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Chapter 427 The Grand Marshal's plans are flawless! Xiao He: Annihilate all the Xiongnu dogs, leave no one alive!

White wave valley mouth.

More than 10,000 Han cavalrymen have already lined up on the banks of the Fen River.

Zhao Yun stood with his spear at the ready, his eagle eyes fixed on the direction of the valley entrance.

When these 10,000 cavalrymen retreated, they did not enter the valley, but instead took pre-prepared rafts and crossed to the east bank of the Fen River to hide.

The Baibo Valley Road is located on the west bank of the Fen River, which is why these 10,000 cavalrymen were able to evade the notice of the Xiongnu.

After seeing that all the Xiongnu had entered the valley, Zhao Yun ordered the army to cross the river again and return to the west bank of the Fen River.

Thus, these 10,000 iron cavalry appeared on the flanks and rear of the Xiongnu without anyone noticing.

"General of Chariots and Cavalry, the third beacon fire has been raised!"

One of the White Horse Cavalrymen pointed excitedly at the smoke signals rising from White Wave Valley.

Zhao Yun stared intently and saw a third plume of smoke rising from the valley and soaring into the sky.

That was the signal that Xiao and he had agreed upon beforehand.

This means that the fire ox formation and the crossbow ambush were both successful, and the remaining Xiongnu cavalry were fleeing towards the north valley entrance.

Next, it was his turn to perform with ten thousand Han cavalry.

"Intercept and capture all fleeing Xiongnu, not a single one or horseman!"

Zhao Yun recalled Xiao He's parting instructions.

A murderous intent blazed in his eyes, and Zhao Yun unleashed his Dragon's Gallant Spear, shouting fiercely:
"Han cavalry, listen to my command! Follow me and charge!"

"Slaughter all the barbarian dogs, leave no one alive!"

Zhao Yun spurred his horse and charged forward.

The chilling bugle call sounded, and the order to attack was given.

Ten thousand Han cavalry, accompanied by deafening battle cries, surged out from the west bank of the Fen River like a tidal wave, heading towards the North Valley entrance.

They hadn't gone far when they saw several hundred fire oxen charging out from the valley entrance.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of Xiongnu people, like frightened birds or stray dogs, fled in panic.

Judging from the Huns' disheveled state, they had clearly suffered heavy losses and were fleeing in defeat.

"The Grand Marshal's plans are indeed flawless as ever..."

Zhao Yun sighed, then laughed loudly, and spurred his horse even faster.

Ten thousand iron cavalry, like tigers and wolves that had been starving for a long time, pounced on the fleeing remnants of the Xiongnu army.

In front.

Under the protection of Qu Bei and his group, Hu Chuquan was desperately fleeing for his life.

The moment he escaped the valley, Hu Chuquan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at having escaped to the heavens.

Looking around, the 40,000 cavalry had suffered more than half casualties, a tragedy beyond description.

Hu Chuquan is heartbroken.

They sacrificed a full 20,000 elite cavalrymen, who were the cream of the crop among the Southern Xiongnu's elite forces.

Having suffered such a devastating blow, how could he face his people and explain himself to his Xiongnu subjects?
After all, when the decision was made on whether to send troops to help Wei, there were quite a few voices of opposition among the five Xiongnu tribes.

Most people believe that with the Han Dynasty's power so great, the fall of the Wei Kingdom was probably inevitable.

At this time, it was really not worth risking offending the Han Dynasty by sending troops to help Wei for the sake of a mere four commanderies.

He defied public opinion, acted arbitrarily, and, with the authority of the Great Chanyu, forcibly gathered 40,000 Xiongnu to march south and participate.

But now, with more than half of his troops lost in the battle and suffering heavy losses, if the news reaches the royal court, wouldn't it make those who opposed his military campaign laugh at him?
At that time, his prestige will likely plummet, and there will be quite a few ambitious individuals who will jump out to compete with him for the position of Chanyu.

"Great Chanyu, although we suffered heavy losses in this battle, we still managed to preserve half of our iron cavalry."

"With these 20,000 iron cavalry in hand, we still have the confidence to fight the Han Dynasty again. The outcome of this battle is still uncertain!"

However, the Right Wise King Qu Bei was full of resentment and was still able to confidently cheer for Hu Chuquan.

Hu Chuquan's confidence swelled slightly, and he forced an arrogant expression onto his face, coldly snorting:

"You're right. I still have 20,000 iron cavalry at my disposal. I haven't lost yet. I—"

The words have not yet fallen.

A somber bugle call sounded along the banks of the Fen River.

Immediately afterwards, countless iron cavalry, carrying the force of an apocalypse, swept towards them.

"Han...Han cavalry?" Hu Chuquan exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening as if he had seen a ghost.

From the east, more than 10,000 Han cavalrymen, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, are intercepting us!

"How is this possible? How could the Han army appear at the entrance to the North Valley?"

"That's impossible! Our scouts didn't discover any Han cavalry lying in ambush at the valley entrance!"

"This, this, this..."

Qu Bei, who was originally confident and defiant, now had his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

The fleeing Xiongnu were in complete chaos.

They originally thought that they had finally escaped the valley and saved their lives.

Who could have predicted that the Han army would actually lay down a third deadly trap at the mouth of the valley!
At this moment, the Xiongnu were on the verge of collapse, abandoning their armor and weapons, and their morale was utterly broken.

Under such circumstances, how could they possibly be a match for this Han army that had descended from the heavens?
"Xiao He, that treacherous villain, actually set up an ambush here. Is it truly Heaven's will to destroy this Chanyu?"

Startled awake, Hu Chuquan was instantly enveloped in terror, and let out a desperate cry to the sky.

Qu Bei gritted his teeth and said sternly:

"Great Chanyu, things have come to this point, we have no way to retreat, we can only fight our way out."

"If the Great Chanyu perishes here, our Great Xiongnu will be finished."

"We will risk our lives to ensure that the Great Chanyu survives and gets through this!"

Hu Chuquan felt a jolt in his heart, and a surge of passion inexplicably ignited within him.

Qu Bei's tragic and resolute determination to fight to the death ignited a spark of courage in Hu Chuquan, making him realize that he still had a glimmer of hope.

"You're right, how could I, Hu Chuquan, die in a place like this? I haven't lost yet!"

"Warriors of the Great Xiongnu, follow me, and fight your way out!"

Hu Chuquan brandished his broadsword, roared, spurred his horse, and charged forward.

Driven by their will to survive, the remaining Xiongnu cavalry charged northward like trapped beasts.

After a while.

The surging Han cavalry crashed down like sharp swords.

In an instant, countless pillars of blood rose into the air once again.

Countless Xiongnu soldiers, like weeds, were knocked to the ground and cut down from their horses in droves…

People and horses were thrown into chaos, and there was a cacophony of wailing and howling!
In just one encounter, the Xiongnu were defeated.

In terms of troop numbers, the Xiongnu still held the advantage.

Unfortunately, they were already like frightened birds, with no will to fight whatsoever, and nearly half of the Xiongnu didn't even have warhorses, running wildly on foot.

Some were so distraught that they even abandoned their weapons in the White Wave Valley.

Such a panicked and bewildered army could hardly be a match for the elite Han cavalry.

"Protect the Great Chanyu, protect the Great Chanyu—"

Qu Bei roared and led the way, killing several Han soldiers and carving a bloody path for Hu Chuquan.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Zhao Yun, who was busy racking up heads, spotted their location at a glance.

"You scoundrel, Zhao Yun is here! How dare you be so arrogant!"

With a thunderous roar, Zhao Yun spurred his horse and brandished his spear, charging straight towards the enemy like a white lightning bolt.

"Zhao Zilong of Changshan?"

Upon hearing the name Zhao Yun, Qu Bei was horrified and nearly dropped his long sword.

Before he could even feel the shock, Zhao Yun had already pounced on him like a whirlwind.

The blood-red spear in his hand moved with the force of thunder and the speed of lightning, thrusting straight at the target.

Qu Bei suddenly awoke with a start and hurriedly brandished his sword to defend himself.

Before the sword was drawn, the spearhead had already arrived.

"puff!"

Qu Bei's heart was pierced in response.

(End of this chapter)