Easy Victory, Rich Harvest

Wuligou was the captain of this supply transport team. Because he was afraid of dying on the battlefield, his three beautiful wives at home had already found other men.

So, he schemed to get a safe job transporting supplies in the rear.

He didn't expect any merit or titles from military achievements; his family was already powerful, and their clan was a mid-to-upper-tier large tribe among the Xiongnu.

The battlefield was a meat grinder, where even powerful Xiantian realm experts could fall. It was too dangerous.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, riding his horse leisurely and comfortably, this was the life he desired.

Wuligou even hummed a little tune.

The entire team moved slowly and was very undisciplined.

To them, this northern grassland was their Xiongnu territory and domain. The Wei people could only hide within their city walls, relying on them to evade the sharp edge of the Xiongnu army's might.

It was very safe on the grasslands!

As autumn arrived, the grass on the grasslands gradually began to turn yellow.

"La la la..."

Wuligou sang with more and more vigor, belting out his song.

The soldiers below wished their ears were deaf at that moment; they couldn't stand such noise pollution.

If Wuligou weren't their superior officer, they would have loved to impale his backside with their spears.

"Sir, should we send out two cavalrymen to scout ahead?" a Xiongnu Centurion asked.

"Jibochu, you're really living backward. This is the grassland, our Xiongnu territory. What are you so afraid of?" Wuligou said coldly, looking at Jibochu.

Facing Wuligou's cold gaze, Jibochu didn't know how to retort for a moment.

This damned fellow, relying on his good father, only knew how to enjoy life and had no idea about maintaining vigilance during marches.

He also didn't know how his brother, Jiboxiao, was doing on the battlefield, whether he had earned any merit and brought glory to the family clan.

Being assigned to work under this second-generation heir who only knew how to eat, drink, and play was truly a misfortune of epic proportions.

Jibochu grumbled inwardly!

Another Centurion in the team felt the same way about Wuligou.

Although their team had five hundred men, with the two Centurions each leading two hundred and fifty men, only two hundred of these five hundred were regular soldiers. The other three hundred were herdsmen drafted from the tribe to transport supplies.

They had very little combat effectiveness, to say the least!

Sheng Huai'an and the others lay in ambush, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Xiongnu supply transport team.

Half an hour later, Sheng Huai'an finally saw the Xiongnu supply transport team slowly appearing in their sight.

"These guys are really slow, acting like they're on a spring outing," Sheng Huai'an complained.

Waiting and waiting, the Xiongnu army finally walked into the ambush range.

Whether it was due to extreme laxity or a complete lack of awareness, they didn't notice anything unusual.

Seeing the Xiongnu supply army enter the ambush range, Sheng Huai'an lifted the grass mat covering his head, drew his bow, and shot out three arrows.

"Kill!"

With Sheng Huai'an's roar, the archers hidden on both sides of the road lifted their grass mats, stood up, and unleashed a volley of arrows.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The first volley of arrows directly killed over thirty Xiongnu soldiers.

After the first volley, the archers nocked and drew their bows again, continuing to shoot.

The distance from both sides to the road was only fifty meters, and the Xiongnu army was not very spread out, so most arrows would not miss.

"Enemy attack!"

Jibochu's eyes were about to split as he shouted, looking at the incoming arrow rain.

"Thwack!!"

An arrow pierced his throat.

Sheng Huai'an watched Jibochu slowly fall.

"Shouting so loudly, are you afraid I won't notice you?"

Sheng Huai'an didn't know that both brothers, Jiboxiao and Jibochu, had died by his hand.

Wuligou was stunned by the sudden attack.

"Quick, take cover and counterattack!" another Centurion shouted.

Hearing the shout, Sheng Huai'an looked over, drew his bow, and shot another arrow.

His arrows flew with incredible speed and power.

As a Silver-tier archer, his archery skills, strength, and speed were far beyond ordinary people.

By the time the Centurion reacted, an arrow had already pierced his throat.

These two early-stage Martial Practitioner Centurions in the Xiongnu army were thus shot and killed by Sheng Huai'an, providing him with ten points of Slaughter Value.

Seeing Sheng Huai'an's side launch their attack, Wang Wu and Hai Dahe also began to lead the cavalry charge.

After rapidly firing their arrows, the Xiongnu army had already suffered seventy to eighty casualties.

Sheng Huai'an drew his saber, "Charge with me and slay the Xiongnu enemies!"

Seeing Sheng Huai'an charge forward, the other soldiers followed suit.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The enemy soldiers, led by Tang Yunshan, also began their charge.

Deafening shouts of killing filled the air, as if thousands of troops were charging.

With the deaths of two experienced Centurions, the tribal nomads within the army fell into chaos when faced with the surprise attack, preventing the soldiers from mounting an effective defense or counterattack.

Seeing the Wei soldiers emerge from both sides of the road, Wuligou finally snapped back to reality.

"Damn Wei dogs, how dare you attack me! Jibochu, counterattack!" Wuligou roared.

However, no one responded!

"Jibochu, Jibochu?"

"Are you dead? Counterattack!" Wuligou's rage was boundless.

"My lord, Centurion Jibochu is already dead," a soldier said, trembling.

"What?"

"Dead!"

Wuligou was somewhat dazed by the death of that detestable Centurion.

"What about Centurion Samuel?"

"He's dead too!"

The soldier beside him replied.

"My lord, the Wei have cavalry, and their cavalry has begun to charge," a soldier said, trembling.

Seeing the cavalry charge, the tribal nomads scattered even further, wishing they had been born with faster legs.

The tribal nomads, having never experienced war, were no match for real soldiers.

Soon, Sheng Huai'an and his men charged into the Xiongnu's supply train.

Ordinary soldiers were no match for Sheng Huai'an, who fought like a fierce tiger.

In just over ten breaths, he had cut down more than ten men.

With Sheng Huai'an leading the charge, the other soldiers also fought like ferocious wolves, continuously cutting down Xiongnu soldiers.

They had all survived battles before, having traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood; the weak had already perished on the battlefield.

Sheng Huai'an, charging at the front, slew any Xiongnu soldiers strong enough to dare block him.

The Xiongnu army was completely unable to organize an effective counterattack.

"Damn Wei dogs, I will make you all die!"

The conspicuous Sheng Huai'an was spotted by Wuligou, who could naturally tell that Sheng Huai'an was the leader of this force.

Drawing his battle saber, Wuligou charged towards Sheng Huai'an.

Facing Wuligou's incoming saber strike, Sheng Huai'an raised his hand to block.

Wuligou was forced back two steps, staring at Sheng Huai'an in shock.

He was, after all, at the Grand Perfection realm of Martial Practitioners, with a single-arm strength of three thousand jin.

Yet, he had just been pushed back by a single saber strike from someone at the mid-stage of Martial Practitioner.

"Heh, looks like another expert has arrived!" Sheng Huai'an smiled as he looked at Wuligou.

This Grand Perfection realm Martial Practitioner seemed to be the leader of this force that Wang Wu had mentioned.

"Wei dog, die!" Wuligou, enraged, swung his saber and hacked ferociously at Sheng Huai'an.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush." Sheng Huai'an parried the blows with his saber.

Wuligou, having learned some of the Great Wei language, naturally understood what Sheng Huai'an was saying.

After hearing it, he became even more furious. This damned Wei dog was actually humiliating him.

Did he really think his saber wasn't sharp enough!?

"Ah, I'll kill you!" Wuligou swung his saber with even greater ferocity.

That damned Wei man, how dare he mock him.

"Haven't you eaten? Doesn't your family feed you enough? Why are you so weak? Your saber swings are so limp, you're not eating some 'Peaches Good Cool Cool', are you!?"

"No way, no way!"

Sheng Huai'an was not only fighting Wuligou but also trash-talking.

"Rumble!!"

Soon, the cavalry led by Wang Wu and Hai Dahe charged over, cutting into the enemy ranks.

With this cavalry force, the already fragile Xiongnu army was instantly shattered.

Xiongnu soldiers who resisted fell one after another under the cavalry's blades.

Seeing the Xiongnu soldiers being slaughtered relentlessly, Wuligou was so enraged he felt his blood boil.

"Ah..."

"Kill..."

At this moment, Wuligou forgot all about saber techniques and moves. He wildly hacked and slashed, desperately trying to kill Sheng Huai'an.

"Haha, I'm done playing with you!"

"Blood Fiend Saber Technique, Night Battle Eight Directions!"

Sheng Huai'an unleashed the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, instantly forcing Wuligou to retreat step by step.

"Chii!!"

A flash of bloody saber light streaked across, Wuligou's eyes froze, and he slowly fell.

Sheng Huai'an slit his throat with a single strike, ending Wuligou's life.

Wuligou, a Martial Practitioner at Grand Perfection, provided Sheng Huai'an with ten points of Slaughter Value.

Despite Wuligou being a Martial Practitioner at Grand Perfection, Sheng Huai'an felt his strength was quite weak.

He could only say that flowers grown in a greenhouse look good but are useless in practice.

After killing Wuligou, Sheng Huai'an continued his assault, slaughtering other Xiongnu soldiers.

Seeing Sheng Huai'an's mighty display, cutting down Xiongnu enemies like slaughtering dogs, the other soldiers were also energized as if they had received a shot of adrenaline, fiercely hacking at the Xiongnu enemy.

This Xiongnu army, having lost its leader and experts, could no longer resist the might of Sheng Huai'an's army and was completely annihilated.

Sheng Huai'an also dispatched Wang Wu and Hai Dahe with their cavalry to pursue and eliminate the fleeing herders.

"We really won, haha, Captain, we won." Looking at the ground littered with Xiongnu soldier corpses, Tang Yunshan exclaimed with excitement.

There were only over seventy of them, yet they had actually defeated an army of five hundred under Sheng Huai'an's leadership.

"What's there to be so proud of? Out of these five hundred, only about two hundred were actual soldiers; the rest were herders."

"Besides, this was a supply transport army. With me leading, wasn't it expected that we would defeat them?"

"Quickly clean up the battlefield. Take everything you can carry, and burn what you can't. We must not leave anything for the Xiongnu," Sheng Huai'an said.

Tang Yunshan scratched his head, feeling like he had just been shown off to.

The Captain truly lived up to his title, his aura was so impressive.

"Right, what about casualties?" Sheng Huai'an inquired.

"Eight brothers died in battle, and over a dozen were wounded," Tang Yunshan replied.

"Hurry up and clear the supplies and prepare to leave."

"Yes!"

Sheng Huai'an could barely accept this casualty result, after all, they were facing enemies several times their number, and blades are blind; how could there be no casualties on the battlefield?

Turning to look at the piles of supplies, Tang Yunshan felt both happy and worried.

He was happy because they now had supplies and food, but worried because they couldn't possibly carry so many supplies!

Grain, dried meat, siege ladders, ropes, sabers, bows, arrows, tents, cashmere blankets...

These supplies were more than enough for an army of five thousand men.

Sheng Huai'an's eyes lit up as he looked at over a hundred horses. Although many were not warhorses and were used for transporting supplies, they were still mounts and invaluable means of transportation.

With horses, they could move freely across this grassland.

"Captain, Captain, we've got a big haul, there's a surprise, medicine, there are pills!" Not far away, Tang Yunshan, who was counting the supplies, shouted excitedly.

Sheng Huai'an suddenly turned his head: "Pills?!"