The Cannon in the Rocks Hides a Cold Gleam, Awaiting the Mad Hooves to Enter the Dead End

"Chief, then we... are we going to reinforce the Hunxie Tribe?"

A general asked hesitantly, his tone thick with uncertainty.

Although the Xubu Tribe and the Hunxie Tribe were not the same tribe, the Hunxie Tribe was currently being encircled and annihilated by the Qin Army. If they did not provide support, then once the Hunxie Tribe was wiped out, the Xiongnu forces within Donghu would be left with only the Xubu Tribe and the White Sheep Tribe. And those fellows from the White Sheep Tribe clearly looked like they had come just to coast along—they had no intention of putting in any real effort.

In other words, once the Hunxie Tribe fell, the Qin Army would very likely turn its spearhead on the Xubu Tribe next.

"Reinforce them?"

The leading general suddenly turned around, his gaze vicious yet filled with undisguisable fear as he barked, "Reinforce my ass! Didn't you see the power of those explosions?

Didn't you see how many ambush troops the Qin Army has?

The Hunxie Tribe has already lost its leader and is being slaughtered one-sidedly by the Qin Army. If we go over now, we'll be walking straight into death!

Not only won't we be able to save them, we'll drag all three thousand of our men down with us!"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Looking once more toward White Deer Horse Ranch, his eyes were full of dread. "Those explosions were too bizarre. They were simply not something human strength could accomplish. Perhaps King Hunxie truly has incurred Heaven's wrath!

We can't stay here. Withdraw quickly! Withdraw at once!"

"But Chief,"

another general hurriedly said, his tone urgent, "it doesn't matter if we withdraw, but Chief Xubu Lie is leading the main force deep into Donghu territory,