When the sky began to turn pale, the entire Xiongnu royal court began to move.

More than 100,000 people lined up in neat rows, and every Hun soldier exuded a strong murderous intent.

In front of the Hun army, Chanyu Yufuluo was riding in the center, with Liu Bao on his left and Uleyong on his right. Seeing that the Han army did not attack as early as they had imagined, the three had different expressions on their faces.

Liu Bao said with disdain: "The Han people don't even have the awareness to launch a sneak attack first, so it's a waste of our attention."

"It would be better for us to take the initiative to attack and wipe out these Han people on the banks of the Onon River."

Wuleyong's eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit: "Your Majesty is right. The Han soldiers did not understand the importance of speed in war and deliberately delayed time in front of the Onon River. If we had taken the initiative to attack last night, we would have dealt a heavy blow to the enemy."

Yu Fuluo shook his head: "It is precisely because the Han army is confident that we should be more careful. What Bulu said last night was not entirely wrong."

"Tap Tap"

The deafening sound of horse hooves rang out, and then a black line appeared in the sky, and neatly arranged cavalry approached rapidly.

The two sides stood facing each other at a distance of several hundred feet.

Yu Furuo looked at the tens of thousands of Han soldiers in the distance, who were in neat formation and full of murderous intent, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

The reason why cavalry is so powerful is not only its charging momentum, but also its ability to enforce discipline.

The Han cavalry just now made him feel a little threatened, and he suddenly remembered Blue's reminder last night.

He suppressed his anxiety and shouted in a cold voice: "Warriors, the glory of the Xiongnu is in our hands and at our feet. Pick up your weapons and let these Han people know how powerful we are."

"Ho ho ho!!"

"Kill Kill Kill"

Amid the roar of killing, Wuleyong bowed and said, "Chanyu, I want to use the heads of the Han people's heavenly generals to celebrate the great victory of my grassland eagles."

As he spoke, he galloped on his horse, raised his mace high, and shouted loudly: "Zhang He, do you dare to come out and fight me?"

The arrogant and provocative voices, coupled with the mocking voices of the surrounding Huns, boosted the morale of the Hun army.

Seeing that Zhang He seemed eager to try, Xi Zhicai on the side hurriedly said: "I know you are a general of heaven, but you still come to challenge me. You must have something extraordinary. General, don't be impulsive."

Zhang He turned his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I understand."

"I have already sensed the inner strength of the mana in his body. Although he is not as strong as me, it will still take a hundred moves to kill him. However, we are few in number, and our success has been based on our courage and perseverance, so we must fight quickly and decisively."

"Showing weakness to the enemy is the fastest way, don't you think?"

Xi Zhicai clapped his hands and smiled: "No wonder the lord asked the general to go north to the grassland. It seems that your caution and calmness are exactly what the lord values."

Zhang He raised his lips and said, "When I fail in a few moves, sir, immediately lead your troops to advance left and right. My personal soldiers will form the Three Talents Heaven-killing Battle Formation. With its blessing, my combat power will instantly increase to the peak of the middle stage of the Heavenly General. Therefore, it will only take one move to kill him."

"When he is killed, what will Yu Fuluo rely on?"

Zhang He raised his spear and rushed out on horseback: "How dare you, a barbarian, speak so arrogantly? Take my spear."

"Come, fight!" The horse galloped and rushed directly towards Wuleyong.

The two war horses galloped, charging towards each other, getting closer and closer.

"Take my shot!!"

Zhang He took the first step, leaping several feet high. The spear in his hand, wrapped in strong energy and emitting terrifying murderous intent, stabbed straight at Wuleyong.

The gun moved as fast as the wind and thunder, and the aura of the heavenly general emanated in all directions.

The faces of those Hun soldiers who were still shouting turned pale in an instant. Under the pressure of this breath like a storm, they even had difficulty breathing.

As long as the breath is even slightly exerted on them, they will immediately bleed from all seven orifices and die.

Originally they were very confident in the Huns' first warrior, Uleyong, but now
Uleyong, who was in the eye of the storm on the battlefield, did not change his expression at all. A sarcastic smile flashed across his lips. He swung the mace in his hand towards the spear without dodging or evading.

It also carries a strong force. Although its speed is slower than Zhang He's spear, its power should not be underestimated.

"boom!!"

A violent collision sound was heard, and a terrifying sonic boom was heard from far away. The soldiers who were close to it felt as if a storm was enveloping their bodies, and their heads were buzzing. Some of the soldiers who were close to it even fainted directly on the ground, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Smoke and dust enveloped Wuleyong and Zhang He. Everyone's eyes were on the smoke and dust. Everyone knew that the fight between the two would determine the outcome of the upcoming battle.

If Zhang He wins, the Han army will naturally have the advantage, as a single great general can defeat thousands of soldiers in a chaotic battle.

Similarly, if Ule wins, the morale of the Huns will be unprecedentedly high, which will also allow the Huns to expand their advantage.

In the smoke and dust, a terrifying force like a tide surged into the body along the spear.

At this moment, all his internal organs seemed to have moved.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Zhang He and his horse retreated several steps, his face pale. On the other hand, Wuleyong on the opposite side did not move at all, laughing loudly: "What a crap general, not worth mentioning."

"You can't handle it after just one move?"

"Try one more trick from me!"

He waved the mace in his hand again, with each move being wide and open.

Every time Zhang He received a move, he would take several steps back.

Not long after, a trace of blood even flowed from the corner of Zhang He's mouth.

After firing a spear, Zhang He turned his horse around and retreated backwards.

Amid the ridicule of countless Xiongnu people, Xi Zhicai shouted loudly: "Charge from both wings, and make sure General Zhang He's safety is guaranteed!"

"kill!!"

(End of this chapter)