The Xiongnu leader looked at the scene like a nightmare, his hand holding the knife trembling uncontrollably, and he was filled with endless regret.

  Since receiving the military letter from Hami, he made preparations in advance and deliberately intercepted the document to seize credit.

  In his opinion, using his own 5,000 troops to deal with the mere 3,000 envoys was an easy task, so why make a big fuss about it.

  If we really follow Hami's request and use 30,000 soldiers to annihilate 3,000 Han people, even if we succeed, it will inevitably become a laughing stock for the whole tribe.

  His only concern was that he might accidentally hurt Xia Yajun in the Han delegation, and it was his duty to capture her alive. As for the military book's statement about taking Xu Haifeng's life, he didn't care at all, as long as he killed all the men, Xu Haifeng would naturally die too.

  He never thought that in this world, there would be such a pervertedly strong person, and such a pervertedly strong army.

  Now that things have come to this, he knew that the defeat was already set and could no longer be reversed. The consequence of continuing to stay would only lead to more Xiongnu warriors bleeding. He had no choice but to stomp his foot heavily and issue a full army retreat order, while he himself led dozens of close guards to slowly retreat backwards.

  Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him on the road ahead.

  The face of this person is somewhat familiar. After careful identification, it was suddenly recognized that he was one of the targets of his trip, Hei Qi Jun Tong Ling Xu Haifeng.

  Xu Haifeng had his hands behind his back and a smile all over his face. He asked, "General, where are you headed?"

  He wore a white robe, giving people a sense of leisure and laziness, as if he was not on the battlefield where the battle was fierce, but in the garden between the courtyards at home.

  The leader of the Xiongnu's face changed dramatically, he could naturally see that his opponent's martial arts were far above his imagination, otherwise how could he come and go freely in the chaotic army.

  Among the Han people, there is actually such a young first-class master, no wonder Hami stabbed and required at least 30,000 troops to surround them.

  "Give me the sword..." He forced himself to calm down and shouted loudly.

  Several bodyguards nearby, hearing their master's order, immediately took up their knives and rushed forward.

  Xu Haifeng's smile remained unchanged as he strode forward, calmly avoiding the two sabers that slashed at him from the front. He reached out and grabbed someone's wrist with a slow but precise motion.

  That person clearly saw everything, but his strength was exhausted and he couldn't make even the slightest change. To onlookers, it seemed as if he himself had placed his hand in Xu Haifeng's palm.

  He borrowed strength from the pull, and that person couldn't hold back his feet. He was pulled by both feet off the ground, flying in mid-air for a circle. Xu Haifeng suddenly let go of his hand, and instantly that person's head was facing forward, flying towards the several people who came later.

  Those few people dodged and evaded but were heavily hit by him, instantly a great force rushed forth, sending them crashing to the ground with broken bones and injured tendons, leaving them unable to get up again.

  Xu Haifeng displayed his Taiji divine power, using no internal force at all, completely borrowing and counterattacking with external forces. The more he circulated the inner energy within his forms, the more proficient and natural it became.

  In just a moment, there was no one left around the Xiongnu leader.

  "What's your name? If you surrender, I'll spare your life." Xu Haifeng said indifferently.

  His face turned pale, knowing that there was no luck today. He suddenly drew out his waist knife, sat down on the horse with a sinking waist, and shouted in Chinese: "There are only dead Huns, but no surrendering Huns."

  Gathering all his strength, he let out a loud shout and charged at Xu Haifeng without hesitation.

  Xu Haifeng furrowed his brow, this sword was filled with the heroic spirit of going all out without any regrets, it was clear that this person had already made up their mind to perish together.

  He secretly admired this person for still having some backbone, and since he was of great use, it wasn't time to kill him yet.

  If it were before he broke through to the One Item Boundary, Xu Haifeng would have met such a fierce and magnificent knife, only with the Giant Spirit Palm, using force to break force, killing him.

  But now he has already joined the ranks of the top-notch, and has also grasped the spiritual power that only a master can comprehend. How could he put this knife in his eyes?

  He took a slight step back, sneering: "Don't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since that's how it is, let me take action and send you on your way."

  He stretched out one finger and met the fierce knife with a powerful momentum.

  The Xiongnu man chopped down with one knife, seeing Xu Haifeng was so arrogant, he was both angry and happy in his heart. He was angry that he had never been looked down upon by anyone before. He was happy that this Han general seemed to have gone mad, his fingers were still hard, could they be harder than the hundred-refined golden steel in his hand?

  He only said that he would definitely die today, and at the moment of his death, he could pull a scapegoat with him. The horse knife in his hand suddenly added three points of strength.

  Who would have known that just as the knife was about to make contact, Xu Haifeng's wrist shook and the angle of his fingers changed subtly, not touching the blade but instead sticking to its surface.

  The Huns knew something was wrong and were about to change their tactics, but the previous move had used up all their strength and they could no longer make any changes.

  He just felt a strong suction force emanating from Xu Haifeng's fingertips, pulling forward.

  His body involuntarily charged forward with the horse's gallop.

  "Hsss..." With a sound, the horse knife in his hand had already been deeply stabbed into the ground. Although this knife was forged from hundred-refined steel, it still couldn't withstand such great forceful destruction. "Ding..." A crisp sound, and it had already broken into two segments.

  His body was uncontrollably charging forward, and the broken blade on the ground was about to pierce through his chest. At this moment, he had a mix of emotions in his heart, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

  Suddenly, he felt the back of his collar being lifted, and his body flew over the broken blade like a cloud, heavily slamming onto the ground. Before he could even react, the back of his head throbbed, and he was knocked unconscious.

  Xu Haifeng kicked him with his foot and his body flew up, falling into Lin Changkong's hands who came afterwards.

  "Send this man to see the military advisor, he should be able to make good use of him." Xǔ Hǎifēng calmly instructed.

  Lin Changkong responded with a single word and led the person away, turning around and leaving immediately.

  Xu Haifeng looked up and gazed out at the battlefield. At this point, the Huns' defeat was already certain. If they had horses under their belts, perhaps they could still escape the Black Flag Army's encirclement. But if they were all on two legs, then today it seemed that only complete annihilation awaited them.

  As expected, after the armored troops slaughtered more than half of the Xiongnu people, the remaining Xiongnu people no longer had the courage to continue resisting. After hearing the order to retreat, they began to flee desperately.

  If their opponents were human, the Huns' brave warriors would never have retreated in disarray, but what they faced now was a group of invincible killing machines. Continuing to fight on had no meaning anymore; that was not called bravery, but rather stupidity.

  So under the command of the Xiongnu leader, all the Xiongnu people began a collective great escape.

  They were born on this vast grassland and have been fighting against the Han people for years, but they have never suffered a defeat as miserable as today's.

  They had no horses and could only rely on their own two legs to flee for their lives in the vast grasslands. Only by doing so did they have the greatest possibility of escaping alive.

  But what awaited them was an even more brutal nightmare.

  The only hundred or so cavalrymen on the battlefield finally moved, drawing their bows and arrows on horseback, aiming at every person who intended to escape in all directions, giving away a deadly arrow for free.

  Their bows were all of the same four-stone bow, with a range of up to 150 steps. Although far from comparable to Jebe, they were already among the few good archers in the army.

  Seeing their arrows never miss, one arrow must take away a life, Jin Guanghua muttered to himself as he watched from behind: "I didn't see it wrong, how can there be so many divine archers in the world?"

  After running for a while, the remaining Xiongnu people had decreased by half again, with only 500 or 600 people still desperately fleeing. However, even they themselves knew that their hope of escaping alive was extremely slim.

  Suddenly a Xiongnu man shouted something loudly, and more than 300 people stopped abruptly, no longer fleeing backwards. Half of them turned around to charge towards the cavalry, while the other half took out their bows and arrows and shot at the Han soldiers.

  The rest of the Xiongnu people then quickened their pace, striving to escape as soon as possible and making every effort to prolong their lives.

  Although the Xiongnu people who stayed behind to resist were brave, unfortunately, they did not fulfill their wishes. Their sacrifice also failed to gain enough escape time for their companions.

  The Xiongnu who charged at the cavalry were quickly shot down by arrows, and their charge could not even be stopped for a moment. Although the Xiongnu's archery skills were excellent, they were far inferior to the specially selected archers of the Black Flag Army.

  Only the first Xiongnu warrior who shouted was incredibly strong, holding a five-stone bow, and shooting an arrow that went further than those of the Han army. Only his arrow managed to injure two Black Flag Army soldiers.

  But his life was also cut short because of his outstanding performance.

  An arrow, as if from the heavens, shot through his throat like lightning. He stared in the direction of the Black Flag Army's cavalry, a look of incredulity on his ash-gray face.

  Zhe stood on a horse-drawn carriage, calmly putting the Heaven-Opening Bow behind his back, looking as if he had just done something insignificant.

  The cavalrymen on the horseback did not pay attention to the Xiongnu people who hoped to shoot at them, but instead galloped through them and continued to pursue the fleeing Xiongnu remnants.

  Behind them, the armored infantry seemed to be approaching like demons, carrying such a heavy turtle shell and still able to run at such a fast speed, this fact left everyone speechless.

  From then on, the battle was no longer in doubt, and by the end, all 5,000 Xiongnu cavalrymen had been killed, with not a single one escaping.

  In the Black Flag Army, apart from two cavalrymen who were shot by the Xiongnu people, there were less than 50 armored soldiers who died in this battle.

  Such a feat left the onlookers in the rear speechless with amazement.

  Although they knew that the Black Flag Army was their own friendly forces, they still felt a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts.

  Recommend a new book "The Legend of the Law Master", similar legendary essay works, like legend take a look...

  Click to view picture link: