Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

Zhang Rang took a breath and said to himself, "Yes, that's right. It's just two strokes of luck!"

The servants looked at each other in bewilderment. Someone whispered, "Master Zhong Chang Shi, aren't they really that lucky?"

Zhang Rang glared at him and said, "Shut up! Keep going until we get to Dingxiang County!"

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By the time Zhang Rang and his troops arrived at Dingxiang County, exhausted, the city gate had just opened and he had no time to catch his breath.

A soldier guarding the city ran over, his face full of joy, and said, "So it's Master Zhang, the Palace Attendant! You've arrived just in time! We've won a great victory! A great victory!"

Zhang Rang frowned, not wanting to ask. It couldn't be that Liu Bei had already been defeated by the Xianbei...

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Ten thousand versus one hundred thousand, even a dog knows who will win!

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "What great victory? Explain clearly!"

The soldiers excitedly said, "Lord Liu led over ten thousand cavalrymen in a decisive battle against one hundred thousand Xianbei cavalrymen on the plains and won a resounding victory!"

"We are returning home now!"

He faced off against the Xianbei cavalry on the plains and won?

What a joke.

Zhang Rang's head buzzed, and he froze on his horse. He rubbed his ears, suspecting he had misheard. "Can you say that again?"

The soldiers shouted even louder, "Lord Liu defeated a hundred thousand with ten thousand men, and won a great victory!"

This time Zhang Rang was finally dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish.

"Ten thousand... one hundred thousand... complete victory?" He muttered to himself, almost fainting.

"Is this even human? Then why am I here? To humiliate myself?"

His mind was in a mess, and the eunuchs and servants around him were also confused. Someone whispered:

"Master Zhong Changshi, could this Liu Bei really be a deity descended to earth?"

Zhang Rang turned around abruptly and shouted angrily, "Shut up! This... there must be something fishy going on here!"

But he knew in his heart that he only had the courage to make money, so how could he dare to fabricate military intelligence to discredit Liu Bei?

Zhang Rang walked into the county magistrate's mansion with his head held high, the secret decree in his hand, his mind full of thoughts on how to start the conversation.

"Improve taxes? Pay them to me?" he muttered. "Who would listen to me at this critical moment?"

Just as he was about to announce the decree, there was another sound of hurried horse hooves outside the door.

A eunuch rushed in, sweating profusely, holding a new imperial edict in his hand. As soon as he saw Zhang Rang, he shouted:

"Emperor Zhang, His Majesty has a new decree! Quickly replace the original one!"

Zhang Rang was stunned. He took the new decree, unfolded it, and almost laughed out loud.

The edict read: "I have heard that Lü Fengxian and Guan Yu have won consecutive victories, which is very comforting to me."

"If Lord Liu can defeat the Xianbei again in a decisive battle, he will be granted the title of General Pinghu and concurrently appointed Governor of Bingzhou, with a reward of one hundred gold!"

After he finished reading, his hands were shaking and he muttered, "Your Majesty, this calculation is... too fast, isn't it?"

It turned out that the secret decree of "imposing additional taxes" instantly became a piece of waste paper.

Liu Hong's heroic face appeared in his mind, and he thought to himself:

"Your Majesty, you're even more manipulative than I am! One moment you send me to blackmail you, and the next moment you're rewarding me!"

Zhang Rang stood in the hall of the county magistrate's office, and the officials around him all looked at him with smiles.

He coughed awkwardly and thought to himself, "This trip was in vain!"

"Ten thousand against a hundred thousand, and they still claim a complete victory? If I dare to say this military intelligence is false, I'll probably lose my head first!"

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"If I had known Liu Bei was so powerful, why would I have come here? I failed to rob him, failed to help him, and instead became a joke!"

A young eunuch beside him said cautiously, "Emperor Zhong Chang Shi, what should we do now?"

Zhang Rang glared at him and said unhappily, "What should I do? There's nothing I can do!"

"When you get back, tell His Majesty honestly that Liu Bei is too good a fighter. I have no use for him at all!"

He sighed and looked back at the city wall of Dingxiang County.

Outside the city, flags were flying and the sound of triumphal trumpets could be heard faintly.

At this time, Dingxiang County was filled with cheers, and the people were running around to tell each other.

"Lord Liu has triumphed over 100,000 Xianbei!"

The streets were filled with cheers.

Zhang Rang stood at the gate of the mansion, listening to the noise outside, and felt more and more like a clown.

He originally wanted to make a fortune by taking advantage of the chaos, but in the end, the other side won a devastating victory.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come!"

Bingzhou Chapter: Chapter 44: Ten thousand versus one hundred thousand, the advantage is on my side!

The night was as dark as ink, the wind was howling on the grassland plain, and the grass waves were rolling like the sea.

Liu Bei led 10,000 cavalrymen to assemble quietly, with flags hanging low and horses' hooves wrapped with cloth, trying to cover up the sound of the march.

"Stop."

On the other side, the 100,000 Xianbei cavalrymen sneered when they learned that the Han army had only 10,000 men and dared to choose a decisive battle on the plain.

The Xianbei general Tuhelema stood at the front of the battle, his rugged face filled with disdain: "Ten thousand against a hundred thousand? Wishful thinking! Has Liu Bei lost his mind?"

He knew that Tan Shihuai and Wuertu were both defeated by this Han Chinese, but he also knew that their victories were unfair. He already knew the surrounding area within a radius of a hundred miles very well.

Therefore, Liu Bei absolutely could not play any tricks and could only fight fairly one-on-one.

...Ten thousand versus a hundred thousand, the advantage is clearly mine! If we don't dare to charge, what kind of race on horseback are we?

Therefore, he waved his hand and shouted, "Attack with all your forces and crush these ignorant Han dogs!"

"rush!"

One hundred thousand cavalrymen shouted in unison, the sound of horse hooves rolled like thunder, dust covered the sky, and murderous aura filled the air.

The Xianbei people believed that this battle was a foregone conclusion, and they were all ready to fight, their scimitars flashing coldly in the moonlight.

"Heh...it's their turn now."

But the Xianbei people never expected that Liu Bei held a hidden card in his hand - the Mohist mechanical technique.

As the night wind blew, three hundred dark shadows slowly advanced in front of the Han army, their steps as heavy as a mountain.

These are the "Black Iron Men" created by the Mohists. They are wearing black iron armor, their arms are like iron pillars, and their faces are expressionless.

Their bodies are made of a fusion of black iron and flesh, with a faint red light in their eyes, like demons walking out of hell.

The Xianbei vanguard cavalry rushed to the front of the formation, their horses neighing, their scimitars raised high, and their momentum was fierce.

But just as the horses' hooves were about to trample the Han army, the three hundred Black Iron men stretched out their arms.

"Boom!" With a dull sound, the iron arm swept across, like a solid wall of iron and steel, and the vanguard cavalrymen and horses were instantly thrown to the ground.

The warhorse collided with the black iron body, making a sound of bones breaking. The knight was thrown away and blood spilled all over the grass.

The Xianbei cavalry was stunned. Tuhe's eyes widened and he roared, "What is this?!"

He brandished his sword and ordered, "Spread out to the left and right, surround these monsters!"

One hundred thousand cavalrymen separated like a tide, trying to encircle the three hundred iron walls from both wings.

But just as the Xianbei people adjusted their formation, a low roar was heard in the darkness.

Tuhe looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he exclaimed: "What is that?!"

Three huge figures emerged from the night, more than five meters tall and shaped like stone statues. They were the Mohist giants.

They are carved entirely from black stone, with mechanical gears embedded in their joints, and their eyes flashing red, making them look like living creatures.

"Lock on the enemy!" Liu Bei shouted, and the three Mohist giants took steps together.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, the grass was cracked, and the giant moved like a mountain, rushing straight into the Xianbei formation.

Before the Xianbei cavalry could react, they were knocked away by the giant, and blood and flesh flew everywhere where their iron hooves trampled.

A giant swung his fist and smashed dozens of knights into pulp. The war horses neighed and died. It was a horrific sight.

Another giant swept his arms across, forcibly creating three large holes, and the Xianbei formation was torn apart in an instant.

Tuhe's eyes were bloodshot and he roared, "Shaman, go to the sky!"

Several shamans rode out on horseback, dancing and waving their hands, trying to summon wind and rain, but there was no movement in the sky.

Seeing this, Liu Bei shook his head and sneered: "As expected... your special abilities were all given by Tan Shihuai. Once he dies, your abilities will be ineffective."

"Go."

In the darkness, two thousand Mohists came forward, dressed in black and white uniforms, holding mechanical boxes and talisman paper.

They chanted a spell in low voice, their fingers flew, and golden light flew out from the talisman paper.

"Increase strength!"

The Mohists shouted in unison, and golden light fell on the Han army and the Xuantie people.

The ten thousand cavalrymen suddenly felt their strength doubled, the wind blew louder as they swung their swords and spears, and the horses neighed more urgently.

The three hundred black iron men's red light became brighter, their movements became faster, and their iron arms swung out, bringing with them waves of sounds of breaking wind.

“Tenacity!”

Another ray of talisman light fell, and the body of the Mozhe giant became harder and harder, making it difficult to be injured by swords and guns.

The Xianbei cavalry's scimitars hit the giant, but only sparks flew and it was completely ineffective.

"lasting!"

As the third wave of talisman light fell, the movements of the black iron man and the giant became smoother and there was no sign of fatigue.

Liu Bei stood in the center of the army. Seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "The time has come."

"All troops, listen up! We have the help of the gods, and we will win this battle!"

Liu Bei swung his sword, and the sound was like thunder.

"immortal!"

"No wonder I'm filled with strength!"

Ten thousand cavalrymen were like wolves and tigers, their horses neighing and their swords flashing like snow as they charged straight into the enemy formation.

The black iron men opened the way, sweeping across with their iron arms. Wherever they passed, the Xianbei cavalry fell like wheat.

The Mohist giant followed closely behind, every step shook the earth, and every punch took dozens of lives.

There was chaos in the Xianbei camp. Tuhe brandished his sword and roared, "Stop it! Stop it!"

But his voice was drowned out by the screams and the sound of horses' hooves, and no one could stop the torrent.

On the left, a giant rushed into the enemy group, smashing down with his fists, blood spurting out, and dyeing the grass red.

On the right side, the Xuantie people formed an iron wall, and the Xianbei cavalry crashed into it, like an egg hitting a stone, breaking bones and tendons.

In the middle, Liu Bei personally led the cavalry, waving his long sword, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the enemy heads fell to the ground one after another.

The Xianbei cavalry of 100,000, who dominated the north and were known to be invincible, were now as vulnerable as paper.

Under the moonlight, the battlefield was a river of blood, broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the fishy wind wafted into the air.

Tuhe swung his sword at a black iron man, but the blade broke and he was knocked away by the iron fist, spitting blood.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" he roared, but his subordinates had already lost all morale and fled in all directions.

The Mohist giant locked onto the deserter, took a step forward dozens of feet, and brought down his giant fist, creating a bloody mist.