A small, nameless mountain more than ten miles east of the Northern Great Camp, no higher than a few dozen zhang, can't be called majestic at all. The only thing worth mentioning is that the terrain is quite steep and rugged, with strange rocks towering above, making it difficult to climb.

  Xu Haifeng strode forward and arrived in front of the small hill, a faint smile on his face as he muttered to himself: "This Li Zhi really knows how to choose a location."

  His footsteps didn't stop, following the almost straight slope upwards. He didn't lower his head, seemingly walking casually, but every step was just right, borrowing force to move forward, as if treading on flat ground, without any signs of strain. If someone saw him, they would think he was strolling along a bright and spacious road.

  A moment later, he had arrived at the summit, but just as his head rose above the platform of the mountain top, a cold light mixed with whistling wind sound flew straight towards him.

  Xu Haifeng swiftly manipulated the wine jug, his body moving continuously as he leaped onto the platform. He removed the wooden stopper from the jug and tilted his head back to take a big gulp. After setting it down, he let out a refreshing belch filled with the aroma of wine.

  "Brother Xu, you've finally arrived."

  He tossed the wine jug back to his opponent, and Xu Haifeng's eyes grew brighter as he said loudly: "I'm not talented, but I don't dare betray people's trust. Li Zhi brother, it's been a long time."

  In the great camp, the warriors of the three tribes fought bravely and killed each other. They exchanged their lives and efforts for the dawn of victory. The northern gate was first pried open by this group of men who forgot to live and die.

  Countless successors wielded the cold and sharp sabers in their hands, shouting in a language that no one could understand. Their eyes had a frantic joy, a kind of crazy pleasure.

  The Han army retreated without stopping, they were the brave warriors of Great Han, but their enemies were a pack of ferocious beasts fighting for survival.

  "Whoosh..."

  A long arrow pierced the air with a whistling sound from afar, and suddenly one of the Xianbei generals fell to the ground, with an eagle feathered arrow still quivering in his throat.

  Fang Lingde personally led the 2,000 soldiers of the Central Camp to hurry over. He shouted loudly: "You young men of the Great Han, what's wrong with you? Can't even surpass an old man like me?"

  He held the long spear high, striding forward to meet them. His footsteps were firm and unwavering, his voice loud and ear-splitting. The long spear in his hand danced out a fatal illusion, he fearlessly stepped forward, one step at a time, to meet them head-on.

  A narrow road meets a brave warrior, and Fang Lide's own bravery has supported the military spirit of the red ocean.

  One after another, the great Han warriors no longer retreated, they followed behind the old general and bravely charged forward.

  "Charge in and bring back the land for our families!" The Xianbei tribe leader shouted loudly.

  "Get out of here, take those puppies back home!" Fang Lingde yelled with all his might.

  The two teams clashed like two extremely hard iron hammers, bursting out countless dazzling sparks.

  A Han soldier had just thrust his long spear into the chest of an enemy, and before he could pull out his weapon, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck, his consciousness also became blurred, until it disappeared without a trace.

  Before his death, he only saw a piece of glazed light in front of him. I still want to kill the enemy, this is already his last thought, but unfortunately, it can no longer be completed.

  His neck had already left his shoulders, rolling over in mid-air, and fell to the ground far away. After a few breaths, countless large feet trampled on it mercilessly, until it was bloody and blurred, deeply embedded in the grass, and could no longer be identified.

  However, his position was never lost, a companion walked out from behind him, fighting desperately regardless of life or death.

  The Xianbei tribe's eyes widened with a pair of blood-red eyes, witnessing the brave young men falling in this terrifying place that had taken countless lives. His anger surged in his heart, he pushed away the guards standing beside him, drew his horse knife and said: "You little guys with the sabers, bring out your strength, follow me to kill."

  Facing the surging tide of enemies, Fang Lide regretted for the first time why he didn't build a high city wall in the beginning. He stumbled and almost fell, after all, he was old and no longer as brave as he used to be. However, his heart still burned fiercely, he let out a fierce laugh, ignoring the bloodstains all over his body, and shouted loudly: "Red Ocean..."

  "Red Ocean..."

  Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers simultaneously opened their throats, pulled out their voices, and shouted loudly. Their bodies were once again filled with new strength, and the proud sense of honor restored them to their best state.

  Before the fort gate, it was already a hell on earth. Countless brave men were killed or killed here for their own ideals and dreams. Their eyes were filled with excited blood redness. Their lives were exhausted at that moment, but they had no complaints, no regrets, and did not yield an inch.

  On the battlefield, there was no other sound. Everything boiled down to a single word, a terrifying and ominous word -

  Kill...

  But at this moment, a loud bugle call pierced through the tragic battlefield.

  Modun's tall and sturdy body sat steadily on horseback, quietly looking ahead.

  "The Shan Yu, they have finally made their move." Tuer Hong said softly beside him: "Except for the Nan Yi Liao of the Di tribe."

  Modun's face did not show a hint of a smile, and the thick, square face had an inexplicable anger: "Nanyi Chao, humph, wait until we take down the Han court's prosperous empire, then we'll settle accounts with him."

  He took a deep breath of the air mixed with a faint scent of blood, and smiled lightly: "Nan Yi Bian has changed. He is no longer the vigorous and ignorant young man he was thirty years ago. He has learned how to use the smallest harm to gain the greatest benefit. The Di tribe can no longer be underestimated."

  Modu's eyes were full of murderous intent, his thick eyebrows raised high: "Thirty years ago, he was a defeated general under my command, and now he is the same. As long as I am alive for one day, the Di tribe will not be able to surpass the Xiongnu, only we are the sole overlords of the vast grasslands."

  "It is... You are the greatest Khan in Xiongnu history, your great achievements will be forever engraved on the glorious history of Xiongnu." Tuer Hong said with reverence. His words were sincere and without any flattery.

  Capture the capital, seize that Han people's city known as the heart of the world, able to achieve this dream that countless predecessors could not accomplish, Modu indeed has the qualifications to be called the greatest Khan.

  "Hmm..."

  A loud and clear bugle call suddenly sounded from the south of the Great Han Northern Camp.

  "It can't be." Ma Dun stared into the distance, his eyes filled with incredulity.

  "The Shan Yu, they are here." Tuer Hong's face had an irrepressible excitement, and even with his deep composure, he couldn't help but show joy.

  "All right, this young man has not disappointed me." Modu's face also had the same relief, he raised his head to look at the sky and said loudly: "My Xiongnu is full of talents, heroes are emerging in large numbers, it is indeed the time for us to dominate the world."

  Tu Erhong nodded deeply, among the Xiongnu, the old generation of famous generals had not yet faded away, and a new generation had produced a rare talent like Bao Yue. With such strength, who in the world would dare to contend with them?

  Great Han? Di tribe? Jumping clown, not worth mentioning.

  "Pass on the order, let us make a concerted effort and pull out this thorn of the Northern Legion!" Modu shouted loudly.

  On the horizon, tens of thousands of war horses appeared in everyone's line of sight, with golden helmets and golden armor. Under the vast sky, only one troop had such equipment.

  The last trump card of the Xiongnu king, the Golden Wolf Army.

  Behind them, dust flew about, a bewildering scene.

  Fang Lingchen looked at the south with a serious expression. They still came, and their speed was much faster than he had expected.

  According to the scout's report, Bao Er Ye's army will take at least three more days to arrive at this battle, that is an army of 100,000 people, not a few thousand fast cavalry. How did they get here?

  Modu personally led the campaign on the northern front line and handed over the command of the Golden Wolf Army to Hamin, for the first time in hundreds of years, the Golden Wolf Army was separated from their king. This separation created history, the capital of the Great Han fell into the hands of foreigners for the first time, and Modu's name has been passed down for thousands of years.

  After Hami seized the capital, the first thing he did was to hand over military power and transfer the command of the 100,000-strong Golden Wolf Army to Prince Wang's son, Bao Yueying, who led the army back to support the north and attack the Red Ocean.

  He did this, wasn't it also to avoid suspicion?

  "Fang Tongling, look." Liu Zhengzhong took a deep breath and asked.

  Fang Lingchen's face sank, and with a wave of his sleeve, he walked down from the watchtower. Liu Zhengzhong looked up again, stamped his foot in anger, and turned to follow.

  "Prepare the horses and sound the horn." Fang Lingchen shouted loudly.

  "General Fang, what are you trying to do?" Zhang Zihua asked beside Liu Zhengqi.

  Break through the encirclement.

  "Can't even the Northern Legion hold on?" Liu Zhengqi asked, his voice laced with a hint of bewilderment.

  "The Northern Legion has been able to stand for hundreds of years, relying on external reinforcements and internal sufficient supplies. But today it is already isolated and unsupported, with insufficient food and grass. Even if we can hold out today, we cannot last a lifetime. If it were just Fang Mou alone, I would not dare speak of escape, but since the Crown Prince is here, no matter what, this old minister must ensure the Crown Prince's safe departure."

  "Alright, let's go, but General, where are we headed?" Zhang Zihua asked.

  "Wolong City." Fang Lingchen replied without thinking.

  "Excuse me, General, how confident are you of breaking through safely?"

  "The enemy has not yet closed in, I will personally take the rear, and Second Brother will escort Your Highness to safety, we can definitely break through successfully." Fang Lingchen looked at Liu Zhengqi and said solemnly: "Please, Your Highness, hurry up and prepare, or it will be too late."

  Liu Zhengqi had no reaction yet, when he heard Zhang Zihua say in a low voice: "Come out."

  The curtain was lifted, and a handsome young man in brocade clothes and cotton-padded jacket strode out. His face was slightly pale, but calm and composed, with an air of majesty, like a king.

  "Then please have General escort His Highness the Crown Prince to Wollong Castle." Zhang Zihua pointed at the young man and said.

  Fang Lingchen's face was filled with suspicion, and he hesitated before saying: "Liu Junshu?"

  Zhang Zihua suddenly faced Leng Chen, both knees on the ground, and said: "This is it. Besides, Zhang has one more thing to ask for, please allow the old general."

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