"Wei Zhe!"
When Vulture saw the boy standing atop the hill, looking down upon him like a god, his falcon-like eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins and endless venom.
He finally understood that from the very beginning, he had fallen into the other's trap. Those five hundred Qin troops were the bait, and this sea of fire and traps was a cage carefully prepared for him.
"Charge the entire army! Break out and kill Wei Zhe!"
Vulture let out a hysterical roar. He knew there was no retreat left now; only by pushing forward and killing that boy would there be a sliver of a chance of survival.
Driven by the desire to live, the remaining two thousand-odd Xiongnu heavy cavalry launched the most frantic charge. Disregarding the flames on their bodies and the traps beneath their feet, they trampled over the corpses of their comrades and rushed toward the hill where Wei Zhe was located like mad demons.
"Tiger and Wolf Army, form the formation!"
Wei Zhe's voice was calm and steady, ringing out clearly across the chaotic battlefield.
"First rank, shield formation! Second and third ranks, thrust with long halberds! Free fire, release!"
One hundred soldiers of the Tiger and Wolf Army rapidly formed an indestructible Three Talents Iron Bucket Formation on the hillside.
At the very outer perimeter were soldiers holding heavy shields, who drove their shields deep into the earth to form an iron barrier.
Through the gaps between the shields protruded rows of fine long halberds gleaming with cold light.
When the first wave of Xiongnu cavalry rushed to the front of the formation, what greeted them was a rain-storm of stabbed halberd tips!
"Plop! Plop! Plop!"
Warhorses wailed and riders fell.
The ground in front of the Tiger and Wolf Army's position was instantly covered by a thick layer of corpses, which in turn became the best obstacle to hinder the charge of the subsequent cavalry.
Meanwhile, on the hillside, the archers and crossbowmen led by Hu Lei and Qian Hu also began to play their part. Occupying the high ground, they poured wave after wave of deadly rain of arrows into the crowded Xiongnu crowd; every volley could take away dozens of lives.
However, the Royal Guard were, after all, the elite of the Xiongnu.
Following the initial chaos and casualties, they quickly displayed their death-defying true colors.
Abandoning their warhorses and drawing their curved sabers, they stepped over corpses and shields like agile apes, attempting to cross the Qin defense line.
A battle of close quarters of utter tragedy unfolded on the hillside!
Wei Zhe did not stay at the rear to command.
He was like a ghost on the battlefield; wherever a crisis arose, his figure would appear there.
A Xiongnu soldier had just leaped onto a shield, not yet having time to swing his saber, when a black shadow flashed past and the Armor-Piercing Awl in Wei Zhe's hand had already been driven straight into his heart.
Ding, Tempering Points +10.
Three Xiongnu soldiers joined forces in an attempt to flip a heavy shield, but Wei Zhe struck from the flank. His long halberd swept out like a dragon, cutting all three of them in half at the waist.
Ding, Tempering Points +30.
His presence was like a pillar of the sea, keeping the entire defense line of the Tiger and Wolf Army as steady as Mount Tai.
Every single strike he made was efficient and fatal, and in his mind, his tempering points were rising wildly at a terrifying speed.
The battle lasted for nearly an hour.
Below the slope, the corpses of the Xiongnu had piled up like a mountain, and blood flowed like a river.
Vulture's heart was bleeding. The three thousand elites he brought had now suffered nearly fifty percent losses, yet they had failed to even break through the enemy's formation.
He looked at the boy charging back and forth through the formation as if entering an uninhabited realm, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.
He finally understood that burning the grain camp and slaying the Chieftain in formation were by no means matters of luck.
This boy named Wei Zhe was a thorough and utter monster—a demon god born for war!
"This cannot go on any longer!"
A trace of frantic resolution flashed in Vulture's eyes.
From his bosom, he pulled out a peculiarly shaped horn made of eagle bone, placed it to his lips, and blew with all his might!
"Chirp—!"
An incomparably sharp, eardrum-piercing shrieking sound echoed through the skies.
This was the death-struggle signal of the Eagle of the Steppe!
Hearing this horn, all the Xiongnu soldiers still on the attack seemed to have been injected with some kind of frantic drug. Abandoning all defense, with bloodshot eyes and emitting beast-like howls, they launched a suicide assault against the defense line of the Tiger and Wolf Army using their teeth, their nails, and their bodies!
At the same time, Vulture himself dismounted from his horse.
From his saddle, he removed a pair of peculiar weapons that emitted a dim light and resembled eagle talons.
He moved.
His speed was faster than imagination could fathom, far surpassing ordinary Xiongnu commanders. Like a true vulture, with a few flashes and shifts across the chaotic battlefield, he actually avoided all frontal interceptions and headed straight for Wei Zhe in the center of the grand array!
"Wei Zhe! Hand over your life!"
He intended to use his strongest assassination technique to perish together with the enemy's commanding officer!
"Squad Leader, watch out!"
Qian Hu and the others were greatly alarmed, wanting to fall back to defend, but they were tightly entangled by those mad demon Xiongnu soldiers.
"Well-timed!"
In contrast, Wei Zhe's eyes erupted with unprecedented fighting spirit!
He had long since noticed this enemy commander and had also been waiting for him to make a move!
He thrust his long halberd violently into the ground and with a backhand motion drew the two Armor-Piercing Awls from his waist.
The very instant Vulture's pair of talons was about to grab his face, Wei Zhe moved!
Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, his body twisting to an extreme angle that defied common sense.
The terrifying speed of his agility attribute reaching 225 points erupted completely at this moment!
To everyone present, Wei Zhe's figure seemed to transform into three in an instant!
One went left, one went right, and one stayed in place!
An afterimage!
Vulture's pupils instantly shrank to the size of needle tips; his sure-kill grab struck empty air!
"Not good!"
A deadly sense of crisis came from behind him.
He whipped his head around, only to see a trace of icy cold light rapidly enlarging within his pupils.
Splat!
The sharp tri-angular Armor-Piercing Awl silently pierced straight in from his upper back and protruded through his chest.
"Uh..."
Vulture lowered his head, looking in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, the radiance in his eyes rapidly dissipating like a popped balloon.
To his dying day, he did not understand why the enemy's speed could be fast to such an extent.
Ding! You have killed the fake Xiongnu Commander 'Vulture' and obtained 2,000 Tempering Points!
Ding! Congratulations to the host for achieving the 'Taking the General's Head Amidst an Army of Millions' achievement! Received additional reward: Earth-Grade Incomplete Manuscript Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill Level 1!
Wei Zhe pulled out his short blade, allowing Vulture's corpse to collapse limply at his feet.
He picked up the eagle-bone horn, stood atop the peak of the hill, and blew it once more toward the Xiongnu soldiers below who were still fiercely attacking.
"Chirp—!"
Only this time, his formidable internal energy was imbued within the horn's sound.
Every single Xiongnu soldier who heard this blast of the horn stiffened in body. Raising their heads instinctively, they beheld a sight that would remain unforgettable to them for all eternity.
Their god, their Eagle of the Steppe, had fallen.
And that teenage demon god of the Qin army was standing atop the corpse of their god, blowing the horn that represented supreme glory.
Their faith completely collapsed at this moment.
"The eagle... is dead..."
Someone did not know who, but they were the first to drop the weapon in their hand, falling to their knees and weeping bitterly.
Following closely came the second, the third...
A short moment later, a vast expanse of soldiers was kneeling below the slope.
In this battle, the Tiger and Wolf Army annihilated three thousand elite cavalry of the Xiongnu Royal Guard at the cost of ten injured and zero casualties, while slaying their commanding officer, "Vulture."
On this day, the name of Wei Zhe resounded completely throughout the entire northern frontier of Great Qin, becoming an unshakeable nightmare in the hearts of all Xiongnu people.
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