A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

Twenty thousand elite cavalry followed Wei Ping, taking advantage of the terrain to be on high ground and unstoppable.

"kill!"

The Xiongnu reacted quickly, or rather, they were constantly on guard against the Han people's breakout.

A Hun wearing a bearskin charged to the front, shouting, "I am Aguda, the greatest warrior of the Left Wise King's tribe, the Han emperor! Die now!"

"General, be careful. Aguda's bravery is no less than Fan's..."

Before Liu Bang could finish speaking, Wei Ping slapped Aguda away with his halberd, shattering the curved blade he was using to block it into pieces. His chest caved in half, and he died instantly.

"What did Your Majesty say?"

Wei Ping turned around and asked Liu Bang, who was following closely behind him.

"It's nothing, General, you are very brave."

Liu Bang followed closely behind Wei Ping, feeling completely safe. It was a pity that Wei Ping was a bit too young; if he had been under Wei Ping's command during the Chu-Han Contention, Xiang Yu, that muscular man, would never have had the chance to show off.

It's still uncertain who will threaten whom at the Feast at Hongmen!

Seeing Wei Ping's bravery, the soldiers' morale soared even higher.

They followed closely behind Wei Ping, gripping their spears and brandishing their swords, vowing to fight to the death!

Wei Ping took the lead, wielding his halberd. Any Xiongnu soldier who touched him was sent flying, and anyone who grazed him was killed. It was like a sharp drill bit, piercing deep into the chests of the Xiongnu.

The Han army followed the battle line torn open by Wei Ping, inserted themselves into it, and fought fiercely.

The Xiongnu were all cavalry. Although Wei Ping's charge was fast enough, by the time they had broken through half the battle line, Xiongnu reinforcements had already arrived.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow with barbs flew over with lightning speed.

They were the most elite troops under the command of the Xiongnu Chanyu who came to their aid, and the most trusted confidants cultivated by Modu using whistling arrows.

It also gathered more than half of the Xiongnu's archers.

Wei Ping's eyes flashed with a cold light. He grabbed the arrow and threw it in the direction it had been shot.

With Wei Ping's divine power, the arrow shot back at an even faster speed, striking the archer squarely between the eyebrows.

Upon seeing this, Maodun's brow twitched violently.

This person must not be allowed to live!

He took out his whistling arrow and shot it in the direction of Wei Ping. His personal guards behind him all fired arrows at Wei Ping without hesitation, without caring that there were more of their own people in that direction.

Seeing the rain of swords, Wei Ping swung his halberd so tightly that not a single arrow could penetrate it.

This volley of arrows also caught Wei Ping's attention, as he had never seen Modu Chanyu before. However, his intuition told him that this was a big fish.

Wei Ping looked around. The Xiongnu reinforcements were approaching, and if things continued like this, it would be difficult for him to lead everyone out of the encirclement.

In that case, we should first capture the leader to catch the thief.

Wei Ping took out the precious carved bow that Liu Bang had just bestowed upon him, and with a gentle pull, the bow was as full as a moon.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow vanished in an instant.

"Be careful, Chanyu!"

After witnessing Wei Ping's bravery, Maodun's personal guards surrounded him.

Upon seeing Wei Ping draw his bow, they all stepped in front of Maodun.

Perhaps it was Maodun's time to die, for after Wei Ping's arrow pierced through four or five of Maodun's personal guards, two of Maodun's guards shot at him, leaving a shallow wound on his chest.

This scar did not deter Maodun; instead, it fueled his ferocity.

This reminded him of when he was a child and his father sent him to the Yuezhi. He was sent there as a hostage, and his father immediately launched an attack on the Yuezhi.

Would the Yuezhi let him off?!

The feeling of danger, the chills that ran down my spine, the frantic warning from my intuition—it was exactly the same feeling I had when that arrow came flying at me.

After escaping from the Yuezhi, he sacrificed his beloved horse and wife to build a disciplined army, killing his father and ministers, defeating the Donghu in the east, attacking the Yuezhi in the west, annihilating the Dingling in the north, and marching south to the Great Wall.

Now, he has a strong and well-equipped army, no longer the abandoned pawn alone in the enemy camp. He is qualified and capable of eliminating all threats.

Sensing Maodun's murderous intent, a burly Xiongnu cavalryman charged toward Wei Ping.

He clearly did not see Wei Ping kill Aguda with a single blow.

"Lanban is the greatest general of my Xubu clan. He once defeated dozens of Xiongnu warriors and single-handedly repelled a pack of wolves. Within ten moves, he will surely be able to cut off the head of that Han general and make it into a wine cup for the Chanyu."

Suli, the leader of the Subu clan, looked smugly at the leaders of the surrounding clans and gave a thumbs-up to Lanban's cleverness.

Maodun nodded. He had also heard of Lanban's martial prowess, and that he often led his troops in the charge when attacking the Donghu.

"When he returns, reward the Xubu clan with ten thousand households of herdsmen."

"Thank you, Chanyu!" Suli said with delight.

Before he could even celebrate for three seconds, King Xiutu's gloating voice rang out.

"Heh heh, is this all the fierce generals your Subu clan has?!"

"Tsk tsk, he can take down that Han general within 10 moves!"

"He couldn't even withstand one move."

"impossible!"

Suli turned around abruptly and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar corpse being dragged around by a horse, which then fell off and was trampled into a bloody pulp.

"Terrible, truly terrible!"

"Let's rely on my general!"

"Bater, bring me the head of that Han general!"

A man who was nine feet tall, three feet around the waist, with a skull around his neck and a face like a demon, walked out from behind King Xiutu.

Batel, the top general under King Xiutu, wielded an iron rod as thick as his thigh. He once killed six Yuezhi generals in succession and led his troops to be the first to break through the Yuezhi royal court. His reputation among the Yuezhi was so great that it could stop children from crying at night.

King Xiutu's triumph didn't last long. Battier was indeed stronger than Lanban, managing to block Wei Ping's attack for a full hour!

He died during the second attack when his blood vessels ruptured due to excessive force.

"Is this person a god?!"

Some of the Xiongnu exclaimed in surprise, for Batel was known among the Xiongnu for his immense strength, and he had challenged almost every tribe.

Even so, the strongest warrior in the history of the Xiongnu could not defeat Wei Ping in a single encounter.

What else could this be but a god!

Maodun gave him a cold look; before him, even a god would fall.

"All of you come at me together."

Maodun sent out all his generals; he refused to believe that Wei Ping was truly invincible!

Even if it costs them their lives, they will overwhelm Wei Ping.

"Whoever kills this Han general will be enfeoffed as the King of Lushui, and granted the herds of 10 households!"

Upon hearing of Modu's reward, all the Xiongnu people were green with envy: he was made a king and granted 100,000 households of herdsmen, equivalent to 10 marquises of 10,000 households.

At this time, Xiao He's fiefdom consisted of only 8000 households, Zhang Liang's of 10000 households, and Han Xin's of less than 10000 households.

These were Liu Bang's three greatest contributors to the establishment of the Han Dynasty.

Killing Wei Ping is equivalent to killing three or four of the Three Heroes of the early Han Dynasty.

No one can resist such temptation.

The Xiongnu men around Wei Ping charged at him like madmen.