"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Screams shattered the tranquility of the night, and countless disheveled Hunnic tribesmen and soldiers awoke as if from a dream, fleeing in disarray from their tents.

Their faces were filled with terror and confusion; they had no idea from which direction the enemy was attacking.

In the darkness, arrows came from all directions like swarms of locusts, wave after wave.

The campfire was extinguished, the warhorses neighed and fell, and countless Xiongnu people struggled to survive amidst a hail of arrows.

They fled in all directions, trying to find a place to hide.

However, on this grassland of Sheyanze, there is nothing to cover the view except for the open grass.

The entire camp was plunged into chaos and panic, and the shadow of death loomed over everyone.

The Xiongnu were trapped in a desperate situation during this sudden night raid.

They could only run away with their heads in their hands or find a place to hide.

The Xiongnu soldiers and tribal people numbered a total of thirty to forty thousand.

Their tents, like scattered stars, stretched for miles.

Suddenly, the enemy attacked, and the entire camp was thrown into a chaotic vortex.

Everyone felt insecure, and panic spread like wildfire.

Shi Tu Gu left behind seven or eight thousand soldiers in this place, commanded by two junior captains.

These two junior captains, however, were indulging in fine wine and women, drinking and making merry every day, living a life of debauchery, and never expected that someone would dare to ambush them.

In their view, who would dare to invade without tens of thousands of troops?

However, on such a peaceful night, shouts of battle suddenly rang out from all directions, like thunderclaps exploding over the camp.

The two junior captains were still fast asleep, embracing the woman, as if the chaos of the world had nothing to do with them.

Their negligence will soon come at a heavy price for this sneak attack.

The other centurions, realizing the danger, could only call upon their soldiers to gather and try to organize their men to mount their horses and resist.

Just then, from the north, east, and west of Sheyanze, came a series of thunderous hoofbeats, like rolling thunder.

In the darkness, countless tall figures appeared and disappeared, the swords and spears in their hands gleaming coldly in the firelight.

These figures, like black whirlwinds, rushed swiftly into the Xiongnu camp, leaving behind traces of death wherever they went.

They killed anyone they saw and set fire to any tents they encountered, instantly turning the edge of Sheyanze into a sea of ​​fire.

The Xiongnu people were thrown into panic, crying out for their parents and fleeing in all directions.

The screams of women, the cries of children, and the agonizing screams of the elderly blended together under the night sky into a mournful elegy.

The surface of Sheyanze Lake was glowing red from the firelight, resembling a vast ocean of blood, with magnificent waves.

In this sudden night raid, death and fear became the only themes.

The tranquility of Sheyanze was completely shattered at this moment.

When the two junior captains were awakened in a panic, five squads of cavalrymen clad in iron armor and wielding spears and sharp blades had already ruthlessly ravaged the camp.

The once unruly and ferocious Huns now resemble a group of helpless young girls.

Their wildness and arrogance vanished without a trace under the enemy's iron hooves, replaced by fear and despair.

Their resistance seemed so pale and powerless, like tiny fireflies trying to light their way in the darkness, yet unable to withstand the giant waves in the darkness.

Their resistance not only failed to stop the enemy's attack, but seemed to have aroused the enemy's bestiality, making them more frenzied and cruel.

Spears, like a forest, pierced their bodies again and again; sharp blades, like frost, slashed their throats one after another.

The wails and cries echoed throughout the entire Sheyanze, like a mournful song, poignant and tragic.

They once thought that with the protection of the Bingzhou Governor's Office, they could live a peaceful life, put aside their fears, and live and work in peace on this land.

However, they never imagined that misfortune would strike so suddenly, and that their home would suffer such a devastating catastrophe.

This was not just a massacre, but a destruction of the soul.

The pride, resilience, and beliefs of the Xiongnu people seemed to be trampled underfoot and ruthlessly crushed at this moment.

At this moment, He Chang, who was urinating, had not yet finished urinating when he abandoned the two Xiongnu women and hid in the tent.

He hurriedly put on his robes, preparing to slip away and escape this place of trouble.

However, upon stepping out of the tent, they discovered that countless menacing cavalrymen had already stormed into the camp.

A cavalryman overturned a campfire outside He Chang's tent and threw it inside.

The tent burst into flames instantly!

He Chang hurriedly retreated, cut open the tent, and escaped from the back.

However, the cavalry, like a tidal wave, had already surged forward.

He Chang hurriedly lay down on the ground and grabbed a Xiongnu man who had been shot dead to shield himself.

Amidst the flames, the other party failed to notice these circumstances, allowing He Chang to escape danger for the time being.

Still shaken, He Chang didn't know how long he had been lying there.

Because cavalrymen were constantly chasing and killing any living Xiongnu people outside.

Only after the sounds of horses' hooves and screams gradually subsided did He Chang dare to get up.

He discovered that a vast open space in Sheyanze was crowded with Xiongnu women and girls, but there was not a single living man.

Countless Han cavalrymen, their bodies stained with the stench of blood, surrounded the Xiongnu.

A young general, surrounded by a group of officers, stood on a high ground, directing his cavalry to clean up the battlefield.

The seized gold, silver, and grain were piled up like mountains.

The eight thousand Xiongnu soldiers left here hadn't even had a chance to mount their horses before they were either killed on the spot or escaped into the darkness in the chaos.

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