The fiercest soldier of the border army

The Xiongnu were thrown into chaos.

The siege was in vain, the cavalry suffered heavy casualties, and morale was low and chaotic when they encountered the Qian army that suddenly attacked!

The disturbance was clearly visible in Xiushui Town; the Huns' formation was in disarray, and they were unable to organize an effective defense for the time being.

The reinforcements are getting closer and closer, heading straight for the eastern section of Xiushui Town!

The banners were fluttering in the wind, and they were already clearly visible.

The words "Commander-in-Chief Wang" and "Beiting" fluttered in the wind.

To the west of Xiushui Town lies the winding Xiushui River, while to the north stretches a range of high mountains.

If reinforcements cut off the eastern flank and Tang Shun's party blocks the southern flank, these several thousand cavalrymen will become sitting ducks!

only……

Tang Shun's eyes were filled with murderous intent, yet he remained clear-headed.

On the city wall, dozens of people were killed or wounded, and only a little over a hundred were able to participate in the battle, most of whom were local militia.

A small portion consisted of soldiers without field combat experience.

"Those who survive, come down the city with me!" Tang Shun leaped down the city wall, landing on a pile of corpses, his boot crushing an arm.

He looked around and saw that there were still more than twenty young men who could walk, while the rest were slumped on the ground, some leaning against the wall panting, others clutching their injured legs and wailing.

"Those who can ride, seize horses; those who can't, advance a mile and set up barricades! Finish off the enemy! Retrieve the arrows and block their retreat!"

"We must not let them escape!"

Below the city, many Xiongnu barbarians were still blind, struggling in the dark.

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight people jumped off the city wall.

Cheng Feng wiped the blood from his face, grinned, and said, "I've had enough! I've been waiting to hear that!"

The main army on the east side has already formed ranks two miles away.

The infantry advanced in formation, a thousand men surging forward like a tidal wave.

The first row, carrying giant shields, moved in groups of ten, shoulder to shoulder, pressing towards Xiushui Town from the east.

The archers followed closely behind, their quivers full.

The drums beat steadily in the middle, their rhythm calm and deliberate, each step carefully planned.

"Waaaaah—"

Three bugle calls rang out in succession!

This is the signal for the final assault!

Instead of directly attacking the city walls, Wang Jinda's army used shield walls to block the passage from the east gate to the open field, completely cutting off the Xiongnu troops who had just retreated from the siege and had not yet returned to their camp from the main force in the rear.

At the same time, a thunderous roar erupted from both sides of the army formation, and a heavily armored cavalry unit charged out like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath.

The iron hooves pounded the ground, sending mud flying everywhere.

The cavalrymen were clad in heavy armor, and even their horses were covered in armor made of woven iron plates. They wielded long spears and were unstoppable.

The leading general charged ahead, his helmet plume as red as blood, wielding two massive axes, and plunged straight into the heart of the enemy ranks.

It was Shi Hanshan.

He led his heavy cavalry in a whirlwind charge, heading straight for the Xiongnu.

The enemy hastily turned to meet the attack, but their formation had been cut off and their command was in disarray.

Shi Hanshan knocked down the flag bearer with a single axe stroke, then swept his arm across, knocking a thousand-man commander off his horse.

Wherever the heavy cavalry passed, men and horses fell, and the battle lines tore apart instantly.

"Kill!" Tang Shun mounted one of the scattered Xiongnu warhorses, wielding a broadsword, and charged towards the hastily assembled Xiongnu remnants.

The horse galloped swiftly, the blade flashed, and a head flew several steps away.

Another enemy soldier raised his knife to meet him, but he dodged it to the side and slit his throat with a backhand stroke.

Those who came with Tang Shun included Cheng Weiliang and Hang, totaling only a dozen or so people.

The five of them charged forward like an awl, piercing deep into the heart of the Xiongnu.

"Go!" Tang Shun finished clearing out the remaining enemies in the rear and took the lead in rushing into the enemy ranks.

The battlefield was already in complete chaos.

The main force of the Xiongnu was blocked from retreat by the infantry shield formation and their command system was disrupted by the heavy cavalry, leaving them to fight independently.

Some attempted to break through and escape south, but were intercepted by a volley of arrows fired by the local militia.

Some turned back to fight, but were forced to retreat step by step.

Tang Shun was like a mad tiger, charging left and right through the routed army.

Blood sprayed all over him.

He spurred his horse forward and killed three people in succession.

A burly man resembling an enemy general raised his hammer to meet the attack, but the attacker dodged it and slashed off half of his head with a backhand stroke.

Two more men joined him, but he killed them all with a combination of stabs and kicks.

Cheng Feng pursued from behind, and although he was exhausted, he still laughed heartily and refused to stop.

He seized an abandoned warhorse, slashed down a lone enemy soldier with his sword, and then knocked out another prisoner who was trying to kneel down with the back of his sword.

"Leave no survivors!" he roared. "These people didn't think of sparing lives when they were killing my people!"

Without uttering a word, Liang Enyi swiftly and decisively killed the panicked enemy, as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

"That felt great! That felt great! That felt great!"

Zhu Hang's face was fierce. He had served in the army for many years and had risen to the position of squad leader. The one thing he had never lacked for was the lives of the Xiongnu!

Tang Shun took the lead, charging forward and penetrating deep into the heart of the battlefield.

He killed more than ten people, his warhorse was splattered with blood and white breath was coming out of its mouth.

A group of enemy soldiers were frantically gathering ahead, trying to organize a breakout, but he charged in alone, sweeping his sword across the battlefield, and three more fell to the ground.

Just then, Tang Shun suddenly felt a gaze upon him.

He suddenly looked up.

Three hundred paces away, a Xiongnu general wearing lamellar armor and eagle feathers stood reining in his horse.

The man was burly, with a full beard, and held a gleaming knife in his right hand, staring coldly at him.

He was none other than the Right Grand Master of the Xiongnu!

The two men stared at each other across the distance, their killing intent clashing like blades.

Tang Shun slowly raised his broadsword, the tip pointing at his opponent.

The Right Chief remained motionless, staring intently at the minor Qian Army officer who had fought his way down from the city wall, as if trying to see right through him!

Normally, it would take 10,000 Qian soldiers to fight against 5,000 Xiongnu cavalry.

The minor official in front of me, Qian Jun, somehow managed to build a high city from the ground, and with a group of civilians, he not only defended against several of my attacks, but also caused my troops to suffer thousands of casualties!

He had already decided to retreat, but before he could, the Qian army reinforcements arrived, making it difficult for him to leave!

Hu Yanzhe's eyes revealed a murderous intent, yet also a deep sense of apprehension.

He was a direct descendant of the Huyan clan of the Xiongnu, born into nobility. After his father died, he, the youngest son, ascended the throne.

He wanted to kill the lowly officer in front of him to vent his anger, but reason told him that there was no need to risk his life so desperately.

The wind whipped up the dust from the ground and swept it between the two of them.

Tang Shun squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the warhorse took a step forward.

Huyan Zhehe suddenly turned his horse around, as if to order a retreat.

But Tang Shun had already made his move!

He spurred his horse and charged forward, letting out a low growl, like the howl of a wild beast.

Seeing this, Cheng Weiliang and the other three shouted and followed.

Dust billowed in the center of the battlefield.

Tang Shun, mounted on his horse, covered in blood and with his sword stained red, charged straight towards the location of Huyan Zhehe, the Right Commander of the Xiongnu.

The warhorse's hooves thundered, kicking up dust, and it drew ever closer to the eagle-feathered general.

Hu Yanzhe turned around, and their eyes met again.

At this moment, only one man, one horse, one general, and one flag remain in the world.

Huyan Zhehe accelerated into the Xiongnu cavalry formation before slowing down and turning his horse towards Tang Shun.

Three personal guards behind him had already mounted their horses and stepped forward, forming a fan shape to protect their commander. Their curved swords were drawn, their cold light reflecting off the snow.

Tang Shun did not slow down. When his warhorse had run fifty paces, he suddenly pulled on the reins. The horse raised its head, and its front hooves carved two arcs in the air before landing as steadily as a rock.

Finally, the two stood twenty paces apart, their killing intent clashing like blades, the air thick with tension...