Shejinlu, who had led his troops to a stop outside the tribal camp, walked forward with a smug look on his face, holding a Han-style longsword.

"Da Mi Hu, come out and face your death!"

Upon hearing Shejinlu's shout, the Japanese soldiers in the tribe looked at each other in surprise. They had never expected that Shejinlu, with only five hundred men, would have the audacity to challenge them.

Upon learning the news, the tribal chief, Damihu, led his two thousand Japanese soldiers out of the camp with a disdainful expression.

On the battlefield, Damihu looked at Shejinlu and said contemptuously, "Shejinlu, how dare you come here to cause trouble? Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Hmph~, the one who should be dying today is you, Damihu!"

Shejinlu snorted and then shouted, "Warriors, kill them all!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shejinlu led five hundred Han soldiers straight towards Damihu's troops.

"Kill them!"

Seeing that Shizutsu had launched the first attack, Damiko also led his men to charge forward.

Soon, the soldiers from both sides were entangled and began to swing their weapons at each other.

For a time, the center of the battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, screams of agony, and cries of pain.

These soldiers of the Han vassal army, though utterly powerless against the Han army, displayed remarkable courage against the Japanese soldiers of similar height and build.

Knowing that the Han army was right behind them, and knowing that victory was certain, they fought desperately.

Thus, the Han army, with five hundred against two thousand, managed to fight Damihu's forces to a standstill.

Damihu, standing in the formation, noticed the exceptionally fierce Han soldiers and the iron longswords in their hands. His pupils contracted, and he quickly realized something was wrong.