Before long, scouts from the other three divisions came to report that all the forces from all four sides were ready.

Tan Shihuai drew his curved sword from his waist, the tip of which pointed at the Jie tribe.

"Sound the horn, attack!!!"

At a command, the dozen or so guards beside Tan Shihuai simultaneously removed the horns from their waists.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~!"

The bugle call, signaling an attack, immediately resounded in all directions. The mournful sound of the bugle was particularly jarring in the quiet morning.

"kill!!"

As soon as the horn sounded, Tan Shihuai roared and spurred his warhorse down the earthen slope, with the Xianbei soldiers roaring and following closely behind.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Attacks were launched simultaneously from the other three directions, with shouts of battle echoing each other.

The shouts of battle and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves awakened the Jie people in the tribe.

Many Jie people rushed out of their tents with weapons, not even bothering to put on their clothes.

"My God...who are they?"

A Jie man, seeing the approaching cavalry, widened his eyes and cried out in surprise.

Seeing the densely packed Xianbei cavalry on all sides, the Jie people who had charged out turned pale and trembled, but they still gripped their weapons tightly and gathered together.

"Kill them!!"

At that moment, the Xianbei cavalry charged into the tribe from four directions.

With a loud roar, Tan Shihuai led his men straight towards the Jie people who were armed, and the Jie people also mustered their courage to meet them.

Rushing forward, Tan Shihuai sneered and slashed his curved blade diagonally down at a Jie person in front of him with incredible speed.

Before the Jie man could react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and his body was severed from his head.