"Oh……" Qin Yong let out a loud roar, triggering another wave of chaos. His face was covered in blood, making him look even more terrifying and ferocious. He opened his mouth, which was dripping with fresh blood, and shouted loudly: "Who's coming up to fight with me?"

  Kuang Que's eyes widened in shock, thinking to himself that unless someone was crazy, who would dare to fight him. His mind racing, he secretly cursed his luck, wondering how to respond to this sudden challenge. Not just for himself, but even if the great masters of the Tuo He and Li Zhi sects were present, they might also be helpless against this person.

  Fighting alone, is there anyone under the sky who can defeat him? If it's a martial arts competition, just need a second-rate master to come forward, block his ears and not have physical contact with him, I estimate that he can also be dealt with. However, when two armies are facing each other, if such tactics similar to those of a rogue are used, it will be a fatal blow to the morale of the soldiers, far less desirable than dying in battle with a loud crash.

  He turned his head and looked around, indeed everyone was resentful, but from start to finish, no one dared to respond.

  The Xiongnu warriors were not afraid of death, even if there were masters at the level of Zong Shi on the scene, they would dare to launch a fearless charge, but at this moment, once they responded to the war, what they represented was no longer an individual, but the entire Xiongnu nation.

  Generous in death, calm in righteousness, the Han people on the grasslands are not rare, but in the situation where they clearly know they will lose, they still want to go up and be humiliated by others, then no one is willing.

  "Oh......" Qin Yong's face turned redder and redder, his anger surged, and he suddenly let out a roar that was even more terrifying than the previous two.

  He was furious and his voice was as loud as a ghost crying and a god howling, which can be described as shocking the heaven and earth. At that moment, everyone's ears were buzzing non-stop, more than ten horses in the front row of Xiongnu fell to the ground in coordination, and other horses were also restless and frequently retreated.

  Not only that, but also the red ocean cavalry behind Qin Yong were equally panicked. Jiang Kongming frowned deeply, Qin Yong's sonic weapon was indeed effective when unexpected, but its biggest drawback was that it did not distinguish between friend and foe, if suddenly bursting out during a confrontation between two armies, it might not necessarily be a blessing.

  Kou Batian took a deep breath, and no matter what, he couldn't let him continue to strike his own morale recklessly, otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable. He suddenly said loudly: "General Jiang, do you think that just relying on this rough man can resist my 30,000 troops?"

  Jiang Gongming smiled slightly and said: "General Kuo Pu, doesn't this student also have tens of thousands of troops behind him?"

  "So, General Chiang's army is going to fight a decisive battle with these 30,000 of our brothers?" asked Hu Ba Yue, raising his head.

  He loudly proclaimed his own 30,000-strong army, while Qin Yong's personal bravery was lightly touched upon in a single sentence, clearly showing that he was extremely wary of him and didn't dare to mention it again.

  Jiang Kongming sneered inwardly, but pretended to be unaware, because at this time he still didn't want to completely fall out with the Xiongnu.

  "To fight or not to fight, it's all up to General now." Jiang Gongming said calmly, shaking his fan.

  His words caused a stir among the troops in the Red Ocean, who hated the Huns to the bone. At this time, each of them was tense and waiting for Jiang Gongming's order to go into battle with the enemy. However, this General Jiang seemed to have no intention of fighting, causing extreme disappointment.

  In the army, discipline is strict, and even if they are dissatisfied, they dare not confront him at this time, so they can only stare forward with indignation, hoping that Bao Zhen would be a bit more heroic and have a thrilling battle.

  Kouwakuen hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, Jiang Kongming continued: "However, from a student's perspective, the morale of your army has already declined today. If you insist on using force, I'm afraid it will lead to total defeat. For your consideration, it would be better to avoid battle."

  All the Xiongnu people who could understand Chinese changed their faces greatly. This Jiang Gongming was indeed deceiving people too much.

  "You daredevil dog thief, watch me take your life."

  As a loud shout rose, Bao Bu Tong's trusted aide, Ah Wa Dan, drove his horse out and galloped far away from Qin Yong, rushing towards the front of the formation.

  Within a hundred meters, he swiftly drew his bow and arrow, with lightning speed, nocked the arrow, and released it in the blink of an eye. An arrow shot out like a meteor chasing the moon, flying towards Jiang Kongming.

  His heart skipped a beat, but when he thought about calling him back, it was already too late. At this time, if he were to call him back, it would be tantamount to acknowledging Jiang Koming's words, and the blow to morale would be even greater than Qin Yong's. In that instant, he truly regretted it, for if Jiang Koming had died, today's battle would have been inevitable. And under such circumstances, what chances of victory did he still have?

  To engage in a fierce battle with a majestic, well-equipped and well-trained lion is far from comparable to following the enemy's back and killing them.

  The thirty thousand men he brought were the elite of the Huns, and they could not afford to lose too many here, or it would have a devastating impact on their plan to move south.

  The Xiongnu elite troops were the best in the world, but the biggest obstacle to controlling them was population. Although they were the most populous ethnic group on the vast grasslands, compared to the Han people, they didn't even count.

  To occupy the fertile land of the Han people, a large number of soldiers are needed. However, when facing the endless Han people, their backs are not stable, making the originally insufficient troops even more stretched to the limit. If today's losses are exhausted, wouldn't it be adding insult to injury?

  Can we win? How many casualties will we suffer? These two questions weighed on him like two great mountains, making it hard for him to breathe.

  However, he was after all a young general of the Xiongnu tribe, and in that instant, he had cast aside all his misgivings. His hand rose high, waiting for Jiang Gongming to fall to the ground, and then he would launch a full-scale attack, striking before the Han army could react.

  Only by getting into a chaotic melee can Qin Yong's terrifying destructive power be suppressed to the smallest extent when he is empty-handed. Of course, if Qin Yong still had those two bronze lions in his hands at this time, Bao Bu Ying would absolutely not have such an idea.

  Watching the swift arrow flying towards him like a shooting star, Jiang Gongming smiled all over his face, without any concern.

  Suddenly, a point of starlight flashed behind him and flew out at an incredible speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Ava's arrow flying halfway was swept by that cold star, instantly breaking into two segments, falling powerlessly.

  Awa's eyes widened in shock, he drew his bow to shoot, but suddenly a cold glint flashed before his eyes. Before he could react, he felt a jolt in his hand and realized something was amiss. He looked down and his face turned deathly pale - the five-stone bow in his hand had snapped in two.

  "Zhē bié." At the same time, a name flashed in their minds, and only his divine arrow could have such an extraordinary effect. It turned out that he had also arrived.

  A tall and sturdy man slowly emerged from behind Jiang Kongming, his face covered with a cloth, making it impossible to discern his features. However, the large bow in his hand clearly revealed his identity.

  Divine Archer - Chebi

  He raised the Sky Bow and, under the gaze of the crowd, drew back the heart-pounding bowstring once again.

  All the Xiongnu generals simultaneously gripped the handles of their steel shields tightly, and no one dared to underestimate this person.

  Zhebie's bow slowly opened, and beads of sweat appeared on Biao Ku's face. He put Kangji behind him, absolutely not allowing him to have any misgivings.

  Let go, a cold light flashed by, and no one could see where the arrow went. However, there was also no scream or cry of pain. Everyone was confused and wondered if this person had actually missed the shot. But with his archery skills, if he still missed, it would be hard to believe.

  "Hmm... thud..."

  The crowd turned their heads to look, and the golden wolf flag that represented the king of Xiongnu suddenly broke in half from the middle, slowly but irresistibly falling to the ground, making a soft sound. The sound was light, but it was like a heavy mallet striking directly at their hearts, making people unbearable.

  Jiang Kongming's eyes flashed with insight as he gazed at the Xiongnu people's currently low morale, and his heart stirred.

  Since Fang Lingchen has arrived, Xu Haifeng will not let him die in vain. The more than 20,000-strong red ocean may fall into the hands of Fang Xiangming again. Suddenly getting so many troops to support him, will his already extinguished wild ambition reignite?

  What if we just engage in a chaotic battle, let them suffer heavy casualties and never recover? The Xiongnu people's morale is low at this time. Should we change our plan and take advantage of the opportunity to make them both suffer losses?

  He was thinking a thousand thoughts, after one battle, what changes would there be in the mainland's situation, and whether it would have a negative impact on his ultimate goal, countless possibilities were running through his mind at lightning-fast speed.

  However, before he could make up his mind, another unexpected change occurred on the scene, leaving him caught off guard.

  "Ding......" a crisp sound echoed through the silent Xiongnu army.

  The flag bearer threw down the flagpole, pulled out his waist knife, and saw him flip over and get off his horse. He ran to the large flag that had fallen to the ground, put the shining horse sword in his mouth, picked up the large flag from the ground, and took off running. Under everyone's astonished gaze, he ran to a small hillside and inserted the broken flagpole deeply into the mud.

  He took the dagger out of his mouth, and with a loud shout, he said: "Herman has been recognized by Xiongnu Shanyu for ten years, holding the golden wolf army's great flag, never having lost it. Today, unfortunately, I was taken advantage of by the thief, causing the military flag to be humiliated, only with blood can I redeem Herman's guilt."

  He finished speaking, swung his knife to his neck and suddenly hot blood splattered everywhere. He took a step back, with the knife still in place, although he was already dead, he didn't fall, his big eyes were wide open, filled with unspeakable indignation and indignation.

  On the hillside, the great flag of the Golden Wolf Army fluttered in the wind once again, but amidst it, a hint of blood color was faintly hidden.

  His lips were tightly closed, his fists clenched, and his chest was surging with emotion, unable to calm himself.

  The morale of the Xiongnu troops seemed to have picked up at this moment, and a strong killing intent filled the entire battlefield once again.

  PS: Recommend fellow brothers in the same group, Shi Po Tian Jing's "Ultimate Transformation", with over a million words now, go take a look!

  Additionally, there should be another chapter before 3 pm today. If something comes up and I don't return, it will definitely be sent out by 9 pm tonight.

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