Chapter 9, Face to Face

The bloodied head was flung off the shoulder, rolling on the low-lying grass, and in the last glimpse, I saw my compatriots continuously falling, as well as Han people being killed, witnessing each person fighting desperately to survive, killing each other with all their might

What about the Xiongnu? How many have surrendered

The hooves gallop swiftly, stirring up the mud

Gongsun Zhi had no intention of letting them go, and directly issued a second command: "Bring the brothers' remains and bury them in the White Wolf Plain"

The footsteps quickened as the large knife was raised in hand, and a fierce roar erupted from the mouth, striking and slashing with all its might. A gap was torn open from the outside, allowing entry as it charged forward towards the nearby shouting Xiongnu.

Blood gushed out in an instant, blurring his vision, and the chaotic figures of people fighting around him became indistinct, gradually fading from view

As Ma Tou Dou turned around, Atumu was already covered in blood, both his own and that of the Han people he had just intercepted. He had wiped away the blood and roared, but in the next moment, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp, he turned back to wield his knife. With a loud clang, a large blade came crashing down, sparks flying everywhere. The immense force made his wrist numb, and he nearly fell off his horse

"... ... will not starve to death ... ... people ... ..."

Having grown accustomed to the indifference towards life and death, Gao Sheng, along with several surrounding bandits, suddenly felt a warmth in his heart and quickly waved his hand, saying: "Chief, that won't do. We are indeed thieves; in this line of work, who doesn't have their head tied to their waist? If we die, we die. The sky serves as a cover, and the earth as a coffin; wherever we lie down, that is where we will be."

After stumbling a few steps, his body finally fell backward, and a bag of grain hidden in his arms spilled onto the blood-soaked soil with a rustling sound. He turned his head to look at the scattered golden grains, and with weak arms, he swept across them, trying to gather them together

The silent bald man clasped his hands in submission, dismounted with a large knife in hand, and charged into the fray of the crowd. As a former member of the Yellow Turbans, he had never feared anyone since the uprising of the Three Lords of Heaven, Earth, and Man. Even when he encountered the black man with a leopard head and whiskers at the front lines, he had not shown an ounce of fear. Of course, it was only after engaging in combat that he realized he was outmatched.

Gao Sheng walked over, plunged the knife into the mud, and sat down heavily. "Half of us are dead. If it weren't for the pack of wolves summoned by the leader, we would probably have been eaten by now"

The still-living, severely injured bandit turned around, casting his gaze over, his expression showing some change

Amidst the countless cries of battle, Atumu engaged in combat with several charging bandits. After killing one, his horse was once again bitten on the left flank by a wolf that had emerged from an unknown direction. He quickly maneuvered towards his own men, wielding his weapon while shouting in the Xiongnu language: "Gather... Be cautious of the wolves"

... ...

... ... grain ... ... bring back ... ... winter ... ...

A feeble figure is walking

Finally, I saw the white silhouette of a wolf on the grass hill howling at the sky

Then, a burly figure approached, lifting a large foot to step on that arm. Raising both hands holding a knife, he leaned down to look at the dying Xiongnu man, spat, "... this belongs to the Han people."

In the next second, strike down fiercely

"The items taken by the Xiongnu, let everyone take them along, and after returning, distribute the items..." Gongsun Zhi fell silent for a moment, looked towards the people over there, and waved his hand: "As for them, take them all back as well..."

"Rise, kill him," he said

... ...

On the battlefield with hundreds of people, amidst the surging shouts, his voice was not particularly loud, only attracting the attention of a few dozen nearby companions. However, it was still somewhat difficult to approach him. With a slight misstep, one could be knocked off their horse. Furthermore, with the enemy suddenly launching a surprise attack, many of the Xiongnu found themselves in a passive position.

Before long, the clashing of weapons gradually ceased, and the autumn wind swept across the grassland, dispersing the scent of blood. Unclaimed horses flicked their tails as they walked among the scattered corpses, while hungry wolves ferociously tore a piece of flesh from a still-living warhorse, devouring it greedily.

On horseback, Gongsun Zhi opened his eyes and looked in the direction pointed to by the bald man on the ground. There were about one to two hundred Xiongnu warriors who had discarded their weapons and were kneeling on the ground

On the outskirts of the fierce battle, Gongsun Zhi led several horse bandits away from the chaotic center. He charged ahead not only to boost morale but also to serve as a guiding direction, yet he would not risk his life under the blades of others. At this moment, his fierce gaze was fixed on the battlefield, on the rallying and shouting Atumu, and then he waved his hand.

On the other side, many panicked citizens were so frightened that they closed their eyes, huddling together and trembling. They could tell that these were not Han soldiers, but a group of horse bandits roaming the grasslands.

Then the massacre began

"Leave no survivors—" He opened his mouth and bit into the wolf's throat, letting out a roar. On the grass hill, the white wolf king responded with a howl, while the remaining seventy or eighty grayish-blue wolves turned their heads to look at the kneeling rows of figures. Nearby, more than ten guards of the horse bandits also raised their weapons.

When it comes to the officials and soldiers, many bandits become anxious, as they are inherently criminals and possess a natural sense of fear regarding this matter. Moreover, having just engaged in a fierce battle, even if they are not afraid, they have lost much of their strength.

In a daze, a thunderous shout of "Get down!" erupted from the opponent's mouth, as a large blade severed the horse's leg, sending blood, flesh, and bone splattering with the edge of the sword. The warhorse let out a mournful cry and lunged forward, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. At the same time, Atum leaped off the horse's back and immediately sensed the intent to kill approaching him. Almost reflexively, he raised his sword again, the sound of metal ringing out once more. In the instant his arm was shaken, a large foot kicked straight into his chest, causing him to gasp for breath. In that moment of losing his breath, his grip loosened, causing the large blade pressing down on his sword to deflect, and the back of the sword struck Atum's head with a loud thud.

At this moment, the sound of hooves echoed from a distance, as a bandit returned, saying: "Chief, there are government soldiers, probably around dozens of them"

Grain

"... ... How are the casualties ... ..." Gongsun Zhi sat astride his horse, unmoving like a mountain, only to see that the number of figures still standing had already dwindled, and he gently closed his eyes.

White Wolf Yuan, Gongsun Zhi

Hmm! Hmm? Gao Sheng was momentarily taken aback

Atum swung his weapon to kill the gray wolf that had bitten onto the horse's tail and climbed up. Around him were the chaotic figures of battle and the shadows of wolves. As an experienced hunter in his tribe, he understood what it meant to encounter wolves, but encountering wolves fighting alongside humans left him somewhat bewildered

The grayish-blue wolf shadow followed the charge of the bandits, launching a surprise attack to seize the steed of the Xiongnu. Its sharp fangs tore away a piece of flesh, and the warhorse let out a painful neigh, rearing up in agony. The figure on its back was caught by the blade that swung in, leaving a trail of blood that splattered out.

He needs time to adapt to such a situation

Fingers weakly grasp the particles in the soil

Zhang Liao saw a lone figure standing by a horse from a distance. As he approached, he signaled the people behind him to slow down, raised his hooked scythe, and frowned. He could smell the blood in the air. His vision extended behind the figure, revealing a shocking scene of numerous corpses scattered on the ground. Looking at the mixed crowd of humans and wolves, Zhang Liao steadied his mind and raised his hand: "I am Zhang Wenyuan from Yanmen. May I ask how this leader is addressed?"

"A person is brought into this world by life, and when they die, they must be returned to the earth for peace." Gongsun Zhi dismounted and bowed to the remaining dozens of bandits.

A hundred bandits raised their weapons and charged forward wildly, their shouts and cries resembling a great wave crashing against the rocks. In a moment of panic, the hundreds of Xiongnu warriors abandoned their thoughts of shooting arrows and drew their swords to defend themselves. The thunderous sound of hooves trampled the earth as the bandits roared, swinging their blades through the crowd. The clashing of metal rang out continuously, sparks flying, blood splattering, with some crying out in agony as they fell, along with their warhorses. The thunderous sound of hooves trampled the earth as the bandits roared, swinging their blades through the crowd. The clashing of metal rang out continuously, sparks flying, blood splattering, with some crying out in agony as they fell, along with their warhorses.

"Gao Sheng, go and tell everyone not to act rashly, but to project an imposing presence." Gongsun Zhi turned over and mounted his horse, riding towards the direction of the sound of hooves.

... ...

Wow

The figure draped in a cloak gently raised its arm, also curling its hand.