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Chapter 244 A Two-Hundred-Year Cycle [22]

Evening, on the southern slope of Langjuxu Mountain.

Looking at Wei Zhe, who was covered in dust and dirt, not far away, Budugen felt a deep sense of resentment.

He was so close, so very close, to capturing this cunning cavalry.

The more pathetic Wei Zhe's escape was, the more bitter Bu Dugen felt.

After glancing at the sky, Budugen finally suppressed his restless heart.

"withdraw……"

However, before Budugen could utter the words "withdraw troops," a deafening sound of horses' hooves rang out.

In the blink of an eye, more than 10,000 Han soldiers charged toward this place like arrows released from a bow.

Upon seeing this scene, Budugen's expression immediately froze.

"Impossible...they must have escaped, they must have..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yun, who was in front of the reinforcements, threw a flagpole from afar. As the flagpole was planted diagonally into the grassland, a tattered wolf-head banner was unfurled in the wind.

Seeing this, Budugen was finally speechless.

Because that was the banner of his elder brother Fuluohan, if Fuluohan were not dead after the banner was taken away, he would be in grave danger.

In other words... the Han army really won on the western battlefield?
Upon realizing this, the Xianbei army, which had been arrogant and domineering just moments before, was thrown into chaos.

The higher the social standing of the Xianbei nobles, the more panicked and fearful they felt at this moment.

Even now, the combined Han army under Wei Zhe and Zhao Yun numbered only 15,000 cavalry, still fewer than Budugen's forces, but they had lost the will to fight.

"withdraw!"

This time, Budugen finally gave up completely and fled without hesitation.

This time, however, he did not retreat to another battlefield, but instead retreated directly to the north.

The more joyful the chase had been, the more pathetic Budugen's escape became.

The ebb and flow of morale also leads to the ebb and flow of combat power.

The Xianbei elites, devoid of fighting spirit, were now no different from ordinary tribal slave soldiers.

Wei Zhe and Zhao Yun followed closely like a pack of wolves, relentlessly tearing at him and launching the final hunt!

When the war had progressed to this point, both sides basically understood that the outcome was already decided.

Gradually, the number of Xianbei cavalry around Budugen dwindled. Some were shot and killed by Han cavalry, some were hastily overwhelmed by Han cavalry, and some voluntarily left Budugen's side and knelt on the grassland to surrender.

Because of this defeat, Budugen has essentially lost all his chips.

No one will follow a loser again, even if the previous one was their leader.

In fact, the fact that these defeated soldiers were able to hold out until this point before surrendering was already quite commendable of them.

As a result, in the chase, Budugen's cavalry dwindled.

Fortunately, it was already late, otherwise Bu Dugen would have had no chance of survival.

Even so, Wei Zhe still did not let him go, and instead, he and Zhao Yun took turns leading troops to pursue him.

With the Han army taking turns pursuing and resting, Budugen's fate was already sealed!

Several days later, on the shore of Beihai Lake. Looking at the rippling blue water before him, Wei Zhe, who had been exhausted, suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

Especially now, with the morning mist still lingering, every gentle breeze that brushes across the lake's surface ripples with countless silvery scales. Startled waterbirds skim over the cliffs, their wingtips sweeping across the water's surface, leaving trails of refreshing, deep blue.

The primordial and boundless atmosphere seemed to permeate the entire world, making one marvel at the greatness of nature.

"In the past two hundred years, I am the only one who has been able to lead the Han army to this place!"

After a long while, Wei Zhe, clad in black armor, looked at the vast lake and couldn't help but sigh:

"The annals of history will not allow Huo Qubing to monopolize the glory!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun, who was standing behind Wei Zhe, immediately agreed.

Indeed, since Huo Qubing, in the past two hundred years, only Wei Zhe has been able to lead the Han army to this place.

The place where Su Wu once herded sheep has finally welcomed visitors from the Han Dynasty once again!
Unfortunately, before Wei Zhe could even recite a few sentimental poems about the past and present, a cloud of dust billowed up in the distance.

A short while later, Yan Rou was seen leading a burly man with a yellow beard, wearing a conical hat and deerskin.

Before Wei Zhe could speak, the man suddenly knelt down and respectfully bowed to Wei Zhe.

"Great General, the Dingling people offer you their sincerest respect!"

After saying that, he hilariously prostrated himself in front of Wei Zhe and shrugged a few times.

The girl following behind him knelt on the ground with a look of fear on her face, and then held the severed head in her hands high.

There was no other way; although the Dingling people lived in a remote area, they were not isolated from the world.

When the Han court recruited the Wuhuan and Xianbei to attack the Xiongnu, the Dingling people also assisted them, so they had a basic understanding of the surrounding area.

In particular, they also have a branch called Nan Dingling in southern Mongolia, and they occasionally keep in touch with each other.

They could also get news from the Han Dynasty and the grasslands, but the news cycle was very long.

For example, the burly man in front of him only knew that the Han army had once again marched beyond the Great Wall to attack the Xianbei, the overlords of the grasslands, but he did not expect that the Han general who came back this time would be so ruthless, actually venturing deep into the northern desert and chasing them all the way to the northern coast.

Judging from the situation, the Han people have undoubtedly won this great battle.

Alas, the heroes of the Han people are endless, and even when the dynasty has declined, they can still sweep across the grasslands.

How could he dare to be disrespectful to such a killer?

After carefully examining him, Wei Zhe realized that it was indeed Budugen and nodded slightly.

Upon seeing this, Yan Rou immediately stepped forward and explained:
"Your Majesty, this man is Busabo, the leader of the Dingling Yuanhe clan. Budugen was the one who led the search and capture."

"When I arrived, Budugen was already dead."

Hearing this, Wei Zhe waved his hand with a smile and said:
"Get up, stand up and talk."

In a way, Bu Sabo saved Wei Zhe a lot of trouble.

Although Budugen had almost no guards left under Wei Zhe's pursuit, if he were to escape, he would still be a potential threat, and this great victory in the northern desert would be somewhat flawed.

Fortunately, Beihai was the territory of the Dingling people, otherwise Wei Zhe would not want to continue playing hide-and-seek with him on the vast grassland.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhe's heart stirred, and looking at the respectful man before him, he suddenly chuckled:

"Busabo, do you want to become the King of Dingling?"
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Last night, while I was writing, I felt something was off, and I felt that this wasn't the right place to end the chapter, so I just put them all together and posted them.

(End of this chapter)