Red Hare's four hooves flew up, and its massive body terrified Jelly, causing him to collapse to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Suge, who was hiding inside the royal tent, immediately shouted.
"Protect the Khan! Protect the Khan!"
As soon as the voice fell, the Xiongnu guards responsible for protecting the royal tent rushed towards Mu Zi'an as if they had gone mad.
Only the strongest and most fearless warriors among the Xiongnu could serve as the royal guards.
Any one of the guards possesses the strength of a centurion.
At this moment, Jieli Khan frantically scrambled towards the royal tent, using both hands and feet.
Completely disregarding his dignity as Khan, nothing was more important to him than staying alive.
Two heavily armored royal guards, wielding two giant axes, swung at Mu Zi'an from the left and right.
Two giant axes, carrying a howling cold wind, were poised to cleave the audacious Han man in two with this strike!
Suge felt somewhat relieved upon seeing this, because the two who had made the move were the commanders of the royal guards!
A mere Han cavalryman could shatter him with a single blow!
However, before Su Ge could exhale, he froze on the spot!
Two loud clanging sounds came from mid-air!
In an instant, sparks flew everywhere!
The two giant axes that came hurtling towards them were easily blocked by Mu Zian's halberd and Qinggang sword.
The two royal guards froze on the spot, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move their giant axes forward even an inch.
A cold wind howled! A flash of light appeared!
Two heads instantly flew into the air.
This scene terrified Jeli so much that he almost stopped breathing.
Behind Mu Zian, two thousand iron cavalry had already arrived!
At this moment, these once domineering Xiongnu nobles have all become lambs to the slaughter.
As the flames of the Xiongnu royal court lit up, Suge, slumped inside the royal tent, had only two words in his mind: it was all over!
Upon seeing Mu Zi'an appear before him as if a divine warrior had descended from the heavens, Jieli Khan immediately knelt on the ground and spoke loudly in Chinese.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm willing to surrender!"
From his horseback, Mu Zian looked down at the kneeling Jieli Khan, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Yelü Junba was undoubtedly a tough guy, but the Xiongnu Khan he helped to rise to power was nothing but a spineless coward.
Mu Zian pointed at Jieli, who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly.
"Tie him up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped forward and tied Jieli up tightly.
Jieli was the Great Khan of the Xiongnu, and Mu Zian was still somewhat useful in keeping Yelü Junba in check.
As for the other nobles within the royal tent, Mu Zi'an left them with only the word "death."
Mu Zi'an directly destroyed the Xiongnu's true royal tent on the main battlefield!
Good news also came from both flanks of the royal court.
Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu led a thousand Beiwei soldiers directly into the camp of the Xiongnu nobles, repeatedly charging and fighting.
The flames set their tents ablaze, and many Huns perished in the inferno while still sound asleep.
Within the sprawling tribes of the Xiongnu royal court, countless Han slaves, whom they had plundered, gathered.
Just like the Xiongnu treated all slaves, men were treated like pigs and dogs, and women were treated as their own possessions.
These Han slaves were treated like livestock by the roadside, suffering endless exploitation and enslavement.
As the surrounding firelight illuminated the scene, Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu leaped out on their horses.
Looking at the slaves huddled together with the livestock, Han Shizhong spoke loudly.
"I am Han Shizhong, a general under the Duke of Dali! Today, I will slaughter the Xiongnu royal court! Those who have grudges, settle your scores! Those who have grievances, settle your grievances!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shizhong raised his knife and chopped the chains binding the slaves.
With a clatter, the iron chains fell to the ground, and all the slaves turned to look at the two imposing figures in the firelight.
At this moment, the words "Duke of Dali Zhenguo" echoed in their ears!
Han Shizhong did not stop and continued his charge forward.
After Han Shizhong left, the Han slaves exchanged glances.
Until a Han Chinese slave with half his face burned came forward and picked up the weapon that the Xiongnu had dropped on the ground.
His previously numb expression turned completely ferocious the moment he gripped the curved blade!
Just then, a Xiongnu nobleman dressed in magnificent clothes sneaked out of a tent.
Seeing that there were no more Han cavalrymen around, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
Just as he was feeling fortunate to have escaped with his life.
Suddenly he noticed that all the lowly slaves he usually looked down on were staring at him.
The Xiongnu nobleman felt a chill run down his spine, for he recognized that look!
When wolves on the grasslands are starving, they all give off such fierce looks.
The Xiongnu nobleman's legs began to tremble, but he still forced himself to speak despite his fear.
"What are you lowly slaves doing! Are you planning a rebellion?"
As he spoke, the Xiongnu nobleman casually untied a leather whip from his waist and, as usual, lashed it at the slave at the front whose face was half-burnt.
Normally, whenever these slaves see this whip, they immediately cower on the ground and let them whip them, not daring to resist even if they are beaten to death.
However, at that moment, just as the Xiongnu nobleman's whip was about to fall, it was grabbed by the Han slave whose face was half burned.
The Xiongnu nobleman panicked instantly and tried to pull the whip back forcefully.
But no matter how hard he whipped it, it remained unmoved.
"Are you rebelling? Don't forget I am your master! Your master!"
The terrified words of the Xiongnu nobleman had barely faded when...
In the darkness, illuminated by the firelight, the Han man with half his face burned stared at him coldly and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"From now on, no!"
Before the Xiongnu nobleman could react, the curved blade in the cold night had already sliced open his stomach.
Blood gushed from the man's body, half of whose face was burned.
At that moment, he felt the long-lost taste of freedom!
When the authority of a class is broken, what awaits them is the anger from the lower classes!
As more and more Han Chinese slaves were freed, the sparks of revolution eventually ignited a prairie fire!
The entire Xiongnu royal court was filled with screams of agony.
The Xiongnu nobles who were hiding inside the tents were dragged out by the slaves they usually looked down upon.
They cried and begged the slaves to spare them, but the only response the Xiongnu nobles gave was a single sentence.
"Go explain to the steel knife in my hand!"
This night was destined to be unforgettable for the Xiongnu people.
Many years later! They once again remembered the fear of being dominated by the Han people!
This fear came entirely from one person, a ruthless man who had swept across thousands of miles and trampled the royal court!
Duke of Dali! Mu Zi'an!
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