, and immediately joined Tian Yu and others to continue the attack on the enemy.

Tian Yu, Zhang Liao, and Yan Rou herded the enemy like sheep on the mountain, while Zhang He guarded the passage below, completely blocking the enemy's escape route.

Despite the emotional collapse of the Wuhuan people, with many even considering surrendering, they still had no way to survive.

The battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre, which lasted from nightfall to dawn and then back to nightfall.

Li Dian told Xue Ti about the situation, and Xue Ti was also shocked. "What? Is this true? Zhang He actually intends to annihilate them all?"

Li Dian nodded vigorously. "Yes, we've been fighting for two days now. The enemy has long since collapsed, but the battle is far from over!"

"It seems His Majesty has given Zhang He a death order!" Xue Ti sighed helplessly, his eyes wide open.

"Having known His Majesty for so long, this is the most surprising thing he has ever done to me."

"The battle could have ended long ago, but instead, His Majesty ordered the complete extermination of tens of thousands of Wuhuan people. He is truly... too ruthless!"

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang He's tall figure stood on a high slope, watching quietly. The fighting on the mountain had become very sporadic, and the commotion was getting smaller and smaller. The situation had been completely brought under control. As far as the eye could see, the entire mountain was covered with bloody corpses.

But Zhang He's face remained unwavering; he wouldn't let his guard down until the battle was over.

Whether it's killing 30,000 people or even more, Zhang He will not hesitate in the slightest.

Sima Yi stood beside him and watched for a while. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he secretly swallowed. This was the first time he had ever experienced such a scene, and it deeply shocked him.

He knew that the emperor's actions were not solely aimed at the Wuhuan people.

Once the news spread that Tadun's 30,000 troops had been completely annihilated, no one dared to underestimate the emperor anymore.

Defeating 30,000 men and annihilating 30,000 men are worlds apart.

The thought that he had once feigned illness and was finally forgiven by the emperor made Sima Yi no longer dare to harbor any illusions.

We must stand firm on our position and never become His Majesty's enemy!

(End of this chapter)