Xu Haifeng's eyes suddenly opened wide as he stared at General San, asking in shock: "Third Uncle, what is this...?"

  Fang Lingchen let out a bitter laugh and said, "Wind, Big Brother and Second Brother have already left, this old bone of mine is no longer of much use." He gazed at Xu Haifeng, his eyes filled with extreme gratification: "Fortunately, our Great Han still has someone like you, an outstanding talent who stands out from the crowd. In the future, when we reclaim our rivers and mountains, it will all depend on you and Ming'er."

  Xu Haifeng grasped the old man's wrinkled hand and said, "Third Uncle, it's precisely because your brother-in-law and Second Uncle have passed away that the burden on you is even heavier. Do you want the events of forty years ago to repeat themselves? Auntie may not be able to withstand this blow..."

  Fang Lingchen opened his mouth to speak, but thinking of the three brothers who had been raised with hardship and care by Old Lady Fang, the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

  Xu Haifeng's expression suddenly changed, and he asked loudly: "Third Uncle, can you trust your junior?"

  Fang Lingchen didn't understand what he meant, but still said: "I'll take your word for it as the sect master, Uncle has no choice but to believe you."

  "Alright." Xu Haifeng nodded heavily and smiled: "Since that's the case, please let Third Uncle temporarily be an onlooker, and let me handle everything?"

  Feeling the strong self-confidence in his heart, Fang Lianchen involuntarily nodded in agreement. In his heart, he silently muttered a phrase: there will be someone to take over.

  Duomianmu looked gloomily at the corpse on the ground.

  This is a battlefield, and it's no surprise that many people have died. But what's surprising is that these over 100 Jie warriors died under very suspicious circumstances.

  The incident took place on the outskirts of the battlefield, where these Xiongnu warriors were elite fighters from their tribe, and their mission was to intercept the fleeing Han soldiers who had scattered across the battlefield.

  The defeated Han soldiers often fled in small groups of about 100 men. In terms of numbers, the Xiongnu troops did not suffer a disadvantage. On today's battlefield, there have been countless such entanglements and killings. The four tribes and the Han army had their victories and defeats, but whichever side ultimately won would often pay a terrible price.

  But this time, it was utterly different.

  "They've hit a snag." Ziduo said coldly.

  "What?"

  By his side was a young and ferocious Xiongnu general, who at this moment was staring at the corpses lying all over the ground, with eyes that seemed to be spewing fire.

  "The aristocratic soldiers were completely defeated, but there are only a dozen or so Han corpses here. If they weren't too stubborn, they wouldn't even have had the chance to return and report back." Duo Leng calmly analyzed: "The Han people fled in a panic, it's impossible for them to carry their own dead all over the place."

  Since the Battle of the Plains, he was captured by Hu Hai and returned home, where he was scolded by Hami Tiele. In the end, under the intervention of Modu Chanyu, he was stripped of his official position for violating military regulations and became a common ten-man commander.

  When Hamin's stab led the 900,000 Golden Wolf Army to the capital, Modun immediately restored his original position and still commanded 100,000 soldiers. The military leaders knew it in their hearts, and even Tuer Hong had never made a dissenting remark. Moreover, Modun's reputation for bravery was well-known among ordinary soldiers, and this move was also justified.

  He was the only son of Hé Mò, relying on his father's name, he had a smooth career, and he fought bravely, which made Mò Duān very happy. In the battles against the Han people in the north, he won more often than not, thus gradually developing an arrogant personality that looked down on others.

  However, after this great change, Duo's personality became much more stable, his explosive temper was restrained, and he no longer had the same arrogant and domineering attitude as before.

  A loss in one battle can be a gain for the next, true heroes never give up after setbacks but instead learn from their mistakes and use them as warnings. Only such people can achieve great things.

  "What's your view on this, General?" asked the Xianbei commander.

  "Zi Duo gazed into the distance, a hint of cold smile on his lips: 'Qian Zhi brothers, to be able to annihilate your army with such a huge advantage, the enemy must not be ordinary. If Zi Duo's guess is correct, they have encountered Liu Zhengqi's troops.'"

  "Liu Zhengqi?" Kan Zhi was both shocked and delighted, and exclaimed loudly.

  Modu Chanyu opened up a price for Liu Zheng, and he was very clear about it. Three years of tribute, this temptation was enough to make him pay any price. The living conditions on the grasslands were extremely harsh, and the Xiongnu people had set a large amount of tribute every year to suppress various tribes. If they couldn't pay on time, what awaited them was the disaster of extinction.

  Hami's calculations were extremely accurate, and each time he demanded things that were within their ability to provide, both exploiting their labor and enriching the Xiongnu treasury without forcing them to rebel.

  For this tribute, all ethnic groups hated it to the bone, but they were powerless and intimidated by the Xiongnu's tyranny, so they had no choice but to pay in full.

  Today, the northern camp was besieged, except for the Di tribe, the other three tribes had all entered the camp. The Han people's thousand-mile fertile land is already in hand. If we can exempt them from paying tribute for another three years...

  At this thought, Qian Zhi's eyes lit up.

  "General..." A knight rushed over at a quick pace. He was one of the several people in charge of investigating the scene, and his face was now filled with surprise, clearly having discovered something.

  "What's going on?" Guan Zhi asked hastily.

  "General, two characters were found on a grassy area under a brother's body."

  "What character?"

  "One arm."

  "What?" Guan Zhi Mo asked inexplicably. However, the knight was speechless and had no answer to this question.

  He snorted and burst out laughing, saying: "It's really them."

  "General Duo, how did you find out?" asked Kan Zhi.

  "Liu Zhengqi's chief advisor, Zhang Zihua, was a one-armed man. It must have been when he met this person that he wrote the two characters 'one arm' at the end of his life." Zi Duo laughed and said: "They repeated their old trick, and could have escaped smoothly, but unfortunately heaven has eyes, and in the end they failed due to a small mistake. If I had let them escape and ascend to heaven, this commander of ten thousand horses would not have been needed."

  Regret fills his heart, if only he had known earlier, he would never have come with him. This great achievement will probably fall into this person's hands.

  The bugle sounds loud and clear, the horses' hooves come in waves.

  The 30,000-strong Xiongnu army pursued along the route of the Red Sea.

  "A general..." A scout rode up at a gallop.

  "Speak..." Bao Zheng suddenly interrupted.

  That scout did not dismount, but from horseback made a bow with his fist, saying: "Ahead is the Horse Release Slope. Fang Zhen's more than 20,000 troops have arrived at this place and instead of fleeing, they've set up formation, seemingly wanting to fight a decisive battle with the general."

  "Are you going to fight to the death? Has Fang Lingchen gone mad?" Kang Ji exclaimed.

  The Red Ocean has just been defeated, and it's the moment of their retreat. The morale naturally declines, so how can they confront the Golden Wolf Army head-on at this time? Fang Lingchen's reputation is well-known, if he doesn't even understand this logic, then the Northern Military Group would have been destroyed by them decades ago.

  "Eagle Brother, what do you think?" Kangji turned his head to ask, but his young face was full of expectation and excitement.

  "Be careful with everything." Bao Zhan said calmly, seeing a hint of dissatisfaction in Kang Ji's eyes, he smiled and said: "However, no matter how Fang Lianchen pretends to be mysterious, our Golden Wolf Army will never retreat. Everyone, follow me."

  Kangji was overjoyed and exclaimed: "This is indeed my brave and invincible Eagle Brother!"

  The two men rode their horses at the same time, leading a large army to rush forward to Fangmapo.

  Atop the mountain, Qin Yong danced with joy and shouted: "They've arrived."

  Xu Haifeng nodded slightly and said, "I know you've been patient for a long time, go ahead."

  "Yes..." Qin Yong excitedly responded, he turned around and picked up a thousand-jin heavy stone, such a heavy weight in his hands was no different from a small pebble.

  Such divine power, even Xī Hǎi Fēng, a master of the sect, couldn't help but sigh in admiration, secretly envying him. If he could combine his own body of copper and iron with the peerless divine power and the monkey child's astonishing speed, it would be an unbeatable combination.

  Just thinking about it, Xu Haifeng couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. If such a person really existed, even the top masters of the Sect would probably be no match for him.

  Qin Yong hugged the boulder, which was much larger than his body, and walked to the edge of the cliff. He grasped both sides of the massive stone with his hands, and suddenly began to spin around, using the centrifugal force to gain speed. As he spun faster and faster, he finally reached the limit, let out a loud roar, released his grip, and the boulder soared into the distance.

  On top of a large rock, some firewood that had been doused with oil was burning, and thick black smoke was billowing down the mountain.

  After throwing out the big stone, Qin Yong turned around and jumped onto the nearby catapult, shouting: "Release it quickly, release it quickly."

  Xu Haifeng walked up to the catapult and suddenly his face turned stern. Qin Yong immediately lowered the flag and stopped drumming, unable to stop grinning foolishly.

  "Remember, you can provoke him this time, but don't take the initiative to attack. Otherwise, I'll lock you up for life and make you never see the light of day again." The last sentence was spoken with a sudden change in tone by Xu Haifeng, extremely severe.

  Qin Yong shuddered violently and hastily called out, "I know, I know, I absolutely won't take the initiative to make a move." After finishing speaking, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "What if they're the ones who make the first move?"

  "Hmph, if they dare to make a move, then you can decide for yourself." Xǔ Hǎifēng said calmly.

  Qin Yong opened his mouth wide, the bright red thick tongue licked his lips, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty color: "Understood, Master."

  Xu Haifeng nodded, took three steps back, raised his hand and gestured, saying: "Let go."

  The catapult behind the carriage released its rope, and the front of the carriage suddenly sprang up. Qin Yong was thrown high into the air like a giant boulder, flying forward.

  Witnessing all this, Fang Lianchen's old face still had an incredulous expression, and he muttered to himself: "Is this human...?"

  Xu Haifeng smiled slightly and said: "Third Uncle, I'll go down first. If you've seen enough, come down too. We need to head back home."

  Fang Lingchen was like a dream come true, gazing at the distant north and softly sighing: "Going home?"

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