The Northern Wuhuan people's flanking attack did indeed achieve their initial goal, successfully destroying the stockade wall that Huangfu Song and his men had just built, but the price they paid was a bit too high.

After the Northern Wuhuan cavalry that had launched the surprise attack fled in panic, Huangfu Song and his men arrived with their soldiers.

"Sigh... let's just give them a quick death!!"

Looking at the five hundred corpses lying on the ground and the more than two hundred wounded soldiers who were still groaning in pain, Huangfu Song sighed, walked around, and shook his head slightly.

"promise!!"

At Huangfu Song's command, the Han soldiers behind him drew their long swords and, under the terrified gazes of the Northern Wuhuan soldiers, ended their lives.

At this moment, Huangfu Song turned his gaze to the place where Qiu Liju and others were fighting. The Southern Wuhuan people relied on the terrain, while the Northern Wuhuan people relied on their fierce courage. For a time, the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

"Follow me!!"

Then, Huangfu Song gave an order and led the three thousand Han soldiers armed with bows and arrows to the back of the stockade gate, where they watched the soldiers fighting each other three hundred meters away.

"All hands, prepare!!"

Huangfu Song shouted, and three thousand Han soldiers took out their arrows and nocked them on their bowstrings.

"Lord Relic, something seems amiss!"

Han Qing, who had been keeping an eye on the rear of the camp, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw the hastily fleeing group.

"Um?"

The relic stared intently, and when it saw that the team responsible for flanking and sabotaging was not only in a sorry state, but also had lost nearly half its number, the relic was horrified!

"What happened? Why are there so few people back? Where is your leader?"

Seeing the remnants of the army running back to the front lines, Reli roared at a centurion while posing three soul-searching questions.

"Lord Sheri...they have...they have an ambush in their camp..."

The centurion swallowed hard, and as he recalled the two terrifying waves of arrows, he couldn't help but shudder.

"An ambush?? They're ambushing inside the camp? How many are there? Who are they?" Han Qing, standing next to Relic, looked at the centurion and asked.

"Archers! They're hiding inside their camp, there are probably over four thousand of them!! They're a group of herdsmen!"

Then the centurion gave a rough description of the whole process.

Han Qing pondered for a moment, then looked at Sheli and said, "Lord Sheli, he must be referring to those herdsmen who were transporting grain. Judging from the power of their weapons, they seem to be using the infantry bows commonly used by the Han army! It's likely that Huangfu Song left them with them! However, these herdsmen probably lacked accuracy, otherwise their casualties would have been much higher!"

"Um!"

Sheli nodded with a gloomy expression. "I didn't expect that Qiuliju and Nanlou would actually send a group of herdsmen who can draw bows. It seems they are indeed preparing to defend the village!"

Then, Sheli turned his gaze to the battlefield where the two sides were fighting. Seeing the situation, Sheli's expression softened. He saw that the soldiers of the Northern Wuhuan were becoming more and more courageous in their battle, and many Southern Wuhuan soldiers were falling off their horses.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Northern Wuhuan had gained a slight advantage. Even the exceptionally brave Qiuliju had a hideous wound on his body. On the other side, Nanlou was also very anxious. If this continued, he was afraid that his men would not be able to hold out for long.

Huangfu Song's deputy also noticed, "Captain, they're about to die!!"

Huangfu Song narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the center of the battlefield, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the mountain hollow not far away.

"Indiscriminate and concentrated firing from 300 meters away!! Fire!!"

"Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~"

At Huangfu Song's command, the sound of bowstrings vibrating rang out from behind.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

Three thousand arrows, whistling through the air, shot out from the ranks behind Huangfu Song.

Just as Qiu Liju had cut down an enemy, he suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching. He couldn't help but turn his head to look back, and what he saw terrified him.

The rain of arrows, consisting of three thousand sharp arrows, descended upon him like a dark cloud.

"not good!!"

Qiu Liju shouted, then quickly rolled to the side and hid under his warhorse, at the same time a rain of arrows fell.

Amidst screams of agony, soldiers from both sides were struck by arrows and fell from their horses, resulting in over five hundred casualties. The area that had been the most intense battle zone suddenly became a blank.

"Huh... what's going on??"

Although Qiuliju managed to hide under his warhorse in time, avoiding being riddled with arrows, his exposed legs were not spared. The two feathered arrows stuck in them were particularly conspicuous, and he grimaced in pain.

This sudden turn of events brought the entire battlefield to a moment of silence, with everyone staring blankly at the soldiers wailing and the warhorses neighing in the center of the battlefield.

"Help me!!"

After Qiu Liju shouted, his soldiers finally reacted and rushed forward to drag him back.

"Hiss~ They're so ruthless, they even kill their own people!!"

Seeing this, even the relic who was directing from a distance couldn't help but gasp.

"Lord Shariputra, let's retreat for now. They've already gone to great lengths to hold this place; continuing the fight will be disadvantageous for our army!"

"Phew~ Let's bring the brothers back!!"

Seeing the stalemate on the slope, Relic sighed helplessly and then ordered a retreat. If they continued like this, their losses would be too great.

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