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A shattering sound rang out, and countless streams of blood splattered upwards.

Thousands of Xiongnu soldiers were overturned and crushed like paper by the fire oxen…

Not to mention flesh and blood, even warhorses that couldn't dodge in time were knocked to the ground in droves by the fire bulls.

The "fire dragon" surged forward, smashing through the Xiongnu people until it burst out of the northern valley.

Hu Chuquan stopped his horse on the hillside, his mouth agape, dumbfounded, as he watched in astonishment as his 40,000 troops were trampled by 500 fire oxen, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

It wasn't until the fire ox had gone far away and disappeared into the North Valley that Hu Chuquan shivered violently and came back to his senses.

Upon closer inspection, Hu Chuquan was startled and dropped the horsewhip from his hand.

The valley was filled with blood and devastation.

The ground was littered with shattered grain carts and scattered with the mangled remains of Huns. The surviving but severely wounded Huns, some with broken arms or legs, lay on the ground, wailing in agony for help.

Such a horrifying, even nauseating scene was something Izumi Kouchi had never seen in his life.

This Xiongnu Chanyu, who had killed countless people throughout his life, was now trembling with fear.

A mere five hundred fire bulls have apparently caused at least tens of thousands of deaths and injuries!

Its power is so great that it is terrifying!
"Great Chanyu, our army has suffered heavy casualties and must retreat from the valley entrance immediately. I fear the Han army has other plans in store."

Liu Bao, who also survived, disregarded his panic and shook Hu Chuquan's arm tremblingly.

Hu Chuquan shuddered, suddenly snapped back to reality, and cried out urgently:

"Order the entire army to retreat to the valley entrance immediately, immediately—"

The shouts of the Shesitir also roused the terrified Hun soldiers, making them realize that they were still alive.

So the remaining tens of thousands of Xiongnu people, those with horses, fled wildly on horseback, while those without horses scrambled and crawled towards the valley entrance.

After being subjected to the fire ox formation, the Xiongnu were clearly thrown into chaos, fleeing in terror like ants in a collapsed nest.

On the high hill.

Deng Ai stared at the terrifying power of the Fire Ox Formation once again, and couldn't help but gasp.

Back then, in order to deal with Cao Cao's iron cavalry, Xiao He once used the fire ox formation, which routed tens of thousands of Cao Wei cavalry.

This is the second time Xiao He has used it after many years.

This time, the fire ox formation is far more lethal than it was back then.

The reason is that the terrain of White Wave Valley is just too suitable for using the Fire Ox Formation.

"Grand Marshal, the Xiongnu have suffered heavy losses. We should... we should launch our second attack!"

Once Deng Ai had recovered from his shock, he turned around and excitedly reminded him.

Xiao He continued to leisurely sip his fragrant tea, merely nodding slightly.

Deng Ai understood and immediately ordered the second beacon fire to be lit.

In an instant, another thick plume of black smoke rose from the hilltop, soaring into the sky.

Upon receiving the order, the more than 10,000 Han soldiers who had been lying in ambush behind the hillside all came out.

Five thousand repeating crossbows were aimed at the fleeing Xiongnu people at the foot of the hill.

The repeating crossbow—this was the second generous gift Xiao He had prepared for Hu Chuquan.

"Boom-boom-boom!"

The war drums sounded.

Five thousand crossbowmen immediately pulled the triggers.

In an instant, it was as if ten thousand birds were taking flight, their piercing buzzing drowning out all other sounds in the world, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Ten arrows fired in quick succession!

In the blink of an eye, fifty thousand sharp arrows shot out like lightning and thunder, like an impenetrable net descending from the sky and enveloping the fleeing Xiongnu.

"A repeating crossbow?"

As Hu Chuquan fled, he looked up and saw the dense, sky-covering rain of arrows, and cried out in alarm.

In the blink of an eye, 50,000 arrows arrived simultaneously.

What a terrifying concept this is!
At that moment, the sky seemed to be covered by a giant net, as if the end of the world had arrived. The next instant, a rain of arrows fell to the ground.

The sounds of flesh being pierced, the screams of soldiers, the neighing of warhorses...

In a moment of desperation, Hu Chuquan had no choice but to cleverly hide under his horse's belly, using his mount as a shield.

He was so terrified that he closed his eyes tightly, afraid to look around, lest the horrific scene cause him to have a mental breakdown.

Finally, the sound of arrows stopped.

All that could be heard were the mournful cries of horses and men.

Hu Chuquan's mount was also nailed into a pincushion, and it fell to the ground with a mournful cry, pinning down half of his body.

"Protect the Great Khan!"

The surviving Xiongnu guards stumbled forward and dragged Huchuquan out from under his warhorse.

Still shaken, Hu Chuquan glanced around, gasped, and froze again.

Looking across the entire valley, one could see Xiongnu soldiers everywhere, riddled with arrows, each one almost turned into a hedgehog.

In just this volley of arrows, nearly four or five thousand Xiongnu people were hit and fell to the ground.

Hu Chuquan and his ancestors had all experienced the sharpness of the Han people's arrows.

But Li Cheng's situation was something he never dreamed of.

"Is this a repeating crossbow?"

"These are not weapons that mortals could possess; they are divine weapons that only gods in heaven could have!"

Hu Chuquan muttered to himself, so startled that he became incoherent.

"Help me onto my horse, let's go, protect me as I go~~"

Hu Chuquan struggled to his feet, climbed onto a surviving warhorse, and desperately tried to escape this hellish place.

"Great Chanyu, save me, save me!"

A familiar voice sounded.

Hu Chuquan turned around and saw Liu Bao lying on the ground not far away, wounded by an arrow, pleading with him in agony.

This Xiongnu Left Wise King was struck by five arrows, and his appearance was gruesome.

Liu Bao was a trusted confidant; under normal circumstances, Hu Chuquan would not have abandoned him.

Huchuquan, however, was terrified by the combined attack of the fire ox formation and the repeating crossbows.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind:
Run for your life!

When Liu Bao asked for help, Hu Chuquan only glanced at him before galloping away without hesitation.

If the Chanyu (ruler) is like this, what about the ordinary soldiers?

The surviving Xiongnu soldiers ignored Liu Bao, abandoning their armor and weapons, and rushed to escape.

"Great Chanyu, Great Chanyu—"

Liu Bao pleaded desperately, his face contorting with pain and despair, but he could only watch helplessly as Hu Chuquan abandoned him and walked away…

On the slopes of the two flanks.

The cheers of the Han soldiers, as loud as a tidal wave, had already resounded over the valley.

Xiao He gave another order, and more than 10,000 Han soldiers, with the force of an avalanche, rushed towards the Xiongnu people in the valley.

The Xiongnu dared not resist, abandoning their wounded comrades and fleeing for their lives.

Those Xiongnu who were caught up by the Han army, unable to escape, were slaughtered by the ruthless Han army like slicing vegetables and cutting melons.

"That was exhilarating! That battle was truly thrilling!"

Deng Ai watched the Xiongnu people suffer a terrible fate, and clapped his hands and laughed excitedly.

"It's not over yet, the best is yet to come."

Xiao He slowly rose, pointed his teacup northward, and sneered:
"Light the third smoke signal so that Zilong can prepare for the final battle."

"We agreed to annihilate all 40,000 Xiongnu, so we can't go back on our word." (End of Chapter)