Arrows flew everywhere, and soldiers fell one after another.

Warhorses let out desperate cries, their severed limbs and entrails, along with a mist of blood, scattered across the battlefield outside Wujin City.

This place is a living hell, a meat grinder for soldiers.

Fifteen thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen encountered a blockade of five thousand spearmen in the front.

It's like the tide encountering a solid reef, where it all comes to a standstill.

More than 10,000 cavalrymen charged in a dispersed manner, but only four or five hundred of them actually engaged in close combat!

The neatly arranged spears thrust out with all their might, piercing into the belly of the Xiongnu cavalry's warhorse.

Then, as soon as it was pulled out, large gushes of blood spurted out.

The rusty, bloody stench continued to spread, irritating everyone on the battlefield.

The three thousand crossbow bolts had already fired more than thirty volleys, and the soldiers had changed from volley fire to free, diffuse fire.

Whoosh whoosh!

As the arrows fell, screams and wails echoed across the battlefield, never ceasing!

On this vast battlefield, every lively life is reduced to a cold, lifeless number.

As two groups of three thousand Hu cavalrymen each charged out from the flanks, it signaled the start of Liu Wei's defensive counterattack.

Before setting off, Liu Wei also gave Liu Du's Xianbei camp and Pugu Huaiyu's Xiongnu camp a minor upgrade in their equipment.

Following Xue Rengui's four thousand cavalry, they were the first to be equipped with level two armor from the mall, and their crude and primitive weapons were replaced.

He was equipped with all kinds of weapons, including a ring-pommel sword, a hand axe, and a spear.

Although it cost nearly 100,000 points, the combat effectiveness of these two cavalry battalions was greatly enhanced.

This also earned Liu Du and Pugu Huaiyu, as well as their foreign soldiers, a sense of belonging.

Since joining Liu Wei's command, their two battalions have always been responsible for dirty and tiring work such as cleaning up battlefields, burying corpses, and seizing supplies.

Liu Wei never sent them to the battlefield to fight.

Now, as they march into Yunzhong, their equipment has been replaced, and they are arrayed on both flanks of the main formation beneath the city, awaiting orders.

Now that the two battalions have been ordered to launch a counterattack, it's time for the two men to show their prowess. They muster all their strength to let Liu Wei on the city wall see their bravery.

Two groups of Hu cavalry quickly cut into the heart of the Xiongnu army from the left and right flanks.

The Xiongnu had no choice but to send out equal numbers of troops to intercept them on both flanks.

Of the 15,000 cavalry, only 9,000 were able to charge head-on, and their numbers were rapidly decreasing.

In the distance, beneath the wolf flag, Huyan Qimai's eyes grew increasingly red, and the muscles on his face twitched incessantly.

Despite the overwhelming onslaught of the Xiongnu army, the Han people actually fought back!

As the two groups of Hu cavalry charged out, Huyan Qimai's eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the battlefield, his breathing becoming heavy.

Now is the critical moment. If we put in a little more effort, we will definitely be able to break through the Han army's defenses.

Because he saw that the Han army's spearmen had also been exchanged for two large platoons, about a thousand men, by the Xiongnu cavalry with their own flesh and blood.

Huyan Qimai swallowed hard and said fiercely, "Then let's see who breaks down first!"

"Go! You all go too!"

He had already sent out his last thousand-man commander.

Just then, the gates of Wujin City opened, and a troop of a thousand cavalrymen filed out.

The leader was actually a monk wielding a Buddhist knife!

As soon as they left the house, they headed south.

"Haha! The Han army commander in the city couldn't withstand the pressure and abandoned his soldiers to flee!"

Huyan Qimai naturally did not know whether Liu Wei had personally led the attack on Yunzhong.

Even from this distance, he couldn't see Yao Guangxiao's bald head.

He naturally assumed that the Han army commander in the city was going to run away first, and couldn't help but burst into triumphant laughter.

But before the laughter was even halfway through, it abruptly stopped!

After making a huge detour, these thousand cavalrymen actually returned, and they were heading in the direction where Huyanqimai was!

Huyan Qimai tempted his soldiers with the promise of a marquisate to seize the flag, but unexpectedly, the enemy had already set their sights on them.

Damn it!

Huyan Qimai made a desperate gamble, sending all his troops forward, leaving only three hundred guards by his side.

His location was on a high point, making him somewhat conspicuous.

"Send back two thousand cavalrymen and stop them!"

Huyan Qimai certainly knew what it would mean if he were ambushed and beheaded here.

So he hurriedly ordered his men to recall troops to intercept them.

When a commander of a thousand cavalrymen received the signal and rushed back, Yao Guangxiao's thousand men had already charged to the foot of the high ground like lightning.

Huyan Qi bought three hundred guards and hurriedly went up to resist.

However, the three thousand elite cavalry battalions, one of the five elite forces of the Ming Dynasty and another nemesis of foreign tribes, were not something that these guards could withstand.

Before the time was even a breath or two, the three hundred guards were slaughtered and scattered in all directions.

Huyan Qimai was greatly surprised and hurriedly mounted his horse to escape.

However, Yao Guangxiao had already reached him.

The guards around him were no match for him. Yao Guangxiao quickly cut them down from their horses and then slashed at Huyanqimai.

With no way to avoid it, Huyanqimai hurriedly raised the waist knife he had already drawn to parry.

The snowflake-patterned iron ring-shaped scalpel slashed out in a graceful arc, cutting Huyanqimai's waist knife in two.

The blade's momentum didn't diminish. Huyan Qimai felt a chill on his neck, and his enormous head shot into the sky, a spray of blood mist shooting out like a fountain.

His head tumbled in the air, and in the last vestiges of his consciousness, Huyan Qimai seemed to hear a solemn chant of a Buddhist mantra:

"Amitabha Buddha, may you have a safe journey!"

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