The Military Marquis Is Mighty

"Charge!"

The two squads split left and right, circling around the sand dune as they charged toward the oasis.

Though there were only a hundred riders, the galloping warhorses kicked up a skyful of dust, making them look incomparably formidable.

In barely a dozen breaths, Jiang Hao and his men had reached the edge of the oasis.

Only then did the leisurely Xiongnu realize what was happening. Their camp immediately descended into chaos as their captain shouted in Xiongnu, "Enemy attack! Mount up and meet them!"

The Xiongnu sprinted desperately toward their horses. They knew that only by getting mounted could they stand a chance. If they faced cavalry on foot, they would have nothing to do but await slaughter.

The Xiongnu had truly grown careless. There was not even a single sentry standing watch nearby. Ever since coming to the Western Regions, they had known no opponents. Now that the Right Virtuous King had forced the other nations to bow their heads, the Hu tribes of the Western Regions naturally did not dare draw blades against them. If they dared kill even one Xiongnu, the entire village, tribe, or even nation would be massacred by the Xiongnu, and their women enslaved.

As for the Han people, once the rulers of the Western Regions, their nation was now torn apart by internal strife and had long since lost its strength there. The former Protectorate General's Headquarters had only several hundred or perhaps a thousand men. It was said that their emperor had voluntarily abandoned the Western Regions, and the soldiers of the Protectorate General's Headquarters were so starved they could barely walk. There was no way they would come from several hundred li away.

Arrogance bred carelessness, and the Xiongnu had become arrogant. This time, they paid dearly for it.