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Chapter 227 Who Says the Han Dynasty is Dead? [22]

As the Wei army gradually approached the Wuhuan camp, all attempts to conceal the truth were futile.

After all, the momentum of more than 10,000 cavalrymen galloping at full speed was like muffled thunder, and it was impossible to conceal it.

Therefore, when the Han cavalry were still several miles away from the Wuhuan camp, a sharp whistling sound of an arrow rang out and echoed over the Wuhuan camp in an instant.

However, it was too late. The Han cavalry arrived in the blink of an eye, and at the edge of the camp, they had no wooden fence to stop them, only scattered felt tents.

Even with the sound of whistling arrows as a warning, not many Wuhuan people were able to wake up from their sleep in the rush.

After all, this is the northern frontier, not Han territory.

At the same time, Wei Zhe, under the central army banner, did not hesitate at all.

He led a thousand people in a horizontal line, which moved forward like waves.

So when Qiuliju emerged from the white tent, disheveled, all he saw was a sea of ​​fire.

Wave after wave of Han cavalry swept through the Wuhuan camp, leaving a trail of flames wherever they went.

The large tents, originally made of fur and bark, were transformed into bonfires that danced wildly in the night wind.

As for the Wuhuan people who were fast asleep inside the tents, those who were lucky were able to escape in time, while those who were unlucky either hid in the sea of ​​fire or were trampled and killed by wave after wave of Han cavalry.

No, right now, most people are actually dying at the hands of their own people.

"No! No!" Qiu Liju's eyes widened in terror: "Quickly, quickly gather your troops and counterattack!"

In fact, before Qiuliju could even speak, his personal guards were already running around the camp shouting.

However, the reason why raids on camps are so difficult to resolve is because human fear is intractable.

Otherwise, Zhang Liao would not have been able to accomplish the feat of defeating 100,000 with only 800!
After all, even if he had eight hundred Lu Bus, it would be impossible for him to defeat an army of one hundred thousand.

……

Meanwhile, at the Wuhuan vanguard camp.

Wei Zhe also led a thousand cavalrymen into the city, killing and burning!
Illuminated by the surrounding firelight, Wei Zhe, his black armor stained with blood, leaped onto his horse, spear in hand, shouting and brandishing his lance. His steed, from Fuyu Shuaibin, was like a dragon, incredibly fierce and powerful.

With the help of his horse and the horse's strength, he cut through everything in his path as if it were oil. Any Wuhuan people who stood in his way were either stabbed to death with his long spear or vomited blood and died from the impact of his warhorse.

"Kill the thief!"

With a ferocious expression, Wei Zhe lifted a rather brave young Wuhuan leader high into the air and then flung him into the nearby Wuhuan camp. Immediately, a scene of chaos ensued, with men and horses falling and screams of terror filling the air.

At the same time, Zhao Yun, not far away, was also incredibly fierce.

For some reason, after the bloody battle of Changshan Pass, Zhao Yun's killing intent surged like a sharpened blade.

For example, at this moment, his white armor was stained red with the blood of the enemy, and his green horse was like a dragon, moving like the wind in the enemy camp. Almost all the Wuhuan people who could rush to Wei Zhe's side were filtered out by him.

The truly troublesome and tough opponents have basically all died at his hands.

Despite his gentle and refined appearance, he was like a raging fire at this moment, and wherever he rode, the surrounding Wuhuan people scattered in disarray.

The phrase "swift as the wind, aggressive as fire" perfectly describes Zhao Yun.

In contrast, Wu Zhong and Jiao Shan, who were protecting Wei Zhe, were like bears, heavy and solid.

Gradually, as the Han cavalry continued to penetrate deeper into the territory, the Wuhuan camp, which stretched for several miles, was completely thrown into chaos.

When Wei Zhe saw the towering Deer Antler General Pillar and the white horse banner in the distance, his eyes lit up.

Unlike the Xianbei, who inherited the Xiongnu people's lineage, the Wuhuan people used blue oxen as sacrifices and white horses as banners. Wherever the white horse banner was, there was a Wuhuan leader.

"Zilong!" Wei Zhe immediately shouted, pointing his long spear at the richly dressed middle-aged man under the white banner, and laughed loudly, "Today is the day to slay generals and seize banners!"

"Hahaha~ Your humble servant obeys!"

Zhao Yun laughed heartily, roared, and charged forward, reining in his horse.

At the same time, Qiu Liju, in the distance, roared furiously, "Kill! Kill all these Han people!"

Having finally managed to gather over a thousand men around him, he knew how dangerous the situation was. If he couldn't drive the Han army out of the camp, the Wuhuan tribesmen in the winter camp would probably be wiped out.

Therefore, even though he had been living a life of luxury for a long time, Qiu Liju still did not hesitate to ride his horse and draw his sword, leading the young men of his tribe to fight back.

To be honest, his brave and fearless performance did indeed calm many of the panicked Wuhuan people down.

However, before Qiuliju could gather his men together, Zhao Yun had already charged in.

Even with thousands of troops in front of him, Zhao Yun showed no fear. Though covered in blood, he was even more heroic.

Qiu Liju was already shocked and furious. When he saw Zhao Yun leading more than a hundred cavalrymen charging towards him recklessly, clearly disregarding the surrounding Wuhuan cavalry, he immediately roared in anger, "The Han dogs have gone too far in bullying me!"

Before he finished speaking, he led the more than a thousand Hu cavalrymen who had gathered around him to counterattack Zhao Yun.

Qiu Liju was not unaware of Zhao Yun's bravery, but he still wanted to kill such a Han warrior to boost morale.

Zhao Yun's head alone is worth more than the heads of over a hundred ordinary Han cavalrymen.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yun, who was far away, was not surprised but delighted and immediately accelerated his charge.

For a time, the two of them actually started a "two-way journey"!
Zhao Yun wielded his spear with sweeping, powerful strokes, striking and sweeping, leaving the Wuhuan cavalry unable to hinder him in the slightest.

Although there were only a hundred or so riders, under Zhao Yun's leadership, they had the power to make ten thousand troops retreat.

As the two drew closer, Qiu Liju gradually sensed something was amiss.

"Quick, shoot!"

Seeing that Zhao Yun had easily killed several Wuhuan warriors and the young Wuhuan leader beside him, Qiu Liju dared not be careless and ordered his many Hu soldiers to fire at him.

What he didn't know was that Zhao Yun was not only skilled in horseback riding and fighting, but also had exceptional archery skills.

Compared to Taishi Ci, Zhao Yun may be slightly inferior, but with his archery skills, calling him a divine archer is by no means an exaggeration.

Under the cover of a hundred Han cavalrymen, Zhao Yun charged forward an arrow's length with the corpse of a Wuhuan youth on his head, then immediately drew his bow and fired.

In an instant, Qiuliju, standing not far away under the white banner, fell to the ground.

The surrounding Wuhuan cavalry immediately cried out in alarm, their faces filled with fear in the firelight.

They were initially full of fighting spirit, but with the death of their leader, Qiuliju, they suddenly lost their backbone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Yun and the others finally rushed to the front of the white horse banner and cut the banner in half with a single stroke.

Zhao Yun caught up with Qiuliju's personal guards, snatched Qiuliju's corpse from their hands, beheaded him, and then stuck his head into a spear. He ran around, shouting wildly in the Wuhuan language: "Qiuliju is dead!"

Upon seeing this, the accompanying Han cavalry also shouted in unison, and in an instant, the surrounding hundreds of paces fell silent. Many of the Wuhuan people who had just been resisting turned around and saw that the white horse banner was broken and Qiuliju had been beheaded. Their faces were filled with despair, and for a moment they seemed to have lost all their strength, letting their swords slip from their hands.

Upon seeing this amidst the distant mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Wei Zhe burst into joyful laughter.

He knew that he had ultimately won this gamble...

(End of this chapter)