The biting wind, carrying countless shouts and cries of pain, reached Lü Tu's ears. He turned around and saw many soldiers fighting to the death behind him.
At this point, the Gubeifeng Pass could no longer be blocked, and the Wuhuan cavalry had all slipped out and entered the open field.
After killing a Wuhuan cavalryman, Lü Tu glanced around and estimated that there were about 100 enemy soldiers left.
Although their numbers were roughly equal to ours, the enemy consisted entirely of cavalry!
Infantry is at a significant disadvantage against cavalry, not to mention the extremely unfavorable terrain.
At this moment, among the Wuhuan people who had just emerged from the pass, there was a burly man who stood out from the crowd. He was also wearing chainmail, and he took out a horn from behind him and blew it, the deep sound echoing throughout the pass.
Upon hearing the horn, all the Wuhuan people immediately broke away from their soldiers and began to assemble.
Lu Tu was startled. This time, he had encountered some troublesome opponents. Their attack methods were varied but not chaotic, far superior to those of the Wuhuan people who used to plunder.
First, send the vanguard cavalry to probe the enemy. Once they break through, they will immediately assemble into a column. It's obvious that once they are assembled, they will launch a cavalry charge, and only death awaits Lü Tu and his soldiers.
The soldiers behind them finally had a chance to catch their breath, but when they saw the formation on the other side, they were all stunned, including Nie Yun. They never expected that the other side would use so many people to seize this place.
Normally, a small Wuhuan squad of a few people is enough to scatter hundreds of border troops, but now the enemy's numbers are about the same as ours. How can we fight them?
Even though everyone had briefly tasted the joy of victory, they were now somewhat intimidated by the Wuhuan cavalry who had assembled in formation. These were Wuhuan cavalrymen, like demons. How could they fight on this open field after they had assembled? Even escape was a luxury.
After Lu Tu slashed down a fleeing Wuhuan man with a single blow, he immediately dismounted and, using the cover of the horse and the darkness, began to draw his bow and nock an arrow, aiming at the chainmail cavalryman who was blowing a horn.
He wanted to capture the leader of the bandits. Among the Wuhuan people present, this was the only chainmail soldier left. If he could shoot him down, the Wuhuan people would lose their organization and become a bunch of headless flies fighting on their own, which would make it much easier for his side to deal with them.
However, the chainmail soldiers were now surrounded by a large number of cavalrymen, and more and more people were gathering towards the main force.
Lu Tu only has one chance to make a move!
He held his breath and stared intently at his opponent, calculating that the distance between them was about 150 paces, which was well beyond the maximum range of an arrow.
Moreover, the howling wind at this moment greatly reduced the accuracy of the arrows. Lu Tu knew that the lives of thousands of civilians and his own family members were in his hands at this moment, and success or failure depended on this one move!
I still remember that in my previous life there was a fierce man with the same surname as Lü Tu who accomplished the feat of shooting the halberd at the gate from such a distance.
"If Lu Bu can do it, why can't I, Lu Tu, do it?"
Without further hesitation, Lü Tu mobilized the strength of every muscle in his body to the limit, and the ancestral ox horn bow in his hand creaked under the strain.
As Lü Tu's powerful arrow shot out from beside Xiao Hei's head, Lü Tu immediately mounted his horse and shouted to all the soldiers behind him, "While their formation is still unstable, follow me to break through the enemy!"
Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to wake from a dream. Seeing that Lü Tu had not retreated at all in the face of such a huge Wuhuan cavalry formation, and was still charging forward with only himself and his horse, they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
Nie Yun and Liu Hu were the first to react. They were among the few cavalrymen on their side, and their heroic spirit was awakened by Lü Tu. They quickly followed on the left and right.
The remaining soldiers, fearless of death, charged forward with their swords drawn.
By this time, it was completely dark and visibility was extremely low. Fortunately, the Wuhuan people had torches, while Lu Tu and his men hadn't had time to light their torches yet, so they could use the darkness as cover.
Lu Tu didn't even have time to check whether the arrow hit its mark or not. In any case, it didn't matter whether it hit or not; he would never let the Wuhuan people pass through.
At this moment, the few men closest to the chainmail soldiers in the Wuhuan ranks were the first to notice that their leader had fallen off his horse. As a tribe that grew up on horseback, the Wuhuan people could sleep on horseback, so how could he suddenly fall down?
Upon closer inspection, they saw that their usually invincible leader was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his throat pierced by an arrow. His breathing was labored, like a broken bellows, indicating that he was beyond saving.
The bugle call abruptly stopped, and the bewildered Wuhuan soldiers ahead peered out, only to find their leader nowhere to be seen, which terrified them.
"The leader is dead! He was shot dead! The enemy has a sharpshooter!"
A series of exclamations spread the terror throughout the group, and everyone stared in horror at the enemy in the darkness before them.
Humans' fear of the unknown is ingrained in their very bones through hundreds of thousands of years of genetic inheritance. Even with their leader killed by an arrow, they dare not act rashly.
After all, when they first arrived, they had 200 cavalrymen, and sweeping through any village in Wuchuan was no problem. But they didn't expect that after just a brief encounter, they would lose half of their cavalrymen, who were the best warriors of the Saili tribe!
"When did the border troops in Wuchuan become this strong? Aren't they all just a bunch of rats crossing the street?"
"The leader is dead, should we continue fighting?"
"We don't even know how many of them there are, how are we supposed to fight?"
Just as the Wuhuan people hesitated, the sound of heavy hooves rang out from the darkness. The Yu man who had previously killed many of their own men suddenly rushed out of the darkness and killed a Wuhuan cavalryman with a single stroke. Blood splattered all over Lü Tu's body and face, making him look like a demon from the underworld.
"Who are you?" someone in the Wuhuan army shouted.
"Wuchuan's Military Commandant Lü Tu is here! You Wuhuan scum, prepare to die!"
At this moment, Lü Tu's eyes were wide open in anger, and he was filled with murderous intent. He only had two people with him, yet he dared to charge into his own ranks.
The Wuhuan people had long heard of Lü Tu's formidable reputation, and seeing him so powerful now, they were terrified and nearly collapsed.
Fortunately, there was a capable man among them who killed his fleeing companion with a single blow and shouted fiercely, "So what if he's Lu Tu? I am Tuoba Gui of the Saili tribe. I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Brothers, whoever kills him can replace the chief and be promoted to chainmail!"
A great reward will surely bring forth brave men. The Wuhuan people were not all useless. After a brief moment of hesitation, their eyes ignited with fighting spirit, and they charged towards Lü Tu.
However, their earlier disarray resulted in the deaths of over a dozen men by Lü Tu and Nie Yun, and the arrival of reinforcements further reduced the pressure on them.
In such close combat, there was only one way out: to fight to the death. No one held back, and they seized every opportunity to strike.
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