My brothers are all warriors capable of taking on ten thousand men; I'll roam freely in the Thr

Half an hour later, deep in the grassland.

Xiang Yu had finished reorganizing his army, and the eight hundred cavalrymen of the Jingnan Army were re-formed.

The warhorse neighed softly, its breath condensing into white mist in the cold air.

Despite the fierce battles, the soldiers showed no signs of fatigue; instead, their eyes burned with an almost frenzied fighting spirit.

Xiang Yu glanced at his men and knew that their arrogance needed to be curbed, but right now, to press on and expand their territory, they needed that same spirit!

"Continue north!"

"Scouts advance twenty li ahead; the rest of you follow me, marching slowly and remaining vigilant!"

The cavalry set off again, slowly advancing deeper into the grassland.

After traveling for about half an hour, a scout on horseback reported: "Report! A large camp has been spotted five miles ahead, with herds of cattle and sheep, seemingly the settlement of a large tribe!"

Xiang Yu reined in his horse, picked up his binoculars, and looked in that direction.

Sure enough, we saw a continuous stretch of white domes.

Wisps of smoke rose from the campsite, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Further away, herdsmen were driving large herds of cattle and sheep slowly back, while women and children were either busy in front of their tents or looking on with longing eyes, seemingly waiting for their loved ones who were going to war.

This peaceful scene of twilight on the grassland brought a cold smile to Xiang Yu's lips.

"Second brother, where is this?"

Yang Zaixing rode closer and looked at the camp: "Judging from the size, there are probably several thousand people."

"Who cares where it is?" Ran Min's voice came from the other side.

"Since we've run into the Xianbei tribe, it must be fate."

Xiang Yu did not answer immediately; he observed the layout of the camp with a deep gaze.

The camp was built along the river, with tents scattered and fortifications rudimentary. It was clear that the main force of the tribe had been taken away by Ke Zui, leaving only the elderly, the weak, and a small number of guards behind.

Those returning herdsmen, those waiting women and children, and the Ke Zui and three thousand warriors they were waiting for, were now lying dead on the ground or were prisoners.

"This place should be the main camp of the Kezui tribe," Xiang Yu said slowly, a sharp light flashing in his double pupils.

"Ke Zui led the main force to pursue Wu Yan, leaving the tribe vulnerable. This was a golden opportunity."

He abruptly turned his horse around, facing the eight hundred iron cavalrymen standing solemnly behind him. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his blood-stained armor, making him appear like a war god descended to earth.

"My lads!" Xiang Yu's voice suddenly rose, echoing across the vast grassland.

"Ahead lies the stronghold of Ke Zui, the chieftain of the central Xianbei! Ke Zui has been captured alive by our army, and his main force has been wiped out! The camp is now filled with the elderly, women, and children, and its defenses are weak!"

He paused, pointed his halberd forward, and roared like thunder: "But remember this: on the grasslands, regardless of age, all can be soldiers! If we show mercy today, tomorrow their sons and grandsons will take up arms and ride horses to invade our Han territory and slaughter our people! Have you forgotten the women the Wuhuan abducted at the foot of Jundu Mountain, the fields trampled, and the crying children?!"

He practically shouted the last sentence.

The breathing of the eight hundred cavalrymen suddenly became heavy, and the slight slackness and pride that had just arisen in their eyes due to the continuous battles were instantly ignited and transformed into a raging fire of anger and killing intent.

"I haven't forgotten!!!"

"Good!" Xiang Yu shouted.

"Charge with me and raze this camp to the ground! Remember, we are outnumbered, so do not linger! Burn the tents, scatter the cattle and sheep, and crush anyone who dares to resist! Our goal is to destroy this tribe's rear base, to let the wolves of the grasslands know that those who offend our mighty Han, though far away, will be punished, and their nests destroyed!"

"Yes, sir!!!"

"kill--!"

Without any further pre-battle pep talk, Xiang Yu spurred his horse, and Wuzhui charged forward like an arrow.

Ran Min and Yang Zaixing followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right.

The eight hundred iron cavalrymen once again transformed into a torrent of death, sweeping towards the peaceful camp.

In the camp, the children who were looking out from higher places were the first to notice something was wrong.

"Mommy! What's that?" A seven or eight-year-old boy asked curiously, pointing to the rapidly expanding black tide in the distance.

His mother, a woman pounding milk skin with a wooden pestle, looked up and followed the direction the child was pointing.

At first, he was puzzled, but then his pupils shrank and the wooden pestle in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Enemy... Enemy attack—!!!" A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of dusk.

Instantly, the camp was thrown into chaos.

The herders returning home abandoned their cattle and sheep and fled frantically towards the camp; the elderly shakily crawled out of their tents, and the women clung to their children in panic, some trying to hide in their tents, others trying to run to the riverbank, creating utter chaos.

The approximately two thousand Xianbei warriors who remained in the tribe quickly recovered from their shock.

They were the guards left behind by Ke Zui. Although they were not the most elite, they were still grassland men who had experienced battles.

Organized by the shouts of several centurions, they grabbed bows and arrows, scimitars, and spears, attempting to form a defensive line around the camp to cover the retreat of the elderly and weak to the other side of the river.

However, it was too late.

The Jingnan Army moved faster than anyone could have imagined.

Xiang Yu took the lead and had already rushed to the edge of the camp.

Two Xianbei warriors roared and thrust their spears at him. Xiang Yu didn't even swing his halberd to block. His black horse charged forward without slowing down. He suddenly reached out with his left hand and grabbed both spear shafts at the same time. With a loud shout, he shoved them to the sides!

"Snap!" "Ah—!"

The spear shaft broke, and two Xianbei warriors were sent flying by the immense force, their bones and tendons broken.

Xiang Yu's horse moved at full speed, and the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd transformed into a streak of black light, sweeping across the area.

Three Xianbei archers who had just drawn their bows were cut in half at the waist, their blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground.

Behind him, Ran Min and Yang Zaixing, like two sharp knives, slashed fiercely into the hastily assembled defense line of the Xianbei people.

Ran Min's double-edged spear and hooked halberd worked together seamlessly, resulting in a simple yet ruthless killing method.

A Xianbei centurion charged forward, brandishing a spiked club. Ran Min parried and deflected the club with his hooked halberd, causing it to miss its mark. His double-edged spear, like a venomous snake, pierced the centurion's throat in an instant.

He drew his spear, swung it backhand, and slashed open the chests of two other warriors wielding knives.

Every swing of his weapon was precise and efficient, without any superfluous movements or emotional fluctuations.

Only his tightly pursed lips and the occasional flash of bloodlust in the depths of his eyes betrayed the overwhelming, deep-seated hatred he harbored for all the Hu people.

Yang Zaixing's marksmanship was as swift and fierce as a storm.

In his hands, the iron-clad spear transformed into a raging dragon, ready to devour its prey. With thrusts, stabs, sweeps, and flicks, the spear's shadows blurred and blurred.

He was better at mid-range combat, often shooting enemies in the throat or heart before they even got close.

Eight hundred Jingnan soldiers followed closely behind their three commanders, like red-hot irons plunged into butter. The divine crossbows were terrifyingly powerful at close range, and the Xianbei fell in droves before the battle even began.

Even if a brave warrior charged through the rain of arrows, he often couldn't withstand more than a few rounds against the Jingnan Army cavalry's superb horsemanship, sharp ring-pommel swords, and fine armor.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided crushing and massacre.

The resistance of the Xianbei soldiers left behind quickly crumbled.

Although they numbered two thousand, they were scattered in various places and could not form an effective command in a hurry.

The Jingnan Army, on the other hand, had a clear objective. Using Xiang Yu and his two companions as the spearhead, they charged straight into the heart of the camp. Wherever they went, men and horses fell, tents were trampled by hooves, and lit torches were carelessly thrown away. Soon, many tents caught fire, billowing thick smoke.

Cries, screams, the clash of weapons, the neighing of warhorses, the crackling of flames... all mingled together, playing a tragic end song for the grassland tribes.

In just the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, the Xianbei warriors who dared to gather and resist in the camp were defeated, suffering heavy casualties, and the rest scattered and fled into the darkness or the wilderness on the other side of the river.

The entire camp was plunged into chaos and engulfed in flames.

"Report—!"

A captain of the Jingnan Army galloped up to Xiang Yu's horse, a mixture of excitement and unease on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "General, the rear camp has captured a suspicious-looking man! He claims to be... the grandson of Tan Shihuai, named Kui Tou! He was accompanied by more than a dozen guards, all of whom we have captured!"