Isolated town in northern border region

Over the next five days, Xiao Lie took the concept of "training the eagle" to its extreme.

During the day, he led three thousand Canglang cavalry, forming ranks five miles away from the Northern Barbarian camp.

The banners were bright, the warhorses neighed, and the drums thundered.

He neither attacked nor retreated, but stood at a distance, ready to charge at any moment.

The northern barbarian scouts scrambled into the central command tent.

"Khan! Xiao Lie is here again! He's only five miles away!"

Timur gritted his teeth.

How many people?

"Three thousand! Still those three thousand Gray Wolf Riders!"

"This is never going to end!"

"Send the order! Move out and wipe them out!"

The Northern Barbarian army finally assembled, with cavalry in formation and infantry following behind, and charged out in a mighty force.

But by the time they reached the front lines, Xiao Lie had already led the Canglang Cavalry to retreat ten miles away.

Timur was so angry that he threw down his riding whip.

"Chase!"

After chasing for ten miles, Xiao Lie retreated for another ten miles.

Chase again, then retreat.

The Northern Barbarians were short of food and their warhorses hadn't eaten any fine feed for days. How could they possibly outrun the Azure Wolf Cavalry?

When the Northern Barbarian cavalry could no longer pursue them, Xiao Lie returned with his men, still five miles away, still with that same gray wolf banner, still with that "I'm standing right here, what can you do to me?" attitude.

Timur almost vomited blood.

When night fell, Xiao Lie came again.

It continues to harass us with rocket attacks from time to time, like a mosquito.

Tonight, shoot from the east; tomorrow night, shoot from the west; and the night after tomorrow, shoot from the south.

Sometimes they would fire two rounds and then leave, and sometimes they would crouch in the shadows and wait for half an hour, just as the barbarian soldiers lay down, before firing another round of fire arrows.

The Northern Barbarian army was exhausted from the ordeal.

The soldiers dared not remove their armor, dared not fall into a deep sleep, and even while eating, they had to hold their bowls and look around, for fear that a rocket might suddenly fly in from somewhere.

The tribal leaders began to complain, saying that the Khan shouldn't have provoked this madman, and that if things continued like this, they would collapse before the war even started.

On the third day, a small tribe secretly broke camp under cover of night, intending to detour northward.

Xiao Lie led his men directly to pick on the weakest target. With a single charge, the three thousand Canglang cavalry annihilated the tribe's two hundred cavalrymen, leaving none alive.

When the news reached the Northern Barbarian camp, the tribal leaders were in an uproar.

"Khan! If this continues, we'll fall apart on our own without him even having to fight!"

Timur gritted his teeth, his face turning ashen.

He knew what Xiao Lie was doing, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Although he had a large army, his supplies were insufficient, morale was low, and the various tribes harbored ulterior motives.

They simply lacked the ability to wipe out those three thousand Azure Wolf Riders.

"retreat."

Timur squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Retreat north!"

"He only has three thousand men? He definitely wouldn't dare to pursue them too far!"

On the fifth night.

Xiao Lie launched three harassing attacks in a row, each time only symbolically firing a few rounds of rockets before retreating.

The Northern Barbarian army's response was slower and slower each time!

The first time, several hundred cavalrymen chased after them...

The second time, only a few dozen barbarian soldiers hurled a few arrows while cursing...

By the third time, there were hardly any lights on in the tents.

Some people were startled awake by the rocket, turned over and went back to sleep, while others were too lazy to even leave their tents, muttering "Here we go again" before pulling the covers over their heads.

Xiao Lie lay prone behind a small earthen slope, squinting as he looked at the Northern Barbarian camp.

Behind him, Xiao Xiong lay on the ground, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, looking utterly bored.

"Young Master, are you still playing?"

"If we keep playing like this, we'll kill the eagle!"

"What's wrong? Want to stretch your legs?"

Xiao Lie chuckled, but his voice carried a hint of coldness.

Xiao Xiong was taken aback.

"Alright! This humble general is practically going crazy from holding it in!"

"General Xiao."

Xiao Lie turned his head.

"Didn't you previously complain that my games were too trivial?"

Xiao Xiong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he spat out a blade of grass.

He sat up, lowering his voice.

"Young Master, you mean...?"

"Pass on the order."

Xiao Lie stood up.

"Everyone, check the weapons and horses."

"Fifteen minutes later..."

"Horses trample the enemy's camp!"

Xiao Xiong's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Finally, I can unleash my full potential!

Three thousand wolf riders silently formed ranks.

No one spoke, no one lit torches, and even the warhorses' muzzles were gagged.

They were like a group of ghosts, lurking in the night, awaiting orders.

Xiao Lie mounted his horse and drew his spear.

"The Wolf Riders"

"exist!"

Three thousand people responded in hushed tones.

"Tonight, I'll take you on a bloodbath!"

"We won't steal horses or grain; we'll only do two things..."

"Murder! Arson!"

He raised his spear and pointed it in the direction of the Northern Barbarian camp.

"kill!"

Three thousand cavalrymen, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, pierced the night and plunged straight into the heart of the Northern Barbarian camp.

This time, it's not a hit-and-run.

It was a real charge, a charge that risked its life!

The sentries of the Northern Barbarian camp were the first to spot the black tide.

He frantically banged on the gong beside him, the sound booming through the night sky, but it was already too late.

Xiao Lie took the lead and charged into the Northern Barbarian camp.

The spear pierced the chest of the first barbarian soldier, was pulled out, and swept across, knocking down the second one.

The armor was covered in blood, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

The wolf riders followed him and charged in, leaving a trail of heads and screams wherever they went.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers were jolted awake from their sleep. Some were cut down before they could even touch their swords, while others rushed out of their tents barefoot and ran headlong into the sabers of the Canglang cavalry.

Some people shouted "Enemy attack!" in the darkness, some shouted "The Wolf Riders are coming!", and some people couldn't even tell which way was which, so they just slashed wildly with their swords.

Xiao Lie did not linger in the fight.

He led the Canglang cavalry to attack from the south side of the Northern Barbarian camp, cutting all the way to the north side, then turned his horses around and attacked back to the south side from the north side.

They moved back and forth, charging and attacking repeatedly, like a comb, combing through the Northern Barbarian camp again and again.

Xiao Xiong followed beside Xiao Lie, his spear like a dragon, each strike taking a life.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared repeatedly.

All the pent-up anger I've been holding in these past few days just burst out all at once!

"Young Master!"

He roared.

"That felt so good!"

"This eagle has to endure a lot!"

"Hahaha!"

After an incense stick has burned.

Xiao Lie decisively sounded the horn for retreat.

The three thousand cavalrymen retreated like the tide, disappearing into the night.

What remained behind were corpses strewn everywhere, burning tents, and the wailing of ghosts.

In this battle, more than two thousand were beheaded, the remaining food supplies of the Northern Barbarians were burned, and the entire Northern Barbarian camp was turned upside down!

Xiao Xiong rode his horse behind Xiao Lie, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He stared at Xiao Lie's back, his lips trembling for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Young Master, you are truly the late Emperor's legitimate son."

Xiao Lie reined in his horse and turned around.

"What's wrong? It doesn't look like it?"

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Xiong was completely speechless.

"What's wrong?"

"The late emperor was the most valiant warrior I ever knew!"

"But you... are more cunning than wolves on the grasslands."

"General Xiao, you flatter me."

Xiao Xiong dismounted, knelt on one knee, and slapped his chest with his right hand.

"This humble general is convinced! This humble general is completely convinced!"

"If the late Emperor could see the young master's brilliance today, he would surely smile in his grave!"

Xiao Lie smiled, a very happy smile.

"Get up, don't rush to take it, it's not over yet."

Xiao Xiong was taken aback.

"Is it not over yet?"

"This is nothing!"

Xiao Lie mounted his horse and looked in the direction of the Northern Barbarian camp.

"They slaughtered tens of thousands of my people in the northern frontier, and all they got was a beating?"

"If I don't subdue him, will these barbarians dare to invade the south again!"

For the next three days, Xiao Lie continued to tirelessly train his eagle.

During the day, the Canglang cavalry roamed around the Northern Barbarian camp with great fanfare.

Once the enemy had formed ranks to meet the attack, Xiao Lie turned and ran.

When they returned to their camp exhausted, the Gray Wolf Riders appeared in another direction.

The harassment continued through the night.

Sometimes it was rockets, sometimes it was a feint, and sometimes it was just sending a few dozen people outside the camp shouting.

The northern barbarian soldiers even had to travel in groups when they got up at night, for fear that a knife would suddenly rush out from the shadows.

On the third night, Xiao Lie launched another real attack.

This time, the scale was much larger. The Azure Wolf Cavalry attacked the Northern Barbarian camp from three directions simultaneously, burning and killing for half an hour before withdrawing. The Northern Barbarian army suffered over three thousand casualties, and their morale plummeted to rock bottom.

On the fourth day, an eerie atmosphere permeated the Northern Barbarian camp.

The soldiers had unfocused eyes and ashen faces. Some sat on the ground in a daze, some held their knives and muttered to themselves, and some suddenly shouted and then frantically swung their knives at the air.

Timur knew that things couldn't continue like this.

He summoned the tribal leaders to discuss the northward retreat.

"Withdraw from Cangzhou! The remaining four prefectures still have my grassland warriors and provisions!"

"Once we've rested, we'll wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

The tribal leaders all nodded in agreement.

They've had enough; if this continues, everyone's going to go crazy.

Timur ordered: the troops to withdraw north in batches tonight, with each unit looking out for each other and maintaining order.

However, he clearly overestimated the psychological resilience of his soldiers.

That night, Xiao Lie only sent two hundred men to fire several rounds of fire arrows at the Northern Barbarian camp from a distance.

He never expected that these few rocket launches would trigger a disaster.

In the Northern Barbarian camp, a soldier was awakened by a rocket.

He grabbed the knife in a daze, saw someone running beside him, thought it was an enemy attack, and slashed at them with the knife.

The man screamed and fell to the ground, waking up the people next to him. Seeing their companion killed, they assumed that the enemy had infiltrated the camp and raised their swords to strike.

One cut, two cuts, ten cuts, one hundred cuts.

Fear spread like a plague, plunging the entire Northern Barbarian army camp into complete chaos!

In the darkness, no one knows who is the enemy and who is the friend.

Everyone was hacking and slashing like madmen, their shouts of battle echoing through the night sky.

The camp roared!

Timur awoke from his dream with a start, rushed out of his tent, and froze at the sight of the hell before him.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

He roared until his voice was hoarse, but no one listened to him.

His personal guards risked their lives to drag him onto a horse, fought their way through the chaotic army, and galloped northward.

Behind them, the entire Northern Barbarian camp had turned into a battlefield of carnage.