A cool morning breeze blew by, and Dong Zhuo, on horseback, took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

The weather here is rather gloomy today, with large clumps of light gray clouds gathering over this plain.

"What a perfect day!"

Looking at the dark clouds overhead, as if a storm was brewing, Dong Zhuo couldn't help but laugh.

Behind him were eight thousand elite Gaoliu soldiers. These soldiers were divided into small wedge formations of ten men each, which in turn formed a large goose formation.

This formation originated from the teachings of the Han army and is one of the most suitable formations for the elite Gaoliu troops to charge and use mounted archery.

Suddenly, a group of scouts appeared not far away. Upon closer inspection, two or three heads were hanging from the waists of the scouts.

A Xianbei officer in charge of the outpost went up to Dong Zhuo and asked a few questions before returning to his side: "Brother Dong, the scouts report that the enemy has 30,000 troops and is only 30 li away from our army. All the scouts they sent out have been killed by our scouts!"

"Good!" Dong Zhuo nodded in satisfaction and continued, "What is the situation with the enemy?"

"This enemy army has weak horses, and its soldiers have few armor and even few bows and arrows. More than 90% of them are dressed in plain clothes and wielding curved swords. Even our herdsmen are far stronger than them. Let alone 30,000, even if there are 50,000, our army can still defeat them!"

As he spoke, the Xianbei officer also displayed an arrogant expression.

He was considered one of the veterans of Tan Shihuai's army. Since the formation of Gaoliu's elite troops, they had never lost a battle except for one defeat against the Han cavalry.

Now that the elite troops of Gaoliu are equipped with the superior weapons of the Han Dynasty, such as armor, long swords, and crossbows, they naturally have the confidence to look down on any army other than the Han army.

"Haha, great!"

Upon hearing the Xianbei officer's words, Dong Zhuo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

For Dong Zhuo, these 30,000 enemy troops were a gift delivered to his doorstep, and he was naturally overjoyed.

Then, Dong Zhuo looked at the Xianbei officer and ordered, "Tell the brothers that all rewards for this battle will be given according to the Han Dynasty's military merit system. Let the brothers fight bravely against the enemy!"

"Yes, Brother Dong!"

Upon hearing this, the Xianbei officer was overjoyed and immediately rode away to relay Dong Zhuo's orders.

Soon, the news spread throughout the army, and the eight thousand soldiers erupted in cheers.

During their training with Han instructors and strategists, what impressed them most, besides the various systems and tactics of the Han Dynasty, was the military merit system of the Han Dynasty.

As long as you kill enemies, you can obtain a title, break through your own fixed class, become a nobleman that everyone envies, and bring blessings to your descendants.

This kind of thing was incredibly tempting to every Xianbei soldier.

Although he was not a formal member of the Han army, his king had accepted the title bestowed by the Emperor of Han, so he was considered a member of the Han army.

Furthermore, Dong Zhuo still enjoys considerable prestige among the Xianbei army, and no one would doubt the veracity of his promises.

For a moment, all the Xianbei soldiers stared at the distant horizon with shining eyes, wishing the enemy would appear before them immediately.

As noon approached, clouds of dust finally appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly approaching this direction.

"They're here!!"

The Xianbei soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately brightened up and, without needing any orders, eagerly jumped onto their horses.

"Ha~, these guys, have they never killed anyone before?"

Seeing that the Xianbei soldiers were even faster than him, Dong Zhuo couldn't help but chuckle.

After mounting his horse, Dong Zhuo instructed the Xianbei officer beside him: "Pass down the order: charge straight into the enemy formation. After breaking through, divide and annihilate the enemy in groups of thirty!"

"yes!"

The Xianbei officer agreed and then rode away.

Once the order was relayed to the entire army, 30,000 troops from Dayuan appeared on the horizon.

"Follow me and kill!"

Dong Zhuo immediately drew his long sword from his waist, roared, and spurred his horse to gallop away.

"kill!!"

Eight thousand elite troops from Gaoliu roared in unison and followed behind Dong Zhuo, charging towards the army of Dayuan like a black torrent.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves startled the Dayuan army that was on its way.

"What's going on? Where are our scouts? Why haven't they come to report even though the enemy is already right in front of us?"

Upon seeing the cavalry rushing towards them, the Dayuan official in charge of the team's expression changed, and he turned to shout loudly at his deputy beside him.

The lieutenant replied in a trembling voice, "Reporting to your Excellency, it seems the enemy ambushed and killed our scouts in an attempt to conceal their movements!"

"Damn it, a bunch of useless trash!"

Upon hearing this, the Dayuan official cursed angrily, his face turning extremely ugly.

"This is not the Second Prince's army!"

As the enemy troops drew ever closer, the Dayuan official's expression changed.

"Are these Xianbei people??"

Upon seeing the wolf flag in front of the enemy army, the Dayuan official's pupils shrank. News of the destruction of Wusun had already reached Dayuan last year.

The lieutenant asked urgently, "Sir, what should we do?"

The Dayuan official's eyes widened: "What do you mean, what to do? The enemy has already started charging. Running now is certain death. Let the soldiers charge forward and use our numerical advantage to surround and kill the enemy!"

"Yes, sir!"

The lieutenant agreed, then drew his scimitar and shouted, "Brothers, retreat means certain death, only charging forward offers a glimmer of hope! Charge!"

"Charge!"

Upon hearing this, the Dayuan cavalry spurred their horses and charged forward.

It wasn't that these Dayuan soldiers were particularly brave and fierce, but rather that they knew that when facing an enemy cavalry charge, the only way to survive was to charge head-on; otherwise, it was almost certain death.

As for turning around and running away, those in the back might have a slight chance, but those in the front shouldn't even think about it.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone charge!!"

The Dayuan official, while shouting orders, slowed his horse and quietly retreated to the center of the column.

Although what he said earlier sounded good—that he wanted to use numerical superiority to encircle and kill the enemy—it was just talk.

The sight of that cavalry unit, all clad in black armor, truly sent a chill down his spine.

He knew that his 30,000 ragtag troops were no match for the enemy, and that charging in would only lead to a more miserable death.

The deputy general not far away also noticed the actions of the Dayuan official. He immediately had an idea and, while directing his soldiers, retreated.

When the two armies were only five hundred paces apart, the two men had already retreated to the last rank of their ranks.

The lieutenant turned and asked, "Sir, is your horse also injured?"