More than 10,000 men went on the expedition, and more than 9,000 returned victorious, with only more than 1,000 casualties. They slaughtered 140,000 Wuhuan people and captured the Wuhuan princess Gula, tens of thousands of horses, 400,000 sheep, 4,000 cattle, and 100,000 taels of gold and silver.

However, these things are a bit troublesome to transport.

Soon, Lin Han realized that trouble was coming.

According to the scout report, Qiuliju learned that more than 100,000 people in Pinggang were massacred and his daughter Gula was captured by the Han people. He sent his son Tadun with 100,000 elite troops to pursue them.

If you want the spoils, you will definitely be caught up.

Lin Han simply let the sheep go on the grassland and let them roam freely, then dug a pit and buried the gold and silver underground, waiting to come back and transport it away another day.

“What to do with this cow?”

Zhang Baiqi stared at the four thousand cows in a daze. These were treasures. It was rare for ordinary people to have a cow in their homes. A cow could speed up plowing and harvesting.

These cattle were probably stolen by the Wuhuan people during their long-term raids on Youzhou and Bingzhou.

I don’t know how many people were robbed.

If he was asked to kill him, he would be reluctant to do it. If he was asked to let him go, he would have to return him to the Wuheng people, which he would be unwilling to do.

Lin Han seemed to see through Zhang Sheng's worries and patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, where are the 7,000 cattle I ordered to be driven into the grassland some time ago?"

"We should go up the Wuhou Qin River." Zhang Baiqi asked, puzzled, "Why did the Great Canal Commander drive the cattle into the heart of the Wuhuan?"

"I originally wanted to use the Fire Bull Formation to charge the Wuhuan camp, but the weather was favorable, so I didn't even need to use it. But since Tadun is leading his troops in pursuit, those seven thousand bulls, plus these four thousand, will make a Fire Bull Formation of over ten thousand, which should be quite a formidable force."

Hearing this, Zhang Baiqi was secretly shocked.

Why did the Wuhuan people meet this guy Lin Han? They are so unlucky.

Gula, who was standing next to him, was filled with fear when he heard Lin Han's plan.

A day later, following the guidance of the scouts, the team encountered a herd of cattle, and tens of thousands of cattle formed a huge and terrifying formation.

The Wuhuan were a hundred miles away, and Tadun was leading the team, and they were still a day and a half away.

The problem is how to make Tadun's team encounter the Fire Bull Formation.

After thinking about it, Lin Han ordered the Yellow Turban soldiers to drive the cattle towards Yuyang County. When they encountered Wuhuan soldiers on the way, they immediately abandoned the cattle and fled.

Lin Han and Zhang Baiqi led the troops and left first.

The next day, the Wuhuan scouts encountered a herd of cattle and the Yellow Turban soldiers driving them. After putting up a little resistance, they abandoned the herd and fled.

The Wuhuan scouts who had harvested the buffaloes were so excited that they celebrated. They ordered their men to go back and report first, and several of them drove the buffaloes towards the camp.

"Isn't the fish hooked?"

When Lin Han heard that the other party had seized the cattle and was rushing towards the camp, the team stopped immediately.

"How far is the Wuhuan army from the buffalo herd?"

"Eighty miles away."

"It's been half a day's journey, the cattle can't be driven back, right?" Lin Han touched his chin and asked an old peasant Yellow Turban soldier.

"If we can't hurry, we'll drive them all night long, and they'll arrive at midnight."

"That's right. All troops, listen up. The rear troops will serve as the front troops. Let's go back."

Lin Han and Zhang Baiqi rode their horses first and headed towards the herd of cattle. When night fell, the herd of cattle appeared in their sight.

"How far are we from the Wuhuan army now?"

"Report to the Grand Canal Commander, there are still forty miles to go."

"Just in time. Now take the cattle back. Remember, don't let the other herders get away."

Lin Han gave the order and the cavalry team surrounded them.

More than 11,000 buffaloes were sold again intact.

The Wuhuan people were still immersed in the joy of harvesting ten thousand cattle. They never dreamed that a team of less than ten thousand people would dare to come back and attack them.

"All soldiers, listen! Tie any extra weapons to the horns of the oxen, and tie a rope with hay to the oxen's tail."

"yes."

The cattle were separated by the old peasant Yellow Turban soldiers, who began to tie the extra weapons in their hands to the horns of the cattle, making the iron tools feel cold.

In the early morning, a herd of cattle appeared five miles away from the Wuhuan camp.

Three miles, one mile.

The lookouts of the Wuhuan army just happened to discover the herd of cattle under the cover of night.

"ignition."

The Yellow Turban soldiers driving the cattle immediately set fire to the grass knot on the cattle's tail.

Flames broke out and the frightened cattle rushed towards the Wuhuan camp.

The pain and fire from its tail, coupled with the obstacles in front, made the bull charge at anyone it saw, and the weapons on its horns became deadly.

Thousands were trampled to death by cattle in their sleep, countless were killed by the cattle’s horns and sharp blades, and the war horses fled in panic.

Five miles away, at the moment the herd of cattle charged, Lin Han ordered a charge.

The grass was ablaze.

The sounds of fighting were continuous.

"Asshole, damn Han Chinese."

When Tadun came out of the tent and saw the camp in chaos, he was furious and killed the attacking cattle with his knife.

"Tadun, accept your death."

Zhang Baiqi rode his horse and charged forward.

After more than twenty rounds, Zhang Baiqi pierced Tadun's throat with a spear and lifted up his head.

"Tadun is already dead. If you surrender, you will not be killed."

"Tadun is dead."

"Surrender and you will not be killed."

"The leader is dead."

“…”

The camp was in chaos, fear was spreading, and the Wuhuan soldiers fled in all directions.

The battle will end at midnight.

The grassland was covered with endless ashes and corpses were scattered everywhere. Under the moonlight, it looked desolate and beautiful.

Lin Han launched a surprise attack with the Fire Bull Formation and won the battle in one go.

Tadun was killed by Zhang Baiqi, and more than 40,000 Wuhuan soldiers were killed or wounded, most of whom died from being trampled and charged by the mad cattle. 40,000 surrendered, and more than 10,000 fled in panic.

There were less than 10,000 soldiers and 40,000 prisoners.

Lin Han winked at Zhang Baiqi.

Suddenly, screams were heard everywhere. Forty thousand captured Wuhuan soldiers had their hands tied and were slaughtered on the grassland.

The lucky ones managed to break free, but were caught up by the cavalry and beheaded with a single blow.

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