In early November, the spring breeze melted the winter snow, turning it into sweet rain to moisten the dry soil.

North of Yinshan Mountain, on the vast grassland.

Clusters of tender green grass sprouts emerged from the ground, and accompanied by the rapid sound of "da da da" horses' hooves, the grass sprouts were crushed into green juice.

The sound of horse hooves gradually stopped, and the air was silent, as if there was a cold and bloody smell of war.

The two sides' 300,000 soldiers and horses were clearly divided into two groups, dividing the battlefield. Dense figures were neatly arranged, and the atmosphere was tense and anxious, ready to break out at any moment.

Meng Tian sat high on his horse, looking at the bear-like strong man from afar, his eyes sharp and murderous.

He drew out his heavy sword and pointed it forward, his tiger eyes as sharp as an indomitable sword, and his passionate shouts were inspiring.

"My good men of the Great Qin!"

"Strive to chop off the Hun's head!"

"When I return victorious one day, I will ask His Majesty for a generous reward!"

Stimulated by high positions and generous salaries, the soldiers became more and more excited, their boiling blood rushed to their faces, and their eyes were filled with bright red murderous intent.

“Charge!”

“Kill!”

Following the commander's order, the black Xuanniao flag fluttered in the wind, and all the soldiers roared and shouted, bravely rushing forward.

The Xiongnu side was not willing to be outdone. Under the command of Touman, thousands of bows and arrows were fired at the same time. They brandished scimitars and galloped towards the opposite side on horseback.

However, just as the battle was about to begin, something happened that caught the Hun soldiers off guard.

The Qin army suddenly changed its formation, with its wings spread out to the sides, revealing its weak center point.

Before they could rejoice, they were horrified to find something coming through the air at an incredible speed.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Thousands of bullets flew in with terrible destructive power, hitting hundreds of people in an instant.

For a moment, gray-white smoke filled the air.

Confused exclamations, the sounds of horses stirring, painful howls, the sounds of falling flesh... came one after another.

"Wha... Um..."

“Uhh—”

Touman, who was protected by his personal guards, suddenly narrowed his pupils. He looked at his subordinates whose faces were blown into a bloody mess and subconsciously raised his shield.

Unknown fear spread in his heart. He suppressed his turbulent emotions, remained calm, and then immediately shouted a warning.

"There's a hidden weapon!"

"Raise your shield!"

"Defend! Defend!"

In fact, there was no need for the leader to remind them. The Hun soldiers had already instinctively raised their shields for defense. The tragic situation of their tribesmen frightened them, and they had a slight thought of retreating.

They had never seen a weapon with such great power. It was faster than an arrow and could take a life in a breath.

The two sides fought, and in the first round, the Huns were at a disadvantage.

Seeing that morale had dropped significantly, Touman's face suddenly darkened.

Fortunately, he noticed that the enemy's two wings were shrinking, and deduced that the strange weapon might have been used up or needed time to prepare.

So he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, raised it high, and roared to boost morale.

"Warriors! The despicable Central Plains people have used up all those strange hidden weapons."

"Don't be afraid, let's go! Avenge our people!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The Hun soldiers looked around at their compatriots who had died in such a tragic way. The raging anger in their chests dispelled their fear, and their heart-wrenching voices were filled with hatred.

As a nomadic people, the Huns often fought with wild beasts, and thus developed a fierce and aggressive character, just like a group of vicious wolves.

Their faces were red, their eyes were wide open, they raised their shields in one hand and swung their scimitars in the other, slashing at the enemy fiercely.

The Qin cavalry were no pushovers either. The weapons forged using the steel-casting method were sharper and reflected a cold edge.

On the vibrant grassland, weapons clashed, swords danced, howls were heard incessantly, and hot blood sprayed on the ground, slowly turning cold and black, becoming the color of death.

The soldiers were fighting, and the two generals were also fighting.

"Damn, he's as cunning as a rat!"

Meng Tian spat out a mouthful of blood foam and cursed fiercely.

He came from a family of generals and had led troops for many years, so he was good at both martial arts and strategy.

But Touman was as big as a bear and very cautious, so there was nothing they could do to him in a short period of time.

As time passed, the tender green grassland turned dark red, filled with an ominous atmosphere.

Relying on its unmatched muskets, the Qin army gradually gained the upper hand.

No matter how hard the Hun soldiers resisted, they could only protect themselves and could not save the horses under them at all.

In the torrent of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, if they lost their mounts, the only thing waiting for them was to be crushed into meat paste by horses' hooves.

By the time all of the Qin army's ammunition was used up, the Huns had been beaten back step by step and suffered heavy casualties.

Seeing that the battle situation was not good, Touman ordered the army to retreat tactically, while shouting again to boost morale.

"Warriors, hold on a little longer!"

"Reinforcements will arrive soon, and we will be able to turn defeat into victory soon!"

"By then, land, money, women, cattle and sheep...will be inexhaustible and inexhaustible!"

The leader's passionate encouragement lifted the spirits of the Hun soldiers, and a glimmer of hope appeared on their desperate faces.

Yes! They still have 100,000 reinforcements from the Donghu. As long as the reinforcements arrive, the defeat can be reversed immediately.

Feeling the renewed morale, Touman breathed a sigh of relief that was barely perceptible.

He looked towards the east for a moment, his eyes filled with ambition to win.

We must win this battle.

He Touman will definitely lead the tribe to build a great empire and conquer the world.

On the other side, Meng Tian had sharp ears and eyes, and Touman had a loud voice, so they naturally heard the Huns' nonsense.

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