The Imperial Palace, outside Beishengmen Gate.

  Li Bo Lake let out a loud roar, the seven-foot-long red-tasseled spear in his hand transformed into a rain of starlight, scattering towards the surrounding Xiongnu soldiers.

  By his side, more than three hundred hot-blooded men have been reduced to less than one in ten.

  They fought valiantly, refusing to yield. When their swords broke, they used daggers; when the daggers were shattered, they used their fists, their fingernails, and their teeth. They never gave up.

  On the field of battle lay the bodies of thousands of the finest Huns.

  This is their masterpiece, the fruit of their battles.

  They fought out super combat power in this war that was no less than that of the Black Flag Army. They will be etched in history forever.

  Li Bohu let out a loud roar once again, and the endless true energy surged out of his meridians which had been exhausted.

  His whole body was bulging with blue veins, his face ferocious and terrifying.

  In today's world, there is only one kind of martial art that can make people tap into their potential and gain a powerful strength far beyond the ordinary.

  However, when one gains power beyond oneself, the price paid is by no means small.

  "Tiamat's Disintegration..."

  Li Bohu's Thunderbolt Strike unleashed a burst of lightning-fast gunfire, his long gun emitting a deadly glow once more.

  At this time, every time Li Bohu stabbed out with his spear, he had to endure extreme agony. The meridians, muscles and bones in his body seemed to be burning fiercely, and even the slightest movement would bring him intense pain that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

  However, at this time, he seemed unaware of it.

  His spirit is soaring, his soul is screaming, his soul is burning.

  He looked down on the Huns who were advancing in waves before him, his seven-foot-long spear transformed into a raging flame that burned away all worldly dust.

  Behind him was the great banner of the Wolf Army flapping in the wind, and behind the banner was the tightly closed North Victory Gate of the Imperial City.

  The gray wolf will not fall into the lake of Bo.

  The northern gate is closed and the Xiongnu will perish.

  "Drive..."

  Feng Ming skillfully manipulated the reins in the midst of a massive army of tens of thousands outside the west gate, searching for the weakest link.

  Kou Batuo gazed out at the western gate, where over 200 cavalrymen were rushing out, and his brow furrowed slightly.

  With 20,000 elite soldiers under his command, he naturally wouldn't take this small group of people seriously. However, having been through many battles, he could see at a glance that these fast cavalry were not ordinary, and if compared to the elite iron cavalry of the Xiongnu, they might even be superior.

  Moreover, at this moment, someone suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and there must be a reason for it.

  "General, the Han people have come out." a general beside him shouted loudly.

  "Hmm..." Bai Yue responded with a noncommittal sound.

  Without his order, the other generals, even if they were itching to go and fight, did not dare to do so. This was the military discipline of the Xiongnu people, an iron-like discipline.

  "The national teacher's words were indeed correct, they will surely use Ximen as a breakthrough." Kuai Bao Xing burst out laughing and asked the white-faced scholar beside him: "Please take a look, who is leaving the city?"

  That scholar was precisely Cheng Ming, who at this moment was staring blankly at the magnificent and majestic capital city in front of him, with a very complex expression in his eyes, and he did not seem to have heard Bao Ju's question.

  Kua Baiying's eyes widened slightly, and he saw three parts of regret, three parts of desolation, three parts of unwillingness, and one part of resentment in his eyes.

  A chill ran through his heart, and the contempt in Bao Yue's eyes for this person suddenly decreased by a few points, replaced by a thread of ruthless killing intent.

  "Mr. Cheng..."

  Kou Batuo heavily coughed and transmitted a thread of internal energy into Cheng Ming's ear.

  Ming's body shuddered and his escaped soul returned to his physical form.

  He looked at Bao Qingtian with a questioning gaze.

  Kou Batian smiled slightly and said: "The Han people have already left the city, please ask Mr. to identify them again, after all, which big man is it?"

  He smiled with a hint of warmth, and the killing intent from just now had vanished into thin air.

  Cheng Ming nodded subconsciously, raised the telescope in his hand, and observed carefully, saying: "Judging from the attire, it should be Crown Prince Liu Zhengqi leaving the city. However, he has a cloth covering his face, making it impossible to identify him. Hmm..."

  Hearing a tone of surprise in his voice, Bao Pu asked: "What's wrong with that?"

  Cheng Ming did not put down the telescope in his hand, but continued to track and observe while answering: "The first general was actually the direction of Beijiang's big camp. When did he come to Beijing?"

  "Direction?" A thread of surprise suddenly burst out in the eyes of Kuatuo, his hand reached behind him and when he brought it back out, a telescope had appeared.

  He walked up to the front, watched for a while, put it down, and muttered to himself: "It's really him, no wonder he can command these two hundred riders like an arm. Hmm, if this is the young generation of the four major families The most outstanding general personally escorted, then Liu Zhengqi must be among them."

  His tone became increasingly affirmative, and in the end, he was convinced beyond doubt.

  "Liu Zhengqi is the current crown prince, deeply favored by Emperor Han of Xia. Now that the city is about to fall, I reckon he's been ordered to return north and head to the northern frontier camp." Cheng Ming said with a hum, "You think you've got it all planned out, but it won't be that easy to achieve."

  Kua Baiying glanced at him with a cold smile, and asked: "Sir's intention, is it to strike them all dead?"

  Cheng Ming sank into thought for a moment, then said resolutely: "It's not possible. Liu Zhengqi's identity is very useful. If we can capture him alive, we should be able to take control of half of the Huanglong Army in the Northern Frontier without shedding blood."

  "Sir, are you going to catch it alive?" asked Huāng Bá Eagle with a smile.

  "That's right." Cheng Ming nodded in response, but suddenly his face changed greatly and he cried out: "Not good, they've actually fired arrows!"

  Kua Biao raised his head and looked around, his face also slightly moved, shouting: "Pass the order down, do not allow shooting arrows, I want to capture him alive."

  It is...

  A messenger galloped away in a hurry after receiving the order.

  It is simply impossible to seal off the western part of the capital with an army of only 20,000 men.

  So Kuaiji ordered them to adopt a tactic of continuous feigned attacks, increasing the pressure on the city, with the aim of making the Han Chinese officials and soldiers so frightened that they would not dare to come out of the city.

  It was when Yang Zongbao and others came out that they first encountered this fake thousand-man vanguard.

  Awa let out a depressed sigh, and in his heart, he had already cursed the Wanren Chang who sent him on this mission to death.

  He was also a prominent figure in the Golden Wolf Army of the Xiongnu, and had long been known for his bravery and martial prowess. During the pacification of the tribes on the grasslands, he led by example and achieved great military successes.

  This position of Qianji Chang was earned by his merits through life and death, without any luck or water.

  He is best at siege warfare, using brute force to break through with even greater force, which is his favorite way.

  But his superior said something about tempering his will and assigned this feint task to him.

  What is called a feigned attack is to rush up with a loud shout, shoot two arrows from the top of the city wall, turn around on horseback and flee. Then again rush up with a loud shout, repeating this back and forth, making it unbearable for others.

  Just as he returned from this round of feigned attack, when he was at his most sluggish, the west gate of the capital suddenly opened wide and more than 200 cavalrymen galloped out.

  He was overjoyed and immediately ordered a head-on attack.

  However, this group of people seemed unusually cunning, and the leader turned around and avoided his thousand-strong team, rushing into the night.

  He urged his horse on several times, but was unable to catch up. In a fit of rage, he drew his bow and shot.

  The Huns' archery skills were renowned throughout the world, and Ava Tana was a rare talent, worthy of being called a prodigy.

  The bow in his hand was a rare five-stone bow, with a range far beyond that of ordinary bows and arrows. One arrow shot out, and a Han man immediately fell off his horse.

  The leading Han general turned his head and looked at him with a glance, and the murderous aura that was emitted made him feel it even from hundreds of meters away.

  Just as he thought the Han general would turn back and fight him, he saw him turn his head again, leading the crowd of young men to continue fleeing, intending to escape.

  Awa Dan was furious and was about to speed up his pursuit when a fast horse came galloping towards him.

  "The general has ordered, no shooting allowed, please capture them alive." The messenger shouted loudly.

  "What?" Ava's eyes widened in anger, and she shouted loudly: "Which bastard gave such a damn order?"

  He is rough and uninhibited, offending many people with his unbridled speech, and has few connections in the military. This is why he remains just a chiliarch to this day; otherwise, with his bravery and meritorious service, he would have long since been promoted to a myriarch.

  The orderly regarded this with equanimity and merely said in a loud voice: "It is by the order of General Kuo Pao-yu."

  Awa suddenly stopped and muttered a few words in his mouth, but he didn't scold anymore.

  Kou Bao Xing is the pride of the Xiongnu people, born into royalty, and is a close nephew of Modu Chanyu. With his natural talent, he became one of the top masters before the age of thirty. Among the younger generation, in terms of reputation and martial arts skills, he is second only to Li Zhi, who has just been promoted to the position of Grandmaster.

  Even if Ah Wa is rougher, he knows that compared to him, he is far inferior. For someone who can make him convinced and obedient, he naturally doesn't dare to offend casually.

  Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from behind.

  He turned his head and saw that it was the soldiers under him who had seen his rarely seen embarrassed appearance, and those bold men burst out laughing one after another.

  This is his subordinate, the army led by this rough man, seemingly with a lax military discipline, but once the order is given, they all rush to fight bravely and kill the enemy. In terms of combat effectiveness, even among the renowned Golden Wolf Army that shakes the continent, it is also one of the top-notch fist units.

  His old face turned red, and he shouted loudly: "You little rabbit bastards, what are you laughing at? Follow me to catch the Han dog."

  "Yes..." Thousands of Xiongnu iron cavalry responded in unison.