As he spoke, Zhang Chaozong spurred his horse forward, the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, emitting a dazzling brilliance in the morning sun.
"The hatred of the subjects, when will it end!"
With a sword as serpentine as it flew, Zhang Chaozong leaped from his horse and thrust his sword diagonally. Ilimu barely managed to block it with his pair of sabers, his eyes still carrying a hint of arrogance.
Zhang Chaozong dismounted and unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, delivering seventeen consecutive thrusts in the blink of an eye. As he sheathed his sword, Ilimu fell from his horse...
The limbs of Yilimu's mount were all severed, and the Shangfang sword was incomparably sharp and unmatched.
Zhang Chaozong sneered and continued reading the next line—
"Drive a long chariot and conquer the Helan Mountains."
Ilimu charged forward like a madman, surrounded by his valiant soldiers. He knew there was no way out; all the warriors of the grasslands had perished, and he would be the last warrior on the grasslands, his deeds sung in song after his death, passed down through the grasslands...
Zhang Chaozong picked up his sword, and without any fancy moves, slashed fiercely at Yilimu's body, shouting loudly—
"With lofty ambitions, we'll feast on the flesh of the barbarians when we're hungry, and laughingly drink their blood when we're thirsty!"
He slashed his sword at Ilimu's shoulder, grabbed Ilimu's collar with one hand, and clenched his other fist, raining down punches on Ilimu's face...
At this moment, the soldiers did not step forward, but watched the fight between the two who were of vastly different strengths, just like watching a boxing match.
Zhang Chaozong was the most valiant general in the Great Gan region. The Xiongnu, relying on their light cavalry, came and went like the wind, repeatedly raiding our borders, plundering our people and livestock, committing all sorts of evil deeds, and even boasting that they were the eagles of the grasslands...
All the soldiers knew that the reason for choosing to engage in close combat face-to-face was to destroy the last remaining bit of pride in these last batch of Xiongnu cavalry, so that they would die with their eyes wide open in disbelief...
This will not only comfort the spirits of the fallen soldiers, but also boost the morale of the entire army.
The Xiongnu were also made of flesh and blood; they weren't that scary...
Of course, there would never be any more Xiongnu cavalry from then on.
Ilimu collapsed, lying limply on the grass, a sword embedded in his shoulder, his face mangled...
Zhang Chaozong withdrew his fist and coldly watched him wriggle like a maggot...
All the senior soldiers looked at him with disdain as he crawled on the grass. Some spat, and the other soldiers followed suit.
Zhang Chaozong walked over and drew his sword, and Ilimu ultimately bled to death...
The last Chanyu of the Southern Xiongnu thus perished...
Zhang Chaozong, his gaze fixed south as if he could see the capital at a glance, recited the last line of "Man Jiang Hong": "Let us start anew, reclaim our lost lands, and face the imperial palace..."
At this moment, the once turbulent flow of the Mucang River was blocked by the corpses of the Xiongnu cavalry, turning the river red and causing it to stop flowing...
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