I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

A thousand iron-tipped arrows were released simultaneously, tracing a dense arc through the air before whistling as they fell towards the ranks of the Xiongnu cavalry.

The Xiongnu cavalry had barely drawn their bows and before the arrows were even properly nocked when a rain of Qin arrows rained down on them.

The iron arrowheads easily pierced through the thin leather armor and animal skin clothing worn by the Xiongnu.

Some even pierced through the thin protective gear and embedded themselves deep into the flesh.

Almost simultaneously, nearly a hundred Xiongnu cavalrymen fell from their horses.

Some died on the spot, while others, despite being hit by arrows, clung tightly to the reins, only to be trampled under the hooves of the warhorses behind them.

The Hunnic formation showed visible signs of panic and gaps in that instant.

They hadn't expected the enemy's range to be so ridiculously long.

Before they could even draw their bows fully, the enemy's arrows were already flying towards them.

Their arrows were sharpened bones and stones.

The opponent's arrows, however, were made of hard iron.

Many of them didn't even have armor, or were only wearing an old leather armor with several patches.

In front of the Iron-Headed Arrow, there's no difference between being shirtless and not.

"Round Two - Release."

The second batch of arrows was released.

They charged once again toward the Xiongnu cavalry that were on the verge of collapse.

Shoot more people off their horses.

Even after being hit by an arrow, some people gritted their teeth and spurred their horses forward a few steps.

But he soon lost his strength and slumped on the saddle, where he was thrown into the mud by the galloping horse.

Of the more than 300 Xiongnu cavalrymen, nearly half had fallen from their horses after two volleys of arrows.

The remaining people had lost all formation.

Someone reined in their horse, turned around, and began to flee.

Some people stood frozen in place, their bowstrings still half-drawn.

He stared blankly at his companions falling one after another, as if he couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.

Some people dropped their bows and arrows, turned their horses around and ran away, never to return.

Commander Yang looked at the routing Xiongnu cavalry: "Send three hundred riders to pursue them, the rest follow me into the tribe."

Three hundred cavalrymen immediately broke away from the ranks.

He spurred his horse and chased after the fleeing Xiongnu cavalry.

The remaining seven hundred riders followed Commander Yang and charged into the outskirts of the tribe without slowing down at all.

The iron hooves trampled the wooden fence, overturning the pottery jars and wooden frames outside the tent.

Stepping into that camp filled with screams and cries of terror.

What happened next was more like a one-sided crushing defeat.

The Xiongnu men who took up arms had no chance to fight back against Commander Yang, who was wielding a halberd.

One man, one horse, one halberd, like a red-hot iron bar piercing through a thin layer of ice.

Wherever it went, all those who dared to raise an army in rebellion had their weapons and bodies cut in half at the waist.

Seven hundred riders followed closely behind, searching every tent in the tribe.

They subdued the people hiding in the corner with knives and sticks one by one.

Those who did not resist were driven to the open space in the center of the camp, where they were made to squat on the ground with their hands behind their heads.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there was no one left standing with weapons in the tribe.

The elderly, women, and children kneel in a circle with their hands raised above their heads.

Some people were trembling, some were sobbing softly, and some buried their faces in the backs of the children in their arms.

They dared not look up at the Qin cavalrymen clad in iron armor and wielding long weapons.

Commander Yang reined in his horse, rolled onto the ground, and planted his halberd in the earth.

He glanced at the kneeling prisoners, but didn't look at them a second time.

He walked toward the tents that had been searched, went inside and looked around, and then stopped in front of the innermost tent.

The tent flap was half-open, revealing seven or eight people huddled inside.

They were all emaciated, their clothes were so tattered that they could barely cover their bodies, their faces were sallow, and their eyes were empty and terrified.

When they saw the tall, armored figure appear at the door, they instinctively shrank back.

They huddled together, as if trying to embed themselves into each other's bones.

Commander Yang stood at the door, looking at them, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he saw the thing one of the men was wearing on his wrist.

It was a bracelet made of thick rope, the color of which had faded so much that it was unrecognizable.

But he remembered the knot clearly.

His sister learned this weaving method from the villagers when she was a child.

I wrote a prayer for everyone in the family, saying it would bring them peace and safety.

He wore that one on his wrist until the day he returned home.

Only after seeing the burnt-down roof beams and scattered pottery shards did they remove it and bury it in the yard.

He didn't say anything, but walked over and squatted down in front of the man wearing the rope ring.

She was a girl about the same age as his sister.

He was so thin that his cheekbones were high, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were so big they were almost frightening, but they were devoid of light.

He saw the rope loop and his gaze lingered on it for a moment.

Then he reached out and untied the rope loop, held it in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.

"Call the medic and get them some food." His voice regained its composure, as if he hadn't seen anything. "Slaughter a few sheep and cook them. After they've eaten, have them watch over the cattle, sheep, and supplies until the infantry from the rear arrive to pick them up."

He stood up, stepped out of the tent, and stood outside.

His palm, which was gripping the rope loop, was still slightly warm, but his face remained expressionless.

The pursuing cavalry returned one after another shortly afterward.

Some horses had the heads of several Xiongnu cavalrymen hanging on them, while others had a string of prisoners tied to their horses with ropes.

Three hundred riders went out, and three hundred riders returned, with no casualties, not even a single one seriously injured.

The Xiongnu cavalry's arrows were simply out of range of the Qin cavalry.

Their weapons couldn't even leave a mark on the heavily armored steel.

When the Qin cavalry pursued them, the fleeing enemy was unarmored and their escape direction was chaotic.

Like a wild rabbit being chased by a hunter, no matter how fast it runs, it will eventually be caught bite by bite.

Commander Yang glanced at the prisoners who had been brought back.

He then looked at the Qin people drinking hot soup inside the tent.

A fire was burning in his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

But he knew what military orders were and understood what the Qin Dynasty needed.

The prisoners and dead heads that were brought back would have been enough to satisfy any Xiongnu hunting party for a moment.

But now he knew even more clearly that what the Qin Dynasty wanted was not just the corpses of the Xiongnu.

Instead, they wanted those who were alive and capable to fill the mine tunnels, build roads and bridges, and undertake the arduous labor that originally belonged to the people of Qin.

His hatred is his own, but this battle belongs to the Great Qin.

After this battle, the Xiongnu ceased to exist, and the hatred was naturally avenged.

He has no reason to defy the overall strategy of the Qin Dynasty because of personal grudges.

"Pack your things and reorganize the ranks. Notify the infantry in the rear to come and collect these civilians and livestock. The rest of you, follow me deeper into the area and search for the next target."

The cavalrymen responded and began to gather the spoils of war and settle the prisoners.

As dusk settled into night, campfires were lit in the village.

The Qin people who had just been rescued sat around the fire.

Holding a steaming bowl of mutton soup in their hands, someone lowered their head and drank while shedding tears.

Some people brought the soup bowl to their lips for a long time without drinking it, just letting the steam hit their faces.

It was as if confirming that I had really crawled out of that hell.

Commander Yang stood outside the firelight at the edge of the camp.

He re-tied the rope loop around his wrist.

He looked up and glanced at the grassland to the north, which was swallowed by the night.

He lowered his head again and took one last look at the rope ring by the firelight.

Then he turned his gaze to the distant grassland, spurred his horse, brandished his halberd, and led his troops to continue galloping deeper into the grassland.