Lin Han ordered two thousand soldiers to stay behind in Guangping, while he and Zhang Sheng led ten thousand cavalrymen to Baitan, bringing kerosene, food, and other supplies.

The seven thousand cattle at the rear moved slowly into the grassland.

Lin Han ordered his men to capture all the Wuhuan tribes they encountered along the way and slaughter all the men, young and old.

Children under three years old, the elderly, women and children were all slaughtered. The remaining women and babies were all taken captive and driven south into the pass. The cattle and sheep in their pens were all driven back to Hanshan Village inside the pass.

Wherever they passed, corpses were scattered everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

The massacre of the city terrified the Wuhuan people.

"General Daqu, burning and killing people along the way, will it harm the harmony of nature?"

When Zhang Baiqi saw the miserable plight of the Wuhuan tribe, even though he was used to battlefields, he still couldn't bear it.

"In the past, Huo Qubing marched three thousand miles north to conquer the Xiongnu, conquered the Wolf's Lair, slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu, and stabilized Han territory for hundreds of years. Now the Hu people are rising again, and seeing the Han court is weak, they are ready to make a move.

Wildfires cannot extinguish them; spring breezes bring them back to life. Those who are not of our race must have different hearts. Only by destroying their race and eradicating their roots can the Central Plains achieve peace.

Think about the women who were looted and insulted by the Hu people, and the old people and children who were burned and slaughtered. I am just giving them a taste of their own medicine.

"Destroy their clan, annihilate their roots. Even if the Han Dynasty is doomed, if Master rises up in time, the Hu people will no longer be able to invade our Chinese land. The people of Bing, You, and Ji provinces will no longer have to suffer the pain of the Hu people's plunder."

Lin Han looked up at the vast grassland.

He was a player and was well aware of the losses suffered by the Hu people in later generations.

Even though this is just a game, he still hopes to change the future history of the game universe.

Zhang Baiqi was silent after hearing this, and it took a long time before he bowed to Lin Han.

"General Daqu has farsightedness, even Sheng is not as good as him."

From Baitan to Pinggang, it was more than 280 miles. The light cavalry moved from sunrise to sunset, and it took three days to reach the area 30 miles away from Pinggang.

Now it is August, the autumn wind blows slowly across the grassland, and all the grass turns yellow.

As winter was approaching, the Wuhuan and Xianbei were particularly fond of heading south to plunder winter food.

The Wuhuan people who were surrounding Pinggang never dreamed that the Han people would lead a cavalry into the grassland.

All the men in the tribes along the way were slaughtered. No one went to Pinggang to report, and they didn't know that a cavalry had penetrated deep into the hinterland and was right beside them.

Lin Han sent scouts to investigate, and at that time the Wuhuan tribe was peacefully herding horses and sheep.

The Wuhuan people were a nomadic people. Except for the elderly and children, all the rest of the people were soldiers. There were more than 100,000 Wuhuan people in Pinggang, and as many as 30,000 of them were good at riding and shooting. Their nomadic dwellings were connected in groups, built with white cloth and ropes, and they made their homes by hanging furs and slept in the open air.

After getting all the information, Lin Han felt relieved.

Things would be easy if we didn't have to attack the city. Even if we had to fight a guerrilla war, they were all light cavalry and were not afraid of the enemy.

Based on the intelligence we have, there is no need for guerrilla warfare.

"General Daqu, what's your strategy?" asked Zhang Baiqi.

After these days of marching, his admiration for Lin Han was even greater. He was brave and resourceful, ruthless and steady in his actions, and his power was self-sufficient, making people sincerely convinced.

The cavalry under his command were all convinced of Lin Han, not because of his status as the commander of the Daqu Army, but because they were impressed by his abilities.

"It's August now, the north wind is howling, the weather is dry, and there is a good time."

"Tonight at midnight, we will attack the Wuhuan enemy camp from the north. Order everyone to bring a bundle of hay and throw it into the Wuhuan camp along the way to set it on fire. I will burn all the camps."

Lin Han licked his tongue, feeling a little excited.

Burning down the entire camp, what perfect conditions.

He has the right time and people, and can take people by surprise.

Zhang Sheng immediately ordered people to prepare hay and make repairs on the spot until nightfall.

Midnight.

The Milky Way shines brightly above our heads, it is a full moon, the moonlight illuminates the visible ground, the coolness invades, the autumn wind is biting, the sky is high and the earth is vast.

Lin Han ordered everyone to bring hay torches and long knives.

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen were on full alert, their horses' mouths tied with gauze, and there was deathly silence.

"During this raid, we will throw hay into the enemy camp along the way and set it on fire, allowing the fire to spread. We will then leave the south side of the enemy camp to rest, with the rear troops acting as the vanguard, hunting down those who escape."

"clear."

The cavalrymen's voices were extremely low, but their expressions were extremely fanatical.

Most of them were from Youzhou and Jizhou, who had been plundered by the Xianbei and Wuhuan for many years. Their hatred for the Hu people was immense, and now they had a chance to take revenge.

"Attack."

Lin Han and Zhang Baiqi led the way.

Three groups of scouts were already investigating outside the enemy camp. If there was an ambush, they would rush back to inform them. Lin Han was not afraid of the ambush at all.

This was a surprise attack, and the Wuhuan people did not think they would appear in the Wuhuan heartland.

After they had traveled three miles, Lin Han lit torches for the cavalry and ordered them to charge.

Ten thousand cavalrymen attacked suddenly, like divine troops descending from the sky.

The Wuhuan camp was engulfed in flames and in chaos.

Shouting and fighting filled the air. Those who woke from their dreams, saw the flames and fled the tents, but before they could even see the enemy, they were cut in two by long swords. Screams, fighting, crying, and the sound of horses' hooves filled the air.

The wind fueled the fire, burning the entire camp.

The first group of arsonists rushed out of the enemy camp, followed by the second and third groups, with long knives in their hands stained with blood.

Nearly 10,000 cavalrymen formed up to the south of the enemy camp and charged again, with sounds of fighting and screams everywhere.

The fire, fueled by the autumn wind, spread across the prairie, burning for three hours. When it was extinguished, it was already dawn. The Wuhuan camp was reduced to ashes, with black smoke curling up and charred corpses scattered all over the ground, like hell on earth.

Soon, dozens of cavalrymen returned from afar, and there was a woman among them.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, this woman tried to escape during the chaos, but we chased her for half an hour before we caught her." The Yellow Turban soldier threw the captured woman in front of Lin Han and said, "From what her guards called, she seems to be the princess of Wuhuan."

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