I don't know how the troops in Baitu City were deployed.

In short, they successfully lured four or five thousand Qiang people over and hid flammable materials outside the city beforehand.

They could only wait for the Qiang people to get close before revealing themselves and shooting them with rockets.

A typical example of winning a battle with fewer troops must have had a leader with considerable skill.

Just as Liu Wei and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were watching the fire from across the river on a hillside three miles away from Baitucheng, a raging fire broke out around Baitucheng.

The flames stretched around the city, and countless Qiang people struggled in the raging fire, but the flames on their bodies could not be extinguished.

The surrounding Qiang people could only watch helplessly as their companions struggled and cried out in the fire, then stopped moving and gradually fell silent.

The smell of barbecue wafted around, it smelled delicious, but the thought of it being made by a human made one want to vomit.

Of the four or five thousand Qiang people, nearly a thousand perished in the flames as rockets continued to rain down, and another thousand died from arrows.

However, the killing blows awaiting the Qiang people were not yet over.

Suddenly, the gates of Baitu City swung open, and a cavalry force of about five or six hundred men, fully armored and wielding spears, charged out.

The Qiang people, who were already in disarray due to the fire, were even more terrified when they saw cavalry charging out.

Unable to mount any effective resistance, they were repeatedly cut down by the five hundred cavalrymen, who slashed and cut them off one after another.

Then they were trampled by warhorses, their brains splattered and their intestines bursting out.

With these five hundred cavalrymen charging out, the battlefield had become one-sided.

"This cavalry unit is quite capable in combat, especially the young officer in charge, whose marksmanship is superb."

Yan Xiaoliu had excellent eyesight and spotted the young general leading the five hundred cavalrymen from two or three miles away.

"The Qiang army is in disarray; this is just a case of beating a drowning dog," Yan Xiaoqi thought differently.

"How can you say that five hundred cavalrymen are inferior to nearly three thousand enemies?"

Yan Xiaoba said, "Do you think every cavalryman in the world is like us eighteen brothers?"

Yan Xiaojiu replied, "There are always people more capable than you, so you need to be humble and modest, you know?"

"On the battlefield, the brave prevail when paths cross. Ninth Brother, who still cares about reason with you?"

"....."

The eighteen riders of Yanyun looked at the distant battlefield, commenting and making opinions, just like onlookers.

Their views were diametrically opposed, and they quickly split into two factions, attacking each other.

Liu Wei couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that perhaps they were just being idle.

Keep in mind, they were in a major city, and they were the ones who slaughtered three thousand Xiongnu cavalry with just eighteen horsemen. How terrifying was that?

However, Liu Wei's goodwill towards this group of people in Baitu City increased significantly.

They might be soldiers under Dong Zhuo's command, or Han Chinese civilians who remained in Shangjun.

However, it is more likely that they were Dong Zhuo's troops.

Because ordinary people don't have such powerful bows and crossbows, or such formal armor.

So which of Dong Zhuo's troops was it?

Just as Liu Wei was speculating, the battlefield in the distance also changed.

The ambush with rockets and flammable ground materials had already caused heavy casualties among the Qiang people. With the addition of this cavalry charge, the Qiang people quickly became unable to hold out.

Hundreds of Qiang people, accompanied by about ten riders, have begun to retreat southwest.

Without much thought, these ten or so riders must be the leaders of this Qiang cavalry. They probably saw that their men not only failed to capture the city, but also suffered more than half of their losses.

Now the cavalry in the city have seized the opportunity to attack, and the defeat is inevitable. The best course of action is to leave as soon as possible.

The Han Chinese cavalry that had come out to pursue them, including the general wielding a long spear, also saw the enemy's movements. He raised his spear high, let go of the other scattering cavalry, and chased after them.

However, the routed soldiers blocked their way.

The young general's spear danced like pear blossoms, carving a path for the cavalry behind him.

They abandoned the other Qiang cavalry and charged directly at the hundreds of Qiang cavalrymen.

The target, of course, was the leader of this Qiang cavalry.

However, only the young general and about ten knights charged forward.

Upon seeing this, the Qiang cavalry leader immediately ordered his guards to stop and turned around to surround the area.

If I had some reservations about your four or five hundred cavalry, I certainly wouldn't take these ten or so cavalrymen seriously.

With a hundred men against a dozen, victory is assured.

Sure enough, the young general and his dozen or so guards were immediately surrounded.

They chased each other, getting closer and closer to where Liu Wei and his group were.

Liu Wei could almost see the young player's face.

However, even the best of both worlds can't fight against four. They were able to put up a fight at first, but after a while, they started to feel overwhelmed.

Although the young general remained as brave as ever, his spear, as sharp as a dragon or a python, took the lives of many Qiang cavalrymen.

However, the guards behind him were far inferior. At first, they were able to kill many enemies, but their strength gradually diminished later on.

As the battle raged on, the number of guards dwindled until, in the end, only the young general remained.

On the Qiang side, there were still fifty or sixty men who launched repeated attacks, causing the young general's spear to move slower and slower.

"Brother Yan, we are all compatriots. Anyone who kills a foreigner deserves respect. We cannot stand by and watch them die!"

"Go and help that young general out of his predicament!"

The eighteen riders of Yanyun were also worried for the young general and had long wanted to help him.

But since Liu Wei did not give the order, they could only remain motionless.

As soon as Liu Wei spoke, they immediately mounted their horses and said, "My lord, rest here, we'll be right back!"

Eight riders were left to guard Liu Wei on either side, while ten black figures sped away like arrows released from a bow.

The crescent-shaped scimitar gleamed with a cold light, and the Qiang people fell from their horses one after another.

The Qiang chieftain never expected an ambush. Before he could even react, Yan Da swung his crescent-shaped blade from an unbelievable angle and took his head in less than a single exchange.

The other fifty-odd Qiang people were all killed on horseback in no time.

In the entire process, the ten riders of Yanyun annihilated the enemy in just a few breaths, an efficiency that was astonishing.

However, considering that their eighteen riders had managed to kill three thousand Xiongnu people, it didn't seem like much.

The young gunman, believing himself to be surrounded and near death, contemplated suicide.

He was ordered by his uncle to lead his only five hundred cavalrymen out of the city to fight the enemy, disrupt their formation, and achieve great success. It was time for him to return to the city.

Relying on his superior martial arts skills and outstanding marksmanship, he became greedy for merit and prepared to capture the Qiang people's leader alive.

However, the experienced Qiang general tricked him into leaving the group, leaving him with only about ten men.

They then launched a counterattack, killing all of the young spearman's followers. Had he not been a master of spearmanship, he would have been surrounded and beaten off his horse by the Qiang people.

The young general, wielding a spear, was secretly alarmed as he looked at the ten masked knights in front of him, wearing black cloaks, carrying crescent-shaped swords, and riding tall, magnificent horses.

But he should be grateful to these people who saved him:

"Thank you all for your bravery in rescuing me!"

He lowered his gun, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "I am Zhang Xiu, nephew of Zhang Ji, one of the four fierce generals under the governor of Bingzhou. Please leave your names so I can express my gratitude!"

The ten riders from Yanyun did not answer, but instead looked behind him.

Liu Wei and the other eight riders have arrived.

He exclaimed in surprise when he heard the young player introduce himself!

"You are Zhang Xiu, the King of Spears of the North?"