Under He Lan's orders, the Xiongnu cavalry immediately retreated along the river.
The warhorses waded through the water, and the rising water level far exceeded He Lan's expectations.
Those who ran slower have now been completely submerged.
The Xiongnu people were not good at swimming, and once they fell into the water, they could only struggle until they exhausted themselves and drowned.
A hint of regret flashed in He Lan's eyes; in the end, he had underestimated his opponent and acted rashly.
This defeat will inevitably lead to accountability from the Left Wise King, and he may even be subject to military law.
There's no time for regrets now; as long as we can escape back, it won't be a complete defeat.
At worst, they can simply stop fighting and stay in their camp. In that case, their merits and demerits will cancel each other out, and they can at least keep their current positions.
Just as He Lan was congratulating himself on the fact that the Han soldiers were few in number and unable to stop him,
What happened next made him feel like his blood had turned to ice instantly.
Although the mudflats ahead were only covered by a shallow layer of water, the rear guard that had charged forward first all came to a standstill.
Before He Lan could even wonder what had happened...
The next moment, he felt his warhorse begin to tremble, and its running speed decreased by more than ten times.
Looking down, they saw that the warhorse's four hooves were deeply embedded in the mud.
At this moment, every step forward the warhorse took was extremely difficult!
He Lan had a bad feeling in his heart, and then looked around.
Only then did he realize that everyone else was in the same predicament, their warhorses deeply mired in the mud and unable to move.
Moreover, water continuously gushed out from the river behind them.
The soil in this area became increasingly loose, and the surrounding area had become a swamp.
A most terrifying thought popped into He Lan's mind.
Could this be the real, hidden killer move of those Han Chinese?
As time went by, the warhorse became completely mired in the mud.
Although they were only a few hundred meters from the shore, those few hundred meters were like an insurmountable chasm for these Xiongnu people.
Gemo, who had followed, also showed a hint of despair on his face.
Gemo roared wildly.
"These Han Chinese are simply too cunning!"
As he spoke, Gemo drew his scimitar and shouted in broken Chinese to those around him.
"I am a warrior of the grasslands! I am an eagle of the grasslands! You cowardly Han people only know how to play tricks and schemes! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, an arrow came flying through the air in response to Gemo!
With a snap!
The arrow pierced through the iron helmet on Gemo's head, killing him instantly as he sat on his horse shouting!
The arrow pierced the body, drawing out a large amount of blood!
Grimm, who had fallen into the mud, lost his breath before he could struggle, and his body was swallowed by the mud.
He Lan was both shocked and furious upon seeing this! He couldn't help but curse him in his heart for being so stupid.
In this situation, I have no choice but to be the one to stick my neck out!
If they don't shoot you, who will they shoot?
The situation became even more critical after Grimm's death.
As the first arrow flew, thousands of riders surged out from all sides of the riverbank in the next moment, and they pulled the crossbows in their hands without the slightest hesitation.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A hail of arrows rained down from the sky, killing the Xiongnu cavalrymen who were still struggling in the mud.
The blood instantly turned the mudflats red.
Without the slightest hesitation, He Lan immediately gave the order.
"Dismount! Charge out of here!"
Right now, being stuck in the mud while riding a horse is like being a sitting duck.
One must dismount first to reduce the burden on the warhorse; only by separating the rider and the horse can there be a possibility of breaking through.
Moreover, there weren't many enemy troops surrounding them, so they had a good chance of escaping.
He Lan's ability to make judgments on the spot is indeed remarkable. In a short moment, he made a decision that was as tough as cutting off his own arm!
On the distant shore, seeing He Lan about to rush out of the mudflats, Luo Cheng said anxiously.
"Young master and the others are trying to escape!"
Holding the Heaven-Shaking Bow, Mu smiled slightly and said confidently.
"Don't rush, let the bullets fly a little longer!"
No sooner had Mu Zian finished speaking than a furious roar came from the distant horizon.
"With their imposing presence, they shake the four directions! With iron will, they defend their homeland!"
"With the enemy at the gates, let's not talk about life or death."
"With the soldiers united in heart, we are determined to fight."
"We will brave mountains of knives and seas of fire!"
"With me, I am invincible! I will surely conquer the heavens."
Boom! Boom! The footsteps sounded like deafening drums.
Han Shizhong, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, led two thousand Beiwei soldiers!
Slay them!
Hearing the deafening footsteps and seeing the armored soldiers pouring out, they were filled with awe.
He Lan's gaze froze, and he asked himself in disbelief.
"Another ambush? Is this never going to end? Have these Han people gone mad? Do they not want Fuling anymore?"
If Mu Zian were in front of him right now, he would definitely smile and say to He Lan.
"I didn't sit down!"
At this moment, He Lan's 10,000-strong army was completely covered in mud, turning black.
The mud seeped into their armor, making the already struggling soldiers feel as if they were carrying a thousand-pound burden.
Each step forward requires ten times the usual effort.
He was already panting heavily after just a few dozen steps, let alone lifting his knife, even breathing was difficult.
A centurion standing next to He Lan spoke with difficulty.
"Wan Chang! What do we do? Those Han Chinese are blocking our retreat!"
He Lan, who was struggling in the mud, took a deep breath upon hearing this.
"No problem! Once you get stuck in this mud, you won't be able to move an inch! These Han people certainly won't dare to rush in."
"I refuse to believe they can traverse this quagmire as if it were flat ground!"
"Our warriors outnumber them several times over. Once we reach the shore, the land will be ours!"
However, no sooner had He Lan finished speaking than Han Shizhong's two thousand Beiwei soldiers came to a steady stop before Xianma Beach.
The centurion who had spoken earlier burst into laughter upon seeing this.
"Even if these Han people trap us, what can they do? They are helpless!"
"Once we get out of this quagmire, we'll slaughter them until the blood flows like a river! Only then can we wash away this shame!"
Just as the centurion was making his threats, Han Shizhong shouted from the shore.
"Assemble!"
The next moment, the two thousand Beiwei soldiers immediately took out a wooden board from their backs.
Then, insert the two wooden sticks into the wooden board.
He Lan, who was stuck in the mud, couldn't understand what these Han people were doing.
Seeing this from a distance, Luo Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"Is this alright, young master?"
Mu Zian smiled slightly.
"Let's just wait and see."
At the same time, a cloud of dust rose in the distance.
Zhao Yun and Liang Hongyu also returned with the cavalry who had been building the dike.
Upon seeing Mu Zi'an, Zhao Yun and Liang Hongyu immediately knelt on one knee and said hello.
"This humble general/commoner woman"
"I have fulfilled my mission!"
Mu Zian smiled and stepped forward to help the two up, then pointed to the mudflats in front of them and said.
"You've come at the perfect time; the real show is just beginning."
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