"The Shanyu had an order to kill Fang Lingchen in a battle today, take the lead in breaking through the village gate, and step into the camp, the Han territory, thousands of miles of fertile soil, and let them choose." Tuerhong shouted loudly on his horse, his voice was loud and clear, and it was heard from afar in the military camp.

After a while, all the grassland warriors heard the news. They held the weapons in their hands without freedom. There was unexpected surprise in their eyes, but more of them were unswerving decisions.

A pair of knights spontaneously walked onto their mounts. Their faces were no longer hesitation and dissatisfaction, but instead they were joy and courage.

The Northern Camp, the famous reputation of the Red Ocean for hundreds of years, has been left behind by these grassland men at this moment. There are only four words in their hearts, thousands of miles of fertile land...

The 100,000 soldiers of the Xianbei, Di, Jie, Qiang, and the four tribes formed a brave iron army that was fearless and rushed towards the northern camp.

Because the Red Ocean is the only full cavalry unit in the Han Dynasty, in order to give full play to the greatest strengths of the cavalry, there are no towering city walls around the northern camp, only fences several meters high, and arrow holes are left in the gaps.

The defense of the Northern Camp was the simplest of the five major armies of the Han Dynasty, but it was them who had never lost their lives in hundreds of years when facing the most powerful nation on the grassland. Even more than 40 years ago, the arrogant Huns could only bypass the Northern Camp and penetrate into the hinterland of the Han Dynasty when they could not conquer it for a long time.

They are like an unfallen steel city wall, always guarding the frontiers of the Han Dynasty. They are called mobile fortresses in the Han Empire.

However, today, the enemy they are facing is a group of beasts that have been hungry for hundreds of years.

The Fang Lingde brothers had already climbed to the observation deck. Before the two armies had contacted each other, they had already felt an unusual and violent atmosphere.

The tactics that the grassland nation is best at are not tough battles, but endless mobile wars on the boundless grassland, which is also the biggest reason why the Han Dynasty always tends to be defensive.

But today, these grassland men lined up a thick long dragon in front of the northern camp. At first glance, they were tall, fierce and powerful men.

In such a formation, any soldier with a little experience knows their next actions. They want to launch a charge and launch the most violent charge against the northern camp.

"What's going on? Are they crazy?" Fang Lingde murmured.

Fang Lingchen looked solemn and said, "I don't know if they are crazy, but I know there is not much time left for us."

He turned around and shouted loudly: "Archer, prepare for the trencher."

The well-trained soldiers faithfully carried out the commander's orders. After one arrow hole, the soldiers' firm figures appeared, and trenchers were placed in appropriate positions.

An old man came out from the crowd. In front of more than 100,000 soldiers, he raised the saber in his hand high and shouted sternly: "For our land, the Xianbei warriors, follow me."

He took the lead and ran towards the closed village gate.

Behind him were 20,000 Xianbei people with fierce eyes and fierce spirits. They followed the footsteps of their clan leader and rushed forward without hesitation.

On the left side of the camp are the Qiang soldiers and on the right side are the Jie troops. Together they launched the most intense attack on the northern camp.

"Shoot the arrows, throw the stone."

The orders were passed down continuously, and the soldiers of the Red Ocean calmly made the same moves, but it was this simplest and most primitive pulling and releasing that gave the grassland people the greatest harm and the strongest blow.

Arrows drew beautiful and elegant arcs in the sky, mixed with huge pebbles soaked with tinder oil burning with raging fire and smashing fiercely at the heads of soldiers of all races.

The wind is roaring and the horse is crying. Every moment, people die tragically on the road ahead, and are quickly overwhelmed by endless successors, unable to leave a trace.

Everyone was desperately beating the good horse under their crotch, and they raced forward against time, because they knew that only by moving forward could there be a way of life, not only their own way of life, but also their tribe's way of life.

As the distance gradually approached, rows of soul-chasing crossbow arrows began to shoot out from the arrow holes on the railings. Their penetration and lethality became more intense, and the casualties of the grassland men became more and more severe.

After a while, Fang Lingchen and others immediately realized that the situation was different. The combat effectiveness of these troops seemed to have suddenly increased to a higher level. In the face of the powerful blockade of the Red Ocean troops, their cavalry fell one by one. However, unlike in the past, this time, no matter how many people they fell, the subsequent men turned a blind eye. There was no fear or hesitation on their faces. In their eyes, they always locked the gate of the northern camp, charging, charging, and charging again until they were left or rushed in.

"Dong..."

The sound of collision continued to come from outside the camp. The endless rain of arrows and huge rockfalls could not stop the steps of these men who had already put life and death aside for a moment. They finally came under the railing. However, the tall railing stood ruthlessly in front of them, and their pace of progress finally stopped helplessly.

Compared with those towering city walls, the height of the railing can only be described as a small earth slope. At such a height, large siege equipment such as cloud ladders cannot be used at all.

The Xianbei people took out the rope around their waists, threw it up, put it on the railing, and climbed upwards. However, what awaited them was the ruthless massacre of the Han army. With the advantage of the height gap, the Han army had an absolute advantage.

An old soldier was beating his horse and suddenly ruthlessly whipped the horse's back. The horse neighed innocently and rushed forward with great force, hitting the railing heavily, but there was no effect except for a slight tremor.

The horse lay on the ground and closed his eyes forever.

There was no pity or anger in the eyes of the old soldier. He pushed the horse corpse to the side of the railing, leaned down, and whispered: "Place my shoulder and climb over."

The knights behind made the same choice. The war horses that they loved as life on weekdays became stepping stones for them to climb upwards at this moment. One by one, one by one, the war horses and one by one formed a ladder of blood and flesh.

Crazy, and above the battlefield, there is a madness everywhere.

When the first Xianbei warrior finally climbed over the railing, the first old warrior lying on the ground had his eyes turned pale and his orifices were bleeding. He was not dead by swords and weapons, but was trampled to death by his companions. However, his two eyes that were bulging outside his eye sockets as white as fish belly was still staring at the railing in front of him. His hands were tightly holding the war horse that had accompanied him for ten years. His teeth were bitten tightly, and the second row of teeth had already burst out due to excessive force, but he never let out a scream until his death.

The warriors of the grassland walked along the stairs made up of their companions with their bodies and finally climbed through the railing that was several feet long. Their faces were ferocious and terrifying. They shouted loudly, and they continued to go one after another and never retreated.

The Han army finally had a little fear in their eyes. Faced with these already crazy beasts, their firm will finally shake. These people were completely different from the previous few days. Such combat power, even the famous Golden Wolf Army, is probably not comparable to that.

On the grassland, the living conditions are extremely difficult. The increase in the population of a tribe often brings a new war. For a rich grassland, two friendly nations can even turn against each other and survive, which is not easy for these simple men.

Their lives are helpless, and the fertile grassland is limited after all. Maodun's journey south was also helpless. The grassland, the emerald green ocean that raised him, could no longer accommodate more people.

On the prairie, the most fertile grasslands were taken for granted by the Huns. Even though the Xianbei and other tribes were dissatisfied, they did not dare to have any objections to it. In their hearts, their greatest wish was to have a fertile land that would allow the tribe members to live a rich and well-fed life. For this wish, they could turn from the simplest man on the prairie into the most brutal beast from the depths of hell.

"Dad, let's go there too."

Behind the tragic battlefield, a tall young man was urging in a low voice. His big hand was tightly holding the hilt of the knife, and the blue veins that protruded due to excessive force showed his turbulent mood.

"Aguda, don't join in the fun."

The old man shook his head silently and rejected his son's proposal.

"Why? They have already broken through the village gate. If we don't go, we will really have no credit." Aguda roared in a low voice, and for the first time he felt resentment from his heart for his father, whom he had always respected.

"This credit is not so easy to get." The old man's voice was still plain, and even his eyes were as calm.

"Dad, is it really you? Thirty years ago, where did Nan Yiliao, the hero of the Di tribe?" Aguda's voice was depressing and he felt very unwilling.

After calmly looking at his son who complained, Nan Yiliao's gaze became sharp at that moment: "You are my son, and the Di tribe in the future will be handed over to you as a leader. Remember for me that you can't be impulsive in anything, especially the leader of the clan."

Agu's lips shook, and after a moment, he said hurriedly: "Dad, I know what you are worried about. The Huns were indeed cruel, but Maodun Shanyu has always said that he will fulfill his words. Today, he personally promised in front of so many people. If he repents, he is afraid that his position as the Shanyu can't be saved. Why do you have this concern?"

Nan Yiliao turned his head, his eyes flew across the battlefield, looking at the boundless distance, as if through the endless river of time, he had seen through the complex situation and touched the future hidden between nothingness.

"This war won't end so soon. We still have a lot of time and opportunities, a lot of…"

He repeated the last two words heavily.

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