The sky gradually darkened. Thick clouds covered it in a very short time, but the wind blowing from the Grasslands carried no hint of moisture. It was not about to rain; the sky was simply overcast.
Yet the gloomy sky made the warhorses restless, and they paced incessantly. The Xiongnu attacked in waves, their horses sweeping past with hoofbeats that shook heaven and earth. The riders shouted at the tops of their voices, putting enormous mental pressure on the Han Army.
The Left Xian King shouted, "Lads of Great Xia, kill the Han people! I will personally ask the Chanyu to reward you with the richest pastures, cattle and sheep, and the most beautiful women!"
The Xiongnu howled.
Hoofbeats rang across the Grasslands, and flying arrows ceaselessly reaped the lives of soldiers on both sides. Those wearing armor fared better, as ordinary arrows could not pierce their defenses, but the unarmored suffered severe casualties.
The army led by the Marquis of Runyin had become utterly isolated. Its supply line had naturally been cut off, and now it could only fight while trying to break out.
In such desperate circumstances, the first priority was to maintain the army's morale. The Marquis of Runyin was likewise shouting encouragement.
"Hold on! The Great General will definitely bring troops to our aid!
"Once the Great General arrives, we can all survive.
"Think of your families back home. Only a bloody battle against the Xiongnu can bring the highest glory!"
Then came the pounding of drums. Spurred on by the drumbeats, the Han Army skillfully wielded all manner of weapons to stop the Xiongnu charges.
The Left Xian King led his army in a fierce battle against the Marquis of Runyin. Countless chunks of flesh and severed limbs flew into the air. Agonized wails gradually