"Arrogant bastard!!"

Seeing that Sun Jian dared to provoke him alone, Mi Jia couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Despite her anger, Mika had no intention of personally taking action.

Mika turned to a burly man beside her and said, "Go, kill him!"

"yes!"

The burly man agreed, then spurred his horse forward, carrying a spiked club, and charged towards Sun Jian with a howling voice.

Seeing this, Sun Jian remained where he was, but leaned forward slightly, staring intently at his opponent.

Just as the Xianbei strongman's spiked club was about to reach his face, Sun Jian leaned forward, then twisted his wrist, stabbing the ancient sword in his hand into the man's chest, and then pulled it out instantly.

The two men had barely passed each other when the burly Xianbei man fell off his horse.

This brief exchange was incredibly fast; the Xianbei cavalry, including Mi Jia, didn't even see what happened.

"General Sun is mighty!"

Upon seeing this, Yuwen Qi immediately shouted, and the soldiers of the Yuwen tribe cheered. In contrast, the Xianbei army fell silent.

At the same time, Sun Jian reined in his horse, raised his ancient sword, which was stained with a trace of blood, and pointed it at the Xianbei army formation opposite him, even waving it provocatively.

Mi Jia looked at Sun Jian, who had stopped, and then turned to the other generals beside him with a grim face. "Who will kill that Han general and restore face for our Xianbei?"

At this moment, he also understood that Sun Jian's challenge was intended to demoralize them. Now that they had already lost a round, they either had to launch an immediate attack or send more people to fight each other.

At this moment, the Xianbei soldiers were still very tired after many days of marching, while the Yuwen tribe was much more energetic and had high morale.

If we rush in now, the outcome will be uncertain.

Therefore, Mika still hoped to win a round to boost morale and increase the chances of victory.

"Chief, oh my god!!"

"Let me go and kill that arrogant Han general!"

As soon as Mika finished speaking, several of the officers behind him shouted at the same time.

These people are all warriors from various tribes, known for their fighting prowess.

"You all go together, kill him no matter what!"

Finally, Mika pointed out the four strongest men. Although it might not be a glorious victory to gang up on the few, as long as they could win, that was fine.

Sun Jian grinned as he watched the four generals rush out from the Xianbei army.

This is finally getting interesting!

Seeing that these four are all clad in iron armor, they must all be generals with more than a thousand men. Only such people are worthy of the precious sword in their hands.

This time, Sun Jian remained where he was, his eyes fixed on the four Xianbei generals who charged forward one after another, like a tiger eyeing a fat sheep delivered to its door.

Sun Jian only moved when the foremost Xianbei general rushed within twenty paces of him.

"Traitorous general, prepare to die!!"

With a roar, Sun Jian spurred his horse, which pawed two holes in the ground with its hind hooves, propelling it forward like an arrow.

Sun Jian's voice was like a tiger's roar, deafening, and even the Xianbei general was slightly stunned by the sound.

In the instant he was distracted, a dark figure rushed up to him. Before he could even raise his lance, a flash of cold light appeared, and then he felt himself fly up and could no longer see anything.

With a single stroke of the sword, he cuts off a man's head...

Before people could even see what was happening, one of the generals died by Sun Jian's sword.

After Sun Jian killed the Xianbei general, two Xianbei generals who were behind him rushed to his side, one on the left and one on the right.

Two spears fiercely thrust at Sun Jian from both sides. Faced with this situation, Sun Jian immediately fell backward onto his horse, barely dodging this extremely dangerous combined attack.

After dodging the attack, Sun Jian immediately stood up, holding the reins in one hand and the ancient sword in the other, and charged towards a Xianbei general who was running at the back.

The enemy general, wielding an iron rod, used the momentum of his sprint to smash it down fiercely towards Sun Jian.

If Sun Jian's earlier slaying of the Xianbei general relied on a roar that caught the enemy off guard, then what followed depended on his own bravery.

Faced with the iron rod that the enemy general hurled down, Sun Jian neither dodged nor evaded, but directly swung his precious sword and slashed at it with all his might.

With a clang, the metal clashed and buzzed.

The Xianbei general holding the iron rod felt a tremendous force surge through him, his tiger's mouth went numb, and the iron rod instantly slipped from his hand.

Before the deafening roar subsided, the Xianbei general saw a flash of light, a head flew high into the air, and a spurt of blood gushed from its neck.

After charging ten steps, Sun Jian pulled on the reins, mounted his warhorse, and turned to charge at the two Xianbei generals.

Although Sun Jian's warhorse was not a famous warhorse in history, it was one of the top-quality horses bred at the Danyang Military Horse Farm.

In terms of both size and explosive power, it far surpasses ordinary Xianbei warhorses.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Jian rushed to the two Xianbei generals.

At that moment, the two Xianbei generals had just reined in their horses and turned around.

With a flick of his wrist, Sun Jian swept his blade toward a Xianbei general on his left. The gleaming blade emitted a low whistling sound in the air.

The Xianbei general never expected Sun Jian to rush over so quickly, and in his haste, he could only parry with his spear.

However, with Sun Jian's domineering and swift sweep, the wooden spear shaft in his hand was directly sliced ​​in two by the sharp sword, and then the blade slid across his neck.

Before the Xianbei general's head had even fallen, Sun Jian flicked his wrist, and the precious sword in his hand emitted a terrifying whistling sound as it swept diagonally across his companion's head.

With a cracking sound, the last Xianbei general's head was cleaved in two by the ancient sword, and he fell off his horse with half his head still attached, his death the most gruesome.

In less than five rounds, all four Xianbei generals died under Sun Jian's blade.

"General Sun is mighty!!"

Seeing this series of thrilling scenes, the soldiers of Yuwen's troops in the rear were all beaming with excitement, cheering loudly, and their morale reached its peak.

Although Sun Jian was not a warrior of their tribe, he was on their side.

In their view, nothing is more inspiring than fighting alongside such a formidable figure.

Meanwhile, the Xianbei army was completely silent. The fact that four generals known for their bravery had been so easily killed by Sun Jian was a disgrace to them, who prided themselves on their prowess.

Mika felt a tremor in his heart as he looked at Sun Jian, who had stopped again in front of the two armies.

He originally thought that Lü Bu was invincible, but this guy named Sun Jian was not much worse than Lü Bu.

Where did all these burly men come from...?