Although Murong Tu couldn't figure out Shefu's intentions, since there was an enemy stronghold blocking the way, it had to be eliminated.

Even an idiot leader knows what to do; no one would continue advancing without regard for enemy camps behind them.

After some discussion, Murong Tu and Yuwen Mohuai dispatched 10,000 able-bodied men from the Murong tribe to advance and attack the enemy camp.

Soon, the vanguard sent by Murong Tu approached the Wuhuan people's camp.

The grasslands were sparsely wooded, and the Wuhuan people's camps, as the scouts had reported, were exceptionally rudimentary.

Especially the stockade wall, the gap between the two wooden stakes is wide enough for a strong man to pass through directly.

Although the camp was simple, it was built by the water, thus avoiding the danger of being surrounded from all sides.

Meanwhile, following Li Ru's instructions, the Wuhuan people dug two rings of trenches and numerous horse traps around the camp to defend against the Xianbei cavalry charges.

After briefly surveying the camp, Murong Cuo, who was in charge of the team, ordered 10,000 able-bodied men to dismount and split into three groups to surround the Wuhuan people's camp.

Soon, the Xianbei soldiers successfully crossed the trenches and horse traps, arriving at a distance of 150 paces from the camp.

Just as they were about to approach, some Wuhuan soldiers armed with bows and arrows suddenly emerged from behind the fence and aimed at the approaching Xianbei youths.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

A whooshing sound rang out as sharp arrows shot towards the Xianbei youths.

In an instant, the Xianbei youths who were close to the front let out miserable groans and fell to the ground, all hit by arrows.

The Xianbei soldiers behind them also hurriedly drew their bows and nocked arrows, retaliating against the Wuhuan people in the camp.

Both sides' soldiers were skilled in archery and horsemanship, and their archery skills were equally matched.

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and countless arrows flew between the two sides. Although the Wuhuan people's camp was simple, the wooden stakes could still provide some protection.

As time went on, the casualties among the Xianbei people also increased.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and the Xianbei people had lost more than a thousand men, while the Wuhuan people had only lost four hundred.

However, the exchange of shots between the two sides ended there.

Unlike the Han Dynasty, they did not have enough arrows to sustain a prolonged exchange of fire.

Just as the Xianbei people put away their bows and arrows and prepared to continue their attack, the three gates of the stockade suddenly opened.

The Wuhuan people rode their warhorses out of the camp and charged towards the Xianbei people.

Without their warhorses, the Xianbei people had neither spears nor armor, and were utterly powerless to resist the Wuhuan cavalry.

The Wuhuan people on horseback, maneuvering their warhorses, recklessly charged and trampled the Xianbei youths, their sabers held high above them, reaping the lives of the Xianbei.

In a short while, the Xianbei youths responsible for attacking the camp lost more than a thousand men again. The surviving Xianbei youths also suffered a great loss of morale and hurriedly turned around and fled towards the trench.

“Damn it, as people of the grasslands, they actually use such despicable methods of the Han people to fight against us.”

Murong Cuo, who was watching the battle from the rear, was so angry that his face turned red. He hadn't expected these Wuhuan people to be so cunning.

After all the Xianbei men had retreated, the Wuhuan people began to clean up the battlefield, collect their arrows, and continue to maintain a defensive posture.

One of the guards looked at Murong Cuo and asked, "Chief, what should we do?"

Murong Cuo said in a deep voice, "Order those men to rest for a while, then fill in the trenches and horse traps. Once the area is leveled, then launch the attack!"

Without cavalry cover, these ordinary Xianbei men were simply unable to withstand the Wuhuan's counterattack.

After resting for a while, Murong Cuo immediately dispatched four thousand men to fill in the trenches and horse traps, while the rest rode on horseback, always on guard against a surprise attack by the Wuhuan people.

In contrast, the Wuhuan soldiers took their bows and arrows and went out of the camp to shoot and kill the Xianbei people who were responsible for burying the dead. Screams of agony rang out once again.

This not only caused heavy losses to the Xianbei people, but also greatly hindered their burial speed.

Unfortunately, arrows were limited, and after an hour, the Xianbei people still managed to fill in a passage.

The Wuhuan people also retreated to their camp. Some of them took long spears and guarded the back of the camp wall, while others mounted their horses and waited for the battle with the Xianbei people.

They knew they couldn't hold out for long, but their expressions remained unusually resolute.

When these Wuhuan people came to garrison this camp, they were already prepared to die.

Just as Shefu said, they had occupied the Xianbei people's grasslands, and it was a fight to the death.

If they win, their wives and daughters can still live a good life, but if they lose this time, they and their wives and daughters will become slaves of the Xianbei people, and they will lose everything.

For the Wuhuan people, this was a crucial moment that determined the survival of their race; death was no longer so terrifying.

"attack!!"

At Murong Cuo's command, the Xianbei people surged towards the Wuhuan camp like a tidal wave.

As a result, the Xianbei people were met with a resolute counterattack from the Wuhuan people.

These Wuhuan people, determined to die, unleashed a terrifying fighting force, repelling the Xianbei attacks time and time again.

If Murong Cuo hadn't dispatched his supervisory team to kill a large number of deserters, those Xianbei youths who were used as cannon fodder would have collapsed long ago.

After an hour of fierce fighting, the camp was in ruins, and of the original five thousand defenders, only two thousand remained.

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