My father-in-law Guan Yu, I persuaded Liu Bei to launch a surprise attack on Xiangyang at the beginn

one move!
With a single move, Zhao Yun beheaded Qu Bei, the Right Wise King of the Xiongnu.

This scene was clearly seen by Hu Chuquan, who turned around to look.

"Zhao Yun? That man is the greatest warrior of the Han Dynasty?"

"How could Qu Bei, with his martial arts skills, not even withstand a single move from him?"

Hu Chuquan was so shocked that he was speechless. His face changed drastically, and a chilling fear welled up in his eyes.

Just as he was filled with terror, Zhao Yun raised his head, his eagle eyes piercing through the blood mist and striking him directly.

With his magnificent armor and surrounded by cavalry, who else could he be but the Xiongnu Chanyu?

Zhao Yun's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he shouted:
"Chief Hu, where do you think you're going to run to!"

With a sharp whistle, Zhao Yun spurred his horse and charged straight up the blood-soaked path towards Huchu Spring.

Hu Chuquan suddenly awoke with a start and cried out in alarm:

"Stop that scoundrel! Stop that scoundrel for me, the Chanyu!"

Knowing that his opponent was a master of martial arts, the guards on either side, driven by loyalty, still roared in a show of bravado and rushed towards Zhao Yun in a swarm.

"You worthless scoundrels, how dare you stand in my way of killing the chieftain!"

Zhao Yun scoffed dismissively and unleashed a flurry of attacks with his Dragon Gallant Blood Spear.

"Puff puff!"

One after another, the sounds of piercing and shattering arose.

The Huns who charged forward were like ants, falling to their deaths in droves, their bodies pierced by his blades.

A bloody path was cleaved open for him as easily as chopping vegetables or cutting melons.

Hu Chuquan's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was trembling.

Seeing that no one could stop Zhao Yun, he dared not fight him and hurriedly turned his mount to flee eastward.

His mount was a fine horse, and its speed was no less than Zhao Yun's. If they were to meet on the plains, he could still escape.

However, in the midst of the chaos, he was either blocked by Han cavalry or by the Xiongnu soldiers he was running around in panic, so even the best horse couldn't pick up speed.

Before he could escape more than ten steps, Zhao Yun had already broken through the bloody path behind him and caught up to a horse.

The Dragon Spear in his hand billowed with blood mist, about to pierce upwards.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to escape it.

Hu Chuquan had no choice but to grit his teeth and muster all his strength to be the first to swing his sword, slashing diagonally at Zhao Yun with a backhand motion.

He was only afraid of Zhao Yun, but his martial arts skills were not bad. This slash was powerful and heavy, as fast as the wind.

"You do have some skills."

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up slightly, a hint of appreciation in them.

Then, his eagle eyes focused, and his murderous intent intensified.

The gun, already halfway through its trajectory, suddenly surged in power, roaring and howling upwards like a long, silver-red dragon.

"Dang~~"

A metallic clang rang out, piercing the eardrums.

Hu Chuquan's all-out slash was easily deflected as if it had hit an iron plate.

He was even more shocked to feel an immense and unparalleled force, which slammed into his body like a giant mountain along the hilt of his sword.

The tiger's mouth was split open, blood seeping out; the internal organs felt like they were about to burst, and blood and qi rushed to the throat...

He lost his grip on the weapon, and it flew out of his hand!
Hu Chuquan was horrified by the sudden change.

He boasted that his martial arts skills were unparalleled, and that if it came to a life-or-death duel, he would far surpass Qu Bei.

Although Qu Bei was instantly killed, he could at least put up a fight against Zhao Yun, exchanging blows for about ten moves.

one move!
Who would have thought that with just one move, Zhao Yun would knock his weapon away and cause internal injuries!

What terrifying martial arts is this?

What kind of freaks were under the command of Emperor Liu Bei of Han?

Terrified, Hu Chuquan disregarded his internal and external injuries and turned to flee again.

It's too late.

Zhao Yun's second spear strike came as fast as lightning.

With his weapon gone and his position lost, Hu Chuquan could only rely on instinct to barely sway to the side.

"puff!"

The blood spear pierced through Hu Chuquan's shoulder.

A pig-like scream rang out. Hu Chuquan nearly fainted from the pain and fell to the side.

Zhao Yun didn't even give him a chance to fall off his horse; the veins on his arm bulged, and he fiercely thrust upwards.

Another bloodcurdling scream rang out.

Despite Hu Chuquan's enormous size, Zhao Yun lifted him into the air as easily as a chick.

With a gentle shove, Hu Chuquan coughed up blood and flew heavily five steps away before crashing to the ground.

"Kakaka!"

Upon landing, Hu Chuquan broke several more bones in his body, causing him so much pain that he felt dizzy and almost fainted.

"I, the mighty Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu, couldn't even withstand two of his moves?"

"This is impossible, this is impossible~~"

Dizzy and in excruciating pain, Hu Chuquan felt a surge of grief and indignation, and struggled to get up.

"Crack!"

With another muffled groan, the hands supporting the ground were crushed by the foot of Zhao Yun's warhorse that followed.

"what--"

Huchuquan let out his most piercing howl.

He had already propped himself up halfway, but he fell back to the ground, writhing in excruciating pain.

"Hu Chief, you worthless coward, how dare you oppose my Great Han?"

Zhao Yun looked down at the mutilated body, scoffed disdainfully, and shouted:

"Tie this thief up and hand him over to the Grand Marshal for punishment!"

The White Horse Cavalry that followed behind rushed forward and quickly bound Hu Chuquan, who was in so much pain he was almost fainting.

Zhao Yun then spurred his horse, spear in hand, and charged once again at the terrified Xiongnu.

With the Chanyu captured and the Right Wise King killed, the remaining fighting spirit of the Xiongnu people had completely collapsed.

Seeing no hope of breaking through, they knelt down as usual, intending to surrender to the Han army.

Unfortunately, they were wrong this time.

Xiao He's policy towards other races has always been based on the principle that those who are not of our race must have different intentions.

During the earlier military council, the order given to the entire army was to kill all the Xiongnu people, leaving no one alive.

At this moment, Zhao Yun, who was blinded by rage, and his ten thousand Han cavalrymen didn't care whether the Xiongnu surrendered or resisted. Their blades continued to slash mercilessly.

Blood flowed like rivers, corpses littered the ground…

As the sun began to set, the carnage finally ended, and the blood mist above the battlefield slowly descended.

From the valley entrance to the outside, stretching for miles, the ground was littered with the corpses of Xiongnu people, and the cries of wounded but not yet dead Xiongnu could be heard from time to time.

The Han soldiers collected flags, drums, weapons, and warhorses while finishing off any remaining Xiongnu soldiers.

When the battle results were tallied, more than 40,000 Xiongnu people were almost completely annihilated here, with very few survivors escaping.

The pre-war objective of annihilating the Xiongnu has been largely achieved.

"In one battle, the Grand Marshal annihilated 40,000 Xiongnu cavalry, completely eliminating the threat of the Southern Xiongnu that had plagued the region for over a century. This is an unparalleled achievement that will benefit future generations."

Deng Ai was extremely excited and bowed to Xiao He with great admiration.

The words have not yet fallen.

Zhao Yun had already spurred his horse forward, laughing heartily as he cupped his hands in a salute:

"Yun really had a blast in this battle."

"Then Huchuquan has also been captured by Yun Sheng. I request the Grand Marshal's instructions on how to deal with him."

Xiao He's eyes lit up.

Capturing Huchuquan alive is quite an unexpected bonus.

With a slight shift in his eyes, Xiao He immediately thought of how to make good use of Huchuquan, the chieftain of the Xiongnu.

"This battle was all thanks to the bravery of you all."

"Zilong, your capture of the Xiongnu Chanyu is a great achievement."

"Your merits are well-deserved. I will take Huchuquan back to Yong'an and personally petition His Majesty for your commendation!"

Xiao He then escorted Hu Chuquan ahead of them and headed north to the Yong'an camp.

Zhao Yun and the other generals, escorting provisions and carrying captured weapons and flags, then headed north to join the others. (End of Chapter)