Isn't it seeking death to fight against God?

The 100,000 Huns immediately lost their will to fight and wanted only to escape back to the grassland.

Maodun was covered in blood and smoke. He stood up with difficulty and pushed away Guger who was pressing on him.

"Defeated...defeated..."

Maodun was stunned, covered in dust and dirt, staring blankly at the chaotic surroundings.

How is this possible?

I was defeated...

at the same time.

Chen Wujiu led his men into the Huns' formation with unstoppable force. They encountered no effective resistance at all and charged straight towards Maodun's central army.

In one fell swoop, the Huns' only remaining formation was shattered.

The 100,000 Huns were completely defeated and scattered.

In this chaos, countless Huns died tragically at the hands of their own people.

"Hurry up, Chanyu! I will escort you back to the grassland!"

King Zhelan led 6,000 Zhelan cavalry from his tribe, fought their way through the blood and arrived in front of Maodun.

Under Qin Yuan's repeated attacks.

The only one who could maintain the organization and avoid chaos was the Zhelan Cavalry.

This group of Huns was the most elite, bloodthirsty and crazy cavalry.

King Zhelan dismounted from his horse, not caring about the disheveled and dirty Maodun in front of him. He immediately helped him onto the horse and said in a muffled voice.

"Chanyu, this is impossible. Retreat to the grassland immediately."

"The Zhelan tribe will always be loyal to the Chanyu!"

Maodun got on his horse in a daze and said, "I'll leave everything to King Zhelan."

Then, surrounded by King Zhelan, they broke through the encirclement and left the entire Hun army behind.