Li Ru's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless. He slowly turned around and followed the Wuhuan soldier who had come to summon him toward the main tent.

...

Five days later, twenty miles southwest of Feihu Pass, lies Yingchou Ravine.

The cold wind howled through the narrow, steep mountain ravine, whipping up snow and pebbles that stung people's faces, while a half-frozen stream at the bottom of the ravine made a wailing sound.

Guli Tu, the most valiant centurion under Wugu Lu and his cousin, was leading three hundred spirited Wuhuan cavalrymen swiftly along the rugged icy path at the bottom of the ravine.

Their target was Flying Fox Pass.

Guli Tu rode a magnificent black horse, his face filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

He glanced back at his silent yet fierce team, all warriors who had survived countless battles and were the apple of Brother Wugu Lu's eye.

In his view, as long as he takes Feihu Pass and seizes the weapons and winter supplies of those Han dogs, his elder brother will surely reward him handsomely!

Thinking of the intelligence provided by that Han dog named Li Ru, Gu Litu grinned maliciously. That mad dog was actually quite useful.

Soon, the group reached the narrowest part of the ravine, where the cold wind swirled and howled like ghosts.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Suddenly, a shrill and piercing horn sounded out of nowhere from the towering cliffs on both sides, instantly tearing apart the howling wind in the mountain stream!

"What happened?"

The sinister smile on Gu Litu's face froze instantly, turning into horror. Then he suddenly looked up!

On the steep cliffs on both sides, the snow suddenly burst open, revealing countless figures, their blinding glints blending together in the dim light...

Those are arrows from the Han army's crossbows, nocked and strung!

"There's an ambush!!"

Bone Force's roar was drowned out by the terrifying sound waves that erupted in the next instant!

"put!!!"

A cold, chilling command from the Han army pierced the wind with clarity!

Buzzing...

With a twang of bowstrings, countless crossbow bolts, gleaming with cold light, rained down like a torrential downpour, accompanied by piercing whistles, towards the Wuhuan cavalrymen in the narrow space at the bottom of the ravine!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The dull thuds of arrows piercing leather armor, tearing flesh, and embedding themselves in the horse's body instantly blended together.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Wuhuan army was thrown into chaos, with screams echoing through the air.

Warm blood splattered across the cold, snowy bottom of the ravine, creating a striking crimson stain.

"Raise your shields! Charge out!!"

Gu Li's eyes widened in fury as he roared and brandished his scimitar, attempting to deflect the incoming arrows.

His personal guards desperately raised their round shields to protect him, while arrows rained down on the shields with terrifying force!

However, this is only the beginning.

Rumble!

Huge logs and heavy stones were pushed down from the top of the cliff by the Han army with great force, crashing down on the Wuhuan cavalry who were already in chaos at the bottom of the ravine!

Snap! Pfft!

The sounds of bones cracking, warhorses neighing, and soldiers screaming in agony as they died mingled together, echoing through the mountains like a living hell.

The rolling logs and boulders easily crushed men and horses into mincemeat, blocking the narrow ravine.

"Oil! Launch rockets!"

The Han army's cold and ruthless orders came down, startling everyone.

The next moment, dozens of flaming arrows whistled as they shot into the bottom of the ravine!

The target was not the men and horses, but the supply wagons piled up by rolling logs and stones, and the grain and fodder packages scattered all over the ground!

Boom! Flames erupted instantly! The dry fodder and cart shafts burned fiercely, billowing thick smoke mixed with the stench of burning flesh! The flames licked at the terrified warhorses, causing even greater chaos!

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

Gu Litu's eyes turned bloodshot, and his voice became distorted.

This was not a weakness at all; it was an elaborate death trap, where his warriors were squeezed into this desperate situation like lambs to the slaughter!

However, their retreat route had already been blocked by the boulders and burning vehicles that followed, and their path forward was completely blocked by a hail of arrows and rolling logs!

The massacre turned into a one-sided harvest. The bravery of the Wuhuan warriors seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute terrain advantage and dense long-range attacks.

When the final, desperate roar was silenced by the muffled thud of an arrow piercing through the air, only the crackling of burning flames, the mournful cries of the surviving warhorses, and the thick, overwhelming stench of blood remained in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

Guli Tu and the three hundred of Wugu Lu's most elite warriors he brought were all wiped out.

Corpses and burning remains covered the narrow icy path at the bottom of the ravine. Blood melted the ice and snow, then quickly froze into dark red lumps of ice.