With reins in hand, a pair of bright eyes keenly caught the changes of the Xiongnu people.

  They no longer used bows and arrows, but began to mobilize more troops and horses, their intention was very clear, wanting to capture themselves on the spot.

  Fang Ming's mouth corners slightly curled up, revealing a hint of disdainful cold smile, his eyes icy and piercing.

  To see his own soldiers being shot and killed, while he himself cannot turn back to avenge them. For this outstanding general who loves his soldiers like his own sons, there is nothing more humiliating than this.

  All he has to do now is delay for time.

  The actions of the Xiongnu were in line with his wishes.

  "Drive..."

  Under the leadership of Zhi Chen, more than 200 cavalrymen turned around again and narrowly escaped from the gap between two thousand-strong units of the Xiongnu people.

  However, the Huns' horsemanship was extraordinary, and after he escaped several times, he immediately changed his strategy, layered defense, and surrounded him everywhere. As the terrain became more confined and time passed, Duan Hong's cavalry found it difficult to move.

  But he used his unparalleled war talent to find the weakest link in the encirclement of many Xiongnu people, and broke out one after another, making the Xiongnu people's efforts pay off.

  However, he can no longer be as relaxed and easy-going as when he first started. Every time he breaks out of the encirclement, he has to sacrifice several subordinates. So far, more than 200 people have been reduced to half.

  However, he was undaunted, disregarding the casualties of his own troops and urging his horse to gallop as fast as possible to find a weakness in the Xiongnu encirclement.

  Awa's dry air caused smoke to rise from his seven orifices, and he continuously cursed the Wanren Chang who was in charge of commanding.

  Whether it's grasping the battlefield or estimating ability, this Wan Ren Chang is far inferior to Fang Xiang Ming.

  It is true that although they mobilized tens of thousands of people outside the city for encirclement and suppression, they never achieved their goal.

  If he were in command...

  Pffft... Ava spat heavily on the ground.

  "General Kuo Pao, it's getting late!"

  Cheng Ming naturally saw this situation clearly. He was worried that if they dragged it out, something unexpected would happen, so he proceeded to give reminders from the side.

  Kua Baiying smiled slightly and was about to respond.

  Suddenly, the tightly closed city gate swung open, and countless refugees poured out like a tidal wave.

  The distant observer, Kuai Ba, changed his expression and said, "This is bad."

  If his 20,000 troops were in formation, they could have captured this group of unarmed civilians. However, to capture Liu Zhengqi, he had already dispatched nearly half of his troops.

  Their presence not only failed to intercept the enemy, but also disrupted their own formation. At this point, trying to set up a trap would be too late, and it's feared that it's already impossible to turn back time.

  A strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind and he asked: "Mr. Cheng, can you be certain that the man in dragon robe is indeed Prince Liu Zhengqi?"

  Cheng Ming and others were so clever that they heard the words and thought for a moment, and immediately understood his meaning. His eyebrows jumped twice, put down the binoculars in his hand, and said: "This person's figure is exactly the same as Liu Zhengqi, but his face is covered and can't be seen clearly."

  Kua Fu gazed at the scattered Han Dynasty civilians fleeing for their lives, his eyes turning cold as he gave the order: "Pass on the command, except for leaving behind 2,000 troops as a reserve team, let the rest of the troops do as they please - kill. I'd rather mistakenly kill a thousand than spare one."

  "It is..." The orderly took off swiftly with the flag in hand.

  A hint of unbearable color flashed in Cheng Ming's eyes, and his gaze at Kuang Baoyu was filled with resentment for an instant.

  Kuang Que looked back and saw Cheng Ming standing beside him, smiling and looking at him with an increasingly obvious flattering expression.

  He responded with a seemingly sincere smile and said: "Actually, if you want to know whether this person is Liu Zhengqi or not, it's very easy."

  Cheng Ming's face showed a genuine look of surprise, but he couldn't think of any way to determine the other person's identity.

  Kua Baiying smiled slightly, pulled the reins of his horse and rushed towards the direction where the horses were neighing, leaving Cheng Ming alone with a frown, wondering if he really wanted to ask in person.

  Kua Bai urged on his horse, approaching swiftly like a flying bird. At the same time, he drew out his bow and arrow from his back pack. Just as his horse was galloping rapidly, he had already strung his bow.

  "Whoosh...... Whoosh...... Whoosh......"

  The Lianzhu arrow method, three arrows in a row, like shooting stars chasing the moon, flew towards the direction of the galloping horse team.

  Among these three arrows, only one arrow was shot at the man wearing a dragon robe, and the other two arrows were shot at the direction of the sound.

  Chang Ming on the high slope immediately understood his meaning, his fists clenched involuntarily, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at every move of Fang Hua.

  What a direction, he only saw that the long gun in his hand was raised, and the first arrow shot at him was lifted into the air, then turned back to horseback with one gun, and the tip of the gun heavily hit the sharp arrow flying towards the person wearing the dragon robe, instantly shattering it.

  However, his strength had waned at this time, and this third arrow was powerless to resist, and he was about to be injured by the arrow.

  Suddenly, another long spear as fast as lightning shot from the direction of Ming's back and stabbed over, with the tip of the spear pointing at the tip of the arrow. The powerful impact force split the eagle feather arrow into two halves neatly.

  A handsome Han general gazed at Bao Yue with eyes like lightning, the unyielding determination in his eyes congealed into a tangible substance.

  "Good marksmanship..."

  "Who is your excellency?" exclaimed Kuai Hu loudly.

  "Li Guanying of the Wolf Army... You shameless sneak attacker, dare you fight me?" Li Guanying shouted loudly.

  Bao Ba Ying's face turned pale with anger, and he said: "What a good Li family throat gun, I've learned my lesson... If General Li can keep his life today, Bao Ba Ying will definitely accompany him."

  Having said that, he no longer bothered with them and galloped away amidst loud laughter.

  On the back of a galloping horse, Fang Xiang and Li Guanying exchanged a glance, both with lingering fear in their hearts.

  The Huns' archery skills are unparalleled in the world, and this particular eagle-hunting is truly renowned.

  At this time, a long whistle slowly came from the city, from low to high, gradually entering the clouds, and lasting for a long time.

  Whether it was a generation of masters among the Huns, such as Bao Yueying, Ava Dan, Yang or Li Guanying, they all changed color at the same time.

  Who is this person, to have such attainment?

  Then, Li Zhi and Xu Haifeng's voices rose one after another. The expressions on everyone's faces were either joyful or worried, until they agreed to a battle period, only then did they collectively breathe a sigh of relief, but with a hint of loss in their hearts.

  Among them, Bao Zhen and Fang Zhong are even more emotional. They were both the pride of their generation, and if it weren't for these two, they would be the number one in their own ethnic group.

  However, it was these two young powerhouses who had already set foot in the realm of the strong, like a towering and steep peak standing before them, giving rise to an unattainable feeling.

  Master, what an exciting term this is!

  More than thirty years ago, Fang Ling Tian was still young and weak, but he inherited the position of head of the Fang family. The three brothers worked together to break through the gold, and on the northern battlefield, they showed great bravery, the red ocean was stirred up again, and they were known as the number one person among the four major families of their generation.

  At the same time, more than thirty years ago, Xiongnu Hami's spear pierced the sky, and as a commoner, he assisted the new king Modun in quelling the rebellion of the three major tribes. He implemented new policies, and within ten years, all the deep-seated troubles were swept away. The national strength of Xiongnu reached its peak, and thus, with his humble status, he took on the esteemed position of State Preceptor, breaking a precedent that had never been seen in hundreds of years.

  However, their achievements cannot represent their generation.

  For above them were two others, a pair of heroes who had emerged out of nowhere and were known as the greatest heroes of all time.

  Li Yanbo.

  Tuo He Di

  The passion of these two masters collides, and the brilliant light that bursts forth is enough to cover up all things in the world.

  Li Yanbo, in his youth, wielded a sword across the horizon, reveling in the thrill of vendettas. Traveling through the northern borders, he befriended the Fang brothers and thus embarked on a path where he was constantly at odds with Tuoheti, their flags and drums equally matched. In the hearts of the men of the northern nation, he was the embodiment of the god of war, an undefeated legend forever.

  Tuhe Ti, it was because of this master-level figure on the vast grassland that the Huns' iron cavalry could gallop freely and invincibly. He is the guardian deity of the Huns and the spiritual pillar of the great men on the grassland.

  In their generation, these two individuals were synonyms for their respective nations and ethnicities.

  Now, two new stars are rising, emitting dazzling light, inheriting and continuing the passionate dialogue of the older generation.

  "If there was no Lizi..." Bao Zhan's eyes sank gloomily

  "If it weren't for Second Brother..." Fang Ming's eyes became distant and unfocused.

  "I'm the outstanding one of this generation..."

  They all thought so in their hearts at the same time.

  Their bodies shook simultaneously, this extremely dangerous idea had just sprouted and not yet emerged from the soil, was rationalized by them to be strangled in the cradle.

  At this moment, at this juncture, the nation needs them, the country needs them, they cannot afford to lose.

  A man rushed out of the city, extremely fast, with both feet touching the ground, and slid out for several meters. His action immediately caught the attention of the Xiongnu people, and several cavalrymen surrounded him on horseback, wanting to cut him down in front of their horses.

  But then this person suddenly accelerated and actually overtook the galloping horse, arriving at the foot of the earth slope.

  "General Kuai Bo, this is a humble man's uncle, please let him go." Cheng Ming's eyes darted to the side and immediately recognized that this person was actually Cheng Jia Li, and he hastily called out.

  Kua Bai nodded silently, waved his hand, and the soldiers around him who had already drawn their bows put down their arrows, but still maintained an extremely high state of alertness.

  Cheng Jiali glanced at Bao Kuiying's gloomy face and slightly moved his lips, surprisingly using the technique of transmitting sound into a secret message to speak to Cheng Ming.

  Cheng Ming's eyes lit up, his face filled with excitement and joy, he laughed three times, turned his head to Bao Ba Yue and said: "General, the Crown Prince is willing to surrender to us, with him in our hands, Liu Zhengyi can be ignored."

  Kua Bai glanced at him lightly and indifferently, neither affirming nor denying.

  Cheng Ming's face turned red, and he finally gritted his teeth and said: "If General Kuo Pao can behead all of them, then I can guarantee that after February, there will not be a single soldier from the Huang Long Army and the Cang Lang Army in the northern camp."

  He gazed at him for a while before finally saying, "Alright, I believe you."

  He turned his head, indifferently glanced at the direction of the heavily surrounded Ming, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, and coldly ordered: "Kill..."