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

Touman Chanyu walked up to the animal skin map.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the dotted line between the Great Wall and the camp.

It's like making a final confirmation.

Then he turned around.

His voice regained the composure befitting a ruler of the steppes: "Tomorrow morning, the entire army will line up and await the arrival of the Qin cavalry."

He paused for a moment.

"I, the Chanyu, will personally go and meet them. Let's see if they are truly like the legends say, each one a god descended to earth."

The tribal chiefs in the tent exchanged glances, and no one raised any objections.

They all knew that, given the current distance, there was nowhere to retreat or escape.

The only way out is to confront them head-on.

The sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon of the grassland on the second day.

The Xiongnu cavalry began to form ranks.

The 170,000 people were divided into several square formations and spread out on the grassland, stretching for nearly ten miles from left to right.

The front row consists of heavily armored cavalry.

Both the men and horses were covered in simple leather armor and iron plates.

Armed with spears and scimitars, they were the best-equipped troops in the Xiongnu army.

The rear row consisted of lightly armed mounted archers.

Their armor was lighter and their bows were larger.

Several quivers, bulging with arrows, were hanging on the horse's back.

Each person carried at least thirty or forty arrows.

The two flanks are occupied by the most mobile rangers.

Horses are small and agile, fast and nimble.

Responsible for flanking and intercepting.

The formation was laid out layer by layer.

Like a giant beast slowly stretching its limbs.

Its limbs extend from the center to both sides.

It filled up most of the horizon.

Touman Chanyu stood on horseback in front of the central army formation, flanked by his personal guards and tribal leaders.

Behind him was the enormous battle banner, woven from white horsehair and dark wolf tails.

He squinted and looked south, towards the Qin formation that was gradually becoming clearer in the morning light.

He stared at it for a long time.

The Qin cavalry's formation was somewhat different from what he had expected; it was much smaller than he had imagined.

Each flank had ten thousand cavalry, the men and horses were well-organized and in tight formation.

His motionless posture caused Touman Chanyu to furrow his brow slightly.

But he didn't put much effort into it.

His gaze fell on the very center of the formation.

Meng Tian's banner was placed in the center of the army.

That flag was taller than the others.

The flag is embroidered with a large "蒙" (Meng) character.

The flag should be surrounded by guards and messengers.

But that area looked unusually empty.

There were almost no decent guards or defensive formations.

From a distance, the central army looks like a gap that has been deliberately left open.

Touman Chanyu looked at the empty area and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Meng Tian, ​​you brat." His voice carried a light, dismissive tone, as if he were commenting on a child who had just learned to ride a horse. "All talk and no action. Your central army has been exposed to my iron cavalry; isn't that just sticking your neck out to the blade?"

The tribal chiefs and generals around him also looked in the same direction as him.

Upon seeing the empty central area, someone chuckled softly.

A general with a full beard rode closer and said in a low voice, "Great Chanyu, it seems the Qin army is nothing special. The news those defeated soldiers brought back the other day suggests they've been wandering the grasslands for too long and gotten confused. They think they're invincible just because they saw a few Qin armies in iron armor."

Another general chimed in, "Their flanks may look solid, but the middle is empty. As long as we break through their center and capture Meng Tian, ​​their cavalry on both flanks will be leaderless and naturally scatter."

Touman Chanyu listened to the discussions around him but did not respond immediately.

He still squinted at the flag fluttering in the morning breeze in the distance.

The doubts that had been building up in my heart since last night, stemming from the remnants of the army, were gradually dissipating.

The "demon-like cavalry" described by those remaining soldiers.

They must be the elite troops clad in iron armor on both flanks.

He did see that they were well-armored and their men and horses were strong.

It was likely the army that had swept through many tribes.

But so what?

The 20,000 men were positioned on both flanks, while the central army was so thinly positioned.

Once the Xiongnu cavalry break through from the front and capture Meng Tian.

No matter how elite those 20,000 men were, without their generals and banners, they were nothing more than a disorganized mess.

He even began to imagine what would happen after Meng Tian was captured and killed.

Meng Tian was the chief general of the northern frontier of the Qin Dynasty. He guarded the Great Wall for many years and was one of the biggest obstacles when the Xiongnu moved south.

If we can capture him alive or kill him in this battle.

Then the Great Wall defense line would lose its commander in a short period of time.

The defenses of the Qin Dynasty in the north will fall into chaos.

Touman Chanyu had already envisioned crossing the Great Wall of Qin.

His cavalry surged over the high walls like a tide.

They burned down villages and cities along the way, advancing southwards and heading straight for Xianyang.

They marched to the palace of the Qin emperor to demand justice for the tribes and peoples slaughtered by the Qin cavalry.

Don't miss out.

He abruptly raised his right hand: "Order—100,000 cavalry in the central army, charge straight into the enemy's central army at top speed, capture and kill the enemy commander Meng Tian! This Chanyu wants to personally watch his banner fall!"

The messenger spurred his horse and galloped off to the various battle formations.

The order spread like ripples through the Xiongnu ranks.

It was passed from one person to another in a relay using horns and flags.

A moment later, the area in the very center of the Xiongnu formation began to slowly move forward.

The sound of horses' hooves changed from scattered, jumbled noises to a dense drumbeat.

The drumbeats grew denser and louder, gradually drowning out the sound of the wind and the distant horns.

The deep sound of the horn echoed in the morning breeze.

It was as if some ancient and rough instrument was playing the overture for the impending charge.

The sound was rough and deep, carrying far and wide across the vast grassland.

Even the Qin cavalry on both flanks, who were silently arrayed in the sunlight in the distance, could faintly hear it.

The sight of 100,000 cavalrymen spurring their horses on simultaneously is a spectacle rarely seen on this grassland.

The earth trembled under their hooves, and patches of turf were torn up.

The dew turned into a rising mist after being trampled by iron hooves.

The overwhelming black torrent was surging towards the distant, empty central army area.

Like a crimson tide cascading down from the north.

After a long period of buildup, the floodgates were finally breached at this moment.

The shouts that erupted from a hundred thousand throats converged into a deep and continuous growl.

They rushed toward the direction of the flag.

Everyone was increasing their horse speed and lowering their body.

If we were just a little faster, we could have completely filled that incredibly empty gap in the Qin army's central command before that flag fell.

Touman Chanyu stood behind his central army, his gaze following the receding tide.

A slight, not-yet-fully-unfolded smile played at the corners of his lips.

He awaited the moment when that flag would fall amidst the dust and the glint of swords.

The general surnamed Meng, described by scouts as the "barrier of the northern frontier," was about to be trampled into dust by his 100,000 cavalry.