Bitter struggle, the direction of the horn has already fallen into the most difficult and hard battle since birth.

  Undeniably, the Xiongnu's horsemanship was always a notch above that of the Han dynasty's aristocratic troops. Once they had an excellent commander, their combat capabilities would suddenly be transformed beyond recognition.

  "Hmm..."

  Along with a sharp blade tearing through the air, Ava once again entwined herself around him.

  The tip of the gun flashed out like lightning, and the blades of the two men had already met in mid-air for who knows how many times.

  After a crisp sound, Ava shouted: "Good fellow, it's over..."

  Suddenly, another long spear silently pierced out from behind the direction of Ming's body, aiming directly at his throat.

  Aba Dandan was shocked and lost his color, he had rich experience with the enemy, just on horseback, taking advantage of the momentum to lean back, narrowly avoiding this treacherous and ruthless shot.

  The war horse galloped past, and Ava was still shaken in her heart.

  Xiang Ming and Li Guanying both sighed in their hearts, what a pity.

  They knew that they would definitely not be able to escape today, so the only goal was to delay for a little more time. Apart from this, they tried their best to kill as many Xiongnu slaves as possible.

  Killing one person breaks even, killing two people makes a profit.

  Especially when encountering fierce and unmatched heroes like Aba Dun, if they can be cut down on horseback, it will be a severe blow to the morale of the Xiongnu people.

  The two of them exchanged a glance on horseback, immediately understanding each other's intentions. The previous consecutive blow was indeed a long-planned conspiracy, and if Ava's martial arts reaction had been half a beat slower, he would have lost his life by now.

  However, such an opportunity only comes once, and unexpectedly, it still ends in failure due to a small mistake.

  Another cavalry team came rushing forward, Fang Xing shouted: "The dog bastards are here again, brothers, let's go all out and kill them."

  "Yes, General." dozens of people shouted in unison.

  The direction of the sound, in his hand, the silver gun slightly trembled. Just by listening to the sound, he knew that there were less than fifty people who could still follow him now. After so many bloody battles, his troops had been reduced to one-eighth of their original strength.

  A fierce anger and unwillingness surged from the bottom of his heart, the silver gun in his hand conjured up thousands of chasing lives and souls, colorful gun flowers scattered towards the Xiongnu people in front of him. From now on, he held nothing back.

  Unlike his large-scale attacks, Li Guangying closely followed his side, with the long gun in his hand having only two actions, stabbing out and retracting, repeating endlessly.

  Li Jia's throat gun performed miraculously in his hands, every shot he made would bring up a trail of blood arrows and snatch away a soul.

  The two of them worked together seamlessly, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable. Under their leadership, the crowd fought with all their might and finally broke through a bloody path.

  On the high slope, Kangji Tiger's eyes were wide open, and he looked at him with a surge of blood. He suddenly drew out his waist knife and rode forward, shouting loudly: "Elder brother Eagle, I'm going."

  However, his will was not realized, and a large hand had already firmly grasped the reins of his horse. No matter how hard the horse struggled and twisted, that big hand remained unmoving.

  Kanji helplessly looked at the owner of this big hand, if it were someone else, even his own brother, he would have cut the reins with the horse knife in his hand and charged again.

  However, among the Huns of this generation, he admired only two people, Lizi and Kuotuo Ying.

  These two people are idols for all young people in the Xiongnu, and their words often count more than those of their elders.

  Because they are heroes, and it is precisely such heroes that the Xiongnu people admire most.

  "Eagle Brother, why won't you let me go?" Kangji asked with a hint of grievance.

  Kua Baiying looked at him with a pair of bright big eyes filled with kind smile: "You're too young."

  "I'm already sixteen years old, I've come of age." Kangji puffed out his chest, and although his physique wasn't robust, he had a heroic spirit that seemed to soar through the heavens.

  "Yes, you are an adult now. But the direction is just in its prime."

  Seeing Kangji's still furious face, he smiled and said: "Kangji, even if I were to fight him one-on-one, I wouldn't dare say that I can win for sure. Are you going to be more formidable than me?"

  Kangji's face turned red and he muttered: "Elder brother Eagle, how can I compare to you?"

  "If you know you're no match, but still want to rely on temporary bravery and throw yourself into death, then it's not called heroism, but recklessness." Hu Ba Yue sighed and said: "You are the youngest son of the Khan, but the Khan has placed great hopes in you. Don't disappoint the Khan's expectations."

  "Yes, Eagle Brother." Kangji lowered his head, unsure if he had taken it in.

  "Alas, if it were ten years from now, I would certainly not stop you, brother."

  A glimmer of discontent flashed in Kangji's eyes, wasn't he saying that he couldn't catch up with Feng Ming within ten years? For someone as proud and arrogant as him, there was nothing more unbearable than being underestimated.

  He comforted the proud son of heaven who had been sailing smoothly since birth, and his gaze returned to the battlefield. His lips moved slightly, whispering in a low voice that no one could hear: "Feng Xiang, not being able to have a fair fight with you is perhaps the greatest regret of my life."

  Another cavalry regiment arrived from the flank, with Direction Ming concentrating his spirit and holding a gun, riding at the forefront, charging into the enemy formation.

  Li Guanying behind him cursed loudly: "Unkillable Xiongnu dog."

  He closely followed in the direction of Ming's back, blocking all attacks from the sides for him.

  Jiang's arrow was like a sharp dagger, tearing through the Huns' cavalry formation and charging out again.

  He raised his head and took a look, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

  In front of him, a hundred meters away, there were two teams of a thousand cavalrymen, each person sitting on horseback, drawing their bows and loading arrows. No need to ask, their target was this team of people and horses.

  As if they had rehearsed it thousands of times, the Xiongnu cavalry galloped away to both sides, leaving only more than 20 horses standing alone on the empty ground.

  After two more charges, the number of people was drastically reduced again.

  Direction Ming still can't figure out why the Xiongnu people would suddenly change their minds and no longer care about Liu Zheng's life. Did they already know that this was a fake crown prince? But at this time, he couldn't afford to think anymore.

  He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Charge forward..."

  He knew that at this moment the only way out was to quickly pass through this hundred-meter distance, whether it was retreating or advancing, there was only one dead end, he had no choice.

  Behind him, everyone except the fake prince's attendants was injured, but they showed no fear. At one command, everyone rushed forward eagerly.

  "Release arrow..."

  At a loud shout, the archers of a thousand-man team simultaneously released the bowstrings they had long since drawn taut.

  A hail of arrows came flying towards them from all directions.

  The direction of the sound of the silver gun in his hand was like a rolling wheel, guarding all over his body and not leaking.

  Suddenly, a mournful cry came from behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice. He let out a sorrowful howl: "Youdi..."

  Turning back, Fang Youyun suddenly rose into the air, using his own body as a shield to block in front of the fake prince's attendant. His body was full of arrows, a pitiful sight.

  "I have no regrets..."

  His ears seemed to echo the words Fang Yuexian had said when they left the city, and those young, vibrant eyes that were full of life forever closed.

  "I have no regrets..."

  With a loud cry, tears filled his eyes. He urged his horse forward, with only one thought in mind - to avenge his younger brother.

  "Fire the arrow..."

  The second group of thousand-man teams shot out the sharp arrows in their hands.

  Directional roar, full-body strength reached its peak, a long spear suddenly seemed to have come alive, becoming vivid and lifelike. Brusquely rejecting all bows and arrows at the door.

  However, a strange sound came, and a specially made eagle feather arrow passed through the side of Feng's body. The speed of this arrow was extremely fast, the angle was sharp, and the timing was precise, all of which were top-notch.

  The arrow pierced through his own shadow and flew towards the back. Wanting to block it, but couldn't muster the strength.

  "Hmm..."

  The man dressed as Liu Zhengqi let out a heavy groan, the arrow having pierced his chest, and he could no longer hold onto the reins, unable to steady himself on the horse, heavily falling to the ground.

  With a stern expression, he resisted the downpour of arrows. However, at this moment, another wave of arrows rained down on him, and he fought back with all his might. He could only protect himself and not his horse, and under him, the northern border's fine steed let out a mournful whinny before falling to the ground, dead. On its neck was stuck an eagle feather arrow that seemed to have no neck, showing that the archer who shot it had incredible strength.

  Fang Xiang let out a loud cry and leapt forward. By this time, only Li Guanying was left by his side, the rest having all fallen in battle.

  Facing thousands of Huns archers and having lost their horses on which they relied for survival, the two men knew that this time they would surely die.

  At this time, they were all thinking of one thing in their hearts, and didn't know whether the Crown Prince had escaped.

  Awa put down the Wu Shi bow in his hand, and the two arrows just now were his masterpieces. At this time, these two people are already turtles in a jar, and there is no possibility of escaping. He naturally didn't bother to kick them when they're down.

  It's after another shower of arrows.

  Fang Ming had already been shot by three arrows, while Li Guanying was half-kneeling on the ground, relying solely on Fang Ming's full force to protect him, and barely escaped disaster. But could they avoid this time, and also avoid the next?

  The archers once again drew their powerful bows, which symbolized death itself.

  The two of them looked at each other and smiled, devoted to their duty and righteousness, even in death - what's the harm?

  A swarm of arrows shot forth like a hornet's nest, emitting a piercing whine. Directional Mo raised his silver spear once more, enduring the scorching pain from his wound as he swung it again.

  He knew he could no longer dodge this round of arrows.

  But suddenly his vision went dark.

  A dark cloud floated by, like an endless whirlpool in the depths of the ocean, sucking all the arrows into it and crushing them to powder.

  He raised his eyes and looked around, with an expression of extreme surprise and excitement in his eyes.

  The knight turned his head and smiled, as radiant and dazzling as the sunrise.

  "Big brother, little brother has arrived as promised."