Just as Li Ru ordered the Xianbei soldiers to cut off the heads of the Dayuan soldiers, the Xianbei cavalry responsible for ambushing Dayuan on the southern route were also ready.

Around noon, a cavalry force of two thousand men from Dayuan arrived at a fork in the road.

At this fork in the road, one path leads east to another tribe; the other leads north to the tribe where Li Ru and his group reside.

The officer in charge also noticed the sign leading to the north road, which read: "Ambush ahead, do not proceed!"

Upon seeing the words on the wooden sign, the Dayuan officer frowned and looked eastward.

"Pass on my order: the entire army shall advance north!"

"General, didn't this notice say there's an ambush to the north? Why...?"

Upon hearing the officer's order, the deputy general asked with a puzzled expression.

The officer in charge glared at him: "Do you think I'm a fool? If the enemy really had an ambush, why would they tell you? They put up this sign to prevent us from taking the north route. Their real ambush must be on the east route. I'm not going to fall for their trick!"

"The general is right; it was I who was foolish!"

After hearing the officer's analysis, the deputy general nodded in agreement with a look of sudden realization.

"Alright, let's hurry on our way!"

The Dayuan officer waved his hand, then pulled on the reins, leading the group northward.

After traveling for about an hour, the officer in charge looked at the earthen slopes on both sides of the road ahead, his brow furrowed, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

"What, General?"

The deputy general standing nearby stepped forward and asked in a questioning tone.

"It's nothing. Let's keep going and try to reach the next tribe before sunset."

The officer in charge naturally wouldn't voice his unease. After all, he had led the team with complete confidence. If he were to reveal his anxiety now, wouldn't he lose face?

The group continued onward, and to conceal his composure, he did not send anyone out to scout. Before long, the group arrived between the earthen slopes on both sides.

Looking at the earthen slopes that were more than two hundred paces apart on both sides, the officer in charge of the team couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In his view, even the bows and arrows they bought at high prices from the Kushan Empire could only shoot 180 paces. The bows and arrows from the Western Regions were simply not capable of such a long-distance ambush.

"Release the arrows!!"

Just as the Dayuan officer was pondering this, a loud shout suddenly rang out from behind the earthen slopes on both sides.

The Dayuan officer's heart skipped a beat. He saw nearly a thousand soldiers armed with bows and arrows emerge from the earthen slopes on both sides. The sharp arrows gleamed dangerously in the sunlight.

"not good……!!"

Before the officer in charge could finish speaking, nearly two thousand arrows whistled down, a vast expanse of black shadows resembling locusts.

The formation of the Dayuan cavalry was immediately disrupted by this sudden attack.

Although they were all wearing armor purchased from the Kushan Empire, this ordinary armor was like a piece of paper to the armor-piercing arrows made of refined iron.

A series of screams rang out as hundreds of Dayuan soldiers were shot off their horses before they could react. Some of the closer cavalrymen were even pinned to the ground, horse and all.

Blood splattered everywhere, and cries of agony never ceased.

Before the Dayuan cavalry could recover from their panic, a second volley of arrows followed, then a third, a fourth... This momentum completely shocked the Dayuan cavalry, and the entire force was thrown into chaos.

After the sixth volley of arrows ended, the original two thousand Dayuan cavalrymen were reduced to less than five hundred. The surviving Dayuan cavalrymen cried out in despair as they rushed frantically toward the exits on both sides of the earthen slope.

"What is this thing?" the Dayuan officer shouted in alarm. In his knowledge, he had never seen an arrow that could pierce armor at such a distance.

No one answered him, because the attack on both sides of the slope continued.

The arrows kept being fired, relentlessly devouring the lives of soldiers along the way.

Even the guards around the Dayuan officer were almost all killed or wounded. He even saw with his own eyes that one of his personal guards had his eye pierced by a sharp arrow, and he fell backward with his eyes wide open.

The Dayuan officer knew that the situation was out of control, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and flee with his soldiers.

Compared to the soldiers, the bright armor of the Dayuan officer was more eye-catching. He had only run a few steps when several arrows appeared on his arms and shoulders.

The excruciating pain nearly made him faint, but his will to survive kept him gritting his teeth and continuing his escape.

Thanks to his luck, the Dayuan officer finally escaped the range of the arrow rain. Still in shock, he turned his head and saw that what lay behind him had become a living hell: corpses lay everywhere, there was not a single standing object, the yellow sand on the ground was stained red with blood, and the pungent smell of blood was nauseating.

The Dayuan officer looked up with lingering fear. The archers on both sides of the hilltop were still drawing their bows and nocking arrows, coldly searching for possible survivors.

Upon seeing the specially made large bows in the hands of the ambushing soldiers, completely different from those of the Western Regions, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but think of the powerful dynasty in the East—the Han.

The two thousand men he led, who had been ambushed, had been almost completely wiped out in just half an incense stick's time. Such a terrible battle naturally filled him with despair.

"Boom!"

Just then, a rumbling sound came from afar, and a group of cavalrymen in black armor surrounded the Dayuan officer.

With no hope of escape, he roared, drew his scimitar, and charged toward the enemy with bloodshot eyes.

In the next instant, the Dayuan officer was pierced through the body from different places by four spears of the Xianbei cavalry, and then another Xianbei cavalryman rushed forward and beheaded him with a single stroke...

As the sun set, the Xianbei cavalrymen in charge of the ambush returned to their camp with the heads of two thousand Dayuan cavalrymen from the southern route and reported back to Li Ru.

Thus, all eight thousand Dayuan cavalrymen responsible for attacking Wusun, except for Kemora, died at the hands of Xianbei cavalry.

While ordering the heads to be sent to the Wusun capital, Li Ru also ordered that Kemora be brought into the tent.

"Where are all the supplies you looted?"

"In response to your question, sir, they were all transported to our army's rear camps. The original plan was to transport them back to China after we returned to the army..."

The thought that of the eight thousand cavalrymen who had set out, only he remained, filled Camorra with immense sorrow.

Then, Li Ru took out a map and found the camp that Camora had mentioned.

According to the map, this camp was strategically located on the only route between Wusun and Dayuan. Whoever occupied this place would have the initiative to attack.