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Chapter 245 The Great Han Blitzkrieg

A sentry scrambled into the tent, his voice distorted and shrill with extreme terror.

"Southeast! There's...there's light! A very bright light! And a sound like thunder! It's getting closer and closer!"

Agula dashed out of the tent, and the others hurriedly followed.

In the southeastern sky, at the darkest hour before dawn, several bright, straight beams of light, like divine swords, violently pierced the night and were moving rapidly toward the camp.

After the beam of light came a deep, powerful roar that grew louder and louder, making the earth tremble!

The sound, the vibration, the light... instantly overlapped with the incoherent descriptions of the fleeing soldiers.

"Eternal Heaven..."

The bone staff in the hands of the wizard beside Agula fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The Xiongnu generals, who had just been mocking them, now had expressions of disbelief, horror, and bewilderment on their faces.

The defeated soldiers were not lying!

At least, they weren't lying about the terrifying sound, light, and vibration!

but……

So fast?!

Don't you Han soldiers ever rest or recuperate?

Doesn't this giant beast need to eat?

They had just received the news, and the people were already here?

"Enemy attack—!!! It's Han Chinese! It's those monsters!"

Agula finally reacted and let out a shrill, distorted roar.

"Mount up! Prepare for battle! Quickly!"

However, his order came too late.

Those bright beams of light, like searchlights, had firmly locked onto the riverside campsite.

Amidst a heart-pounding roar and a violent tremor, the beam of light rapidly expanded.

The terrifying, massive steel outline behind the pillar of light was already faintly visible, as well as... a fluttering Chinese character battle flag!

Huo Qubing has arrived.

"Fire! Aim at those glowing eyes! Cut their wheels!"

Agula roared in vain, drew his scimitar, and tried to gather the guards and soldiers around him who were still able to move.

Sporadic counterattacks began.

Some brave Hun archers fired arrows at the blinding headlights of the carriage.

However, the arrows struck the reinforced front armor with a clanging sound, having no effect whatsoever.

Some fierce cavalrymen, howling and urging their horses on, tried to approach from the side.

But then the heavy truck that was leading the way suddenly swerved and swung its tail like a dragon.

The massive steel vehicle, with its terrifying inertia, slammed into the cavalry like a giant warhammer swinging sideways!

"Bang! Crack! Sizzle—!"

The terrifying sounds of collision and crushing echoed once again!

Both men and horses were annihilated!

Those who were lucky enough not to be directly hit were thrown off their horses by the violent shockwave and flying dirt and gravel.

The truck's massive wheels, encased in iron hoops and a specially designed anti-slip outer layer, rolled over flesh and grass with almost no pause, continuing to rush deeper into the camp.

The blood and flesh stained on the wheels were particularly glaring under the bright light.

At the same time, the firing ports at the rear and the crossbows on top of several heavy trucks unleashed a deadly rain of arrows.

With closer proximity and denser targets, the Han crossbowmen unleashed all the bitterness of their arduous journey and the fury of their desire for revenge.

"Scatter! Spread out! Don't huddle together!"

Agula's eyes were bloodshot.

He realized that the steel monster's charge was most effective against dense formations, and the crossbow bolts on the vehicle posed a deadly threat to the gathered crowd.

But how can orders be effectively communicated amidst the chaos?

Moreover, Huo Qubing's three thousand elite Han cavalry had already cut into the camp from both flanks like sharp sickles.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Xiongnu were terrified by the "divine soldiers" and their organization was in chaos, they indiscriminately slaughtered and set fire to tents, driving and spreading panic to every corner of the camp.

Huo Qubing was driving a heavy truck when he saw Agula's distinctive armor and his desperate shouting. A cold smile crept onto his lips.

"Found a big fish. Li Gan, take a team and follow me! The rest of you, keep charging, don't stop!"

Huo Qubing gave instructions via walkie-talkie, then stepped on the gas, and the heavy truck sped toward Agula.

"Attention, all vehicles! Li Gan, lead Vehicle B to the left to clear out the scattered enemy on the flank! Vehicle C, move to the right to suppress the archers behind those yurts! Vehicle A, follow me and head straight for the enemy chieftain in front of the wolf-head tent in the center! Cavalry, flank them from both sides and cut off their retreat to the river! Hurry!"

"Car A understands!"

"Vehicle B received!"

"Carriage C obeys!"

A brief and forceful reply came through the walkie-talkie.

The three heavy trucks, like steel behemoths controlled by invisible threads, instantly coordinated their tactics under Huo Qubing's command.

Two auxiliary trucks split to the left and right, like the wings of a giant pincer, using bright lights, crossbow bolts, and brute force to disperse and disrupt the Huns who were trying to encircle or intercept them from the sides.

Meanwhile, the lead chariot carrying Huo Qubing—the "armored chariot"—let out an even more ferocious roar, flooring the accelerator.

The massive vehicle lurched forward, its tires tearing through the mud and grass, kicking up clouds of dust, and hurtled toward Agula with unstoppable force.

The two headlights at the front of the car have been readjusted and now have all their brightness focused.

Agula was blinded by the light, but he could feel death drawing ever closer.

My brain completely shut down.

He got it.

He understood everything.

Why did the Left Wise King's 10,000 cavalrymen all perish in one night?

Why were the defeated soldiers speaking incoherently, describing it as if from a nightmare?

Why was the Han army able to arrive so quickly, without taking a break?

This is a monster! It's punishment sent down by the Eternal Heaven!

It's a demonic mount summoned by the Han people from some unknown abyss!

Impervious to swords and arrows, possessing boundless strength, a voice like thunder, and eyes that radiate divine light…

Moreover, it could be so precisely controlled and commanded by Han generals, as if it were their own arm!

As the steel behemoth rapidly enlarged in his pupils with a speed far exceeding that of a warhorse and an aura of crushing everything, Agula's last bit of fighting spirit vanished.

How...how do I fight this?

Eternal Heaven!

Are the bravery of my Hun warriors and the pride of the steppe eagles truly as fragile as rotten wood and withered grass before such "things"?

"Scatter! Scatter now!!"

Agula finally let out a desperate, distorted roar, just like the defeated soldiers of the Left Wise King.

His personal guards and soldiers fared even worse; under the oppressive force of the intense light and the deafening roar of death, they had long since been terrified.

Upon hearing the leader's scream, chaos erupted as they scattered in all directions, crying and crawling.

However, given the speed and size of heavy trucks, how could a human dodge them completely in an instant?

"Boom—!!! Crack—Pfft!"

The steel locomotive, carrying immense force, crashed violently into the crowd.

Even though most people instinctively dove or dodge, three or four unlucky souls were still dragged directly under the car, instantly turning into a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

The gust of wind and the flying dirt and gravel stirred up by the vehicle struck more Huns who had fallen nearby, leaving them bruised and battered, screaming in agony.

Although Agula managed to dodge in time and avoid a head-on collision, the impact, which was so close, still caused him to bleed from his ears and nose and feel dizzy.

He lay on the ground, listening to the maddening roar of the engine and the metallic scraping of metal, his mind cold and blank.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Agula was driven to despair.

Just then, the car slowly came to a stop, and the driver's side door opened.

Huo Qubing held a spear in one hand and the carriage door with the other, looking at Agula.

"Tie him up!"

Several fierce Han soldiers pounced on Agula, who was still not fully recovered, and quickly tied him up tightly.

Huo Qubing stepped forward and used the tip of his spear to lift Agula's chin, forcing him to look up at his young yet murderous face.

"Agula, a general under the Right Wise King?"

Huo Qubing's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"The Left Wise King has just died, and you're already in a hurry to follow in his footsteps? Fine, saves me the trouble of making a long journey. Take him away, so he can keep the Left Wise King company."

Agula's lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The sky over the grassland seems to be... about to change.

Despairing, Agula was dragged away like a dead dog, and the rest of his followers quickly collapsed, scattered, or were annihilated.

Huo Qubing did not linger there.

He jumped into the cab of the heavy truck and grabbed a walkie-talkie.

"All personnel! Take inventory of casualties and replenish arrows!"

"After an incense stick's time, continue the advance to the northwest! Whichever direction the fleeing troops run, that's the direction we'll attack! We must instill fear like a plague into every tent of the Xiongnu tribes!"

"One team stays here to provide backup! The rest of you, follow me!"

Huo Qubing did not ask them if they were tired.

Because the answer was written on the face of every Han soldier.

The young Han soldiers longed for merit.

not to mention……

This is practically a guaranteed win!

Lying down and accumulating merits until your hands are sore?

Why are you complaining of being tired now?

Then that's how your life will be!

The time for bestowing official titles and ranks is right before our eyes!!!

"General, to the north lies the ranch of a small branch of King Hunxie; they may also have been involved in the raid!"

Guides or surrendered soldiers familiar with the grasslands rushed to report.