“Quickly gather! The Central Army's forces are to suppress the rebellion in the rear. This chaos must not be allowed to spread throughout the army!”
“If anyone dares to be a coward and flee, don't blame the sharp blade in my hand for disregarding tribal ties and cutting them down!”
Upon hearing these stern words and seeing Ke Bineng's fierce gaze, the tribal leaders trembled in fear, terrified of being cut down on the spot by the enraged Ke Bineng.
They bowed in compliance, beginning to gather their respective forces to suppress the rebellion in the rear.
Seeing that everyone obeyed, Ke Bineng slowly let out a sigh of relief, his panicked expression calming down slightly.
His eyes remained extremely fierce as he coldly instructed his personal guards!
“Bring me the general in charge of patrolling the camp! This leader will use him as a sacrifice!”
“The Han Army bypassed us to the rear, yet no news came, and they even managed to break into the camp! They are simply a bunch of good-for-nothings!”
Receiving the order, the personal guards immediately went to search for the man.
Ke Bineng watched the sky above the rear camp alight with flames, and even many routed soldiers fled towards his position.
His eyes showed a grave expression, and he remained puzzled as to how the Han Army had silently reached the rear.
Just then, several scouts galloped towards his position, their faces filled with panic. Before they even arrived, their voices could be heard!
“Leader… Leader, something terrible has happened! The Han Army inside the city and the Han Army stationed outside the city are already charging towards us!”
Upon hearing this, Ke Bineng's body trembled slightly, and panic instantly appeared in his eyes. He had almost forgotten about these two forces.
The rear camp being attacked clearly meant the Han Army had come prepared, intending to annihilate him during the chaos.
His teeth ground together, his eyes bloodshot, as he coldly ordered those around him!
“Gather all our forces! Follow this leader to resist the Han Army!”
Around two to three thousand soldiers gradually gathered, and under Ke Bineng's leadership, they headed directly towards the front camp.
When Ke Bineng arrived, the Han Army had already charged in and was engaged in a fierce battle with the soldiers defending the front camp.
They were clearly unable to withstand the Han Army's sudden assault, and many routed soldiers were already fleeing in disarray.
Ke Bineng drew the sharp blade from his waist and shouted loudly to those around him!
“Soldiers, charge!”
His voice was exceptionally loud in the gradually brightening sky.
Many Xianbei soldiers who had been defeated and fled, seeing the arrival of reinforcements from the rear, their panicked minds settled down slightly.
They all gripped their sharp blades and continued to resist the Han Army.
Ke Bineng, riding a magnificent black horse and wielding a great blade, led the assembled forces behind him in a charge.
The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle in the front camp.
Weapons clashed, and sparks flew!
Screams occasionally resounded, bodies fell, and blood flowed freely.
In the direction of the rear camp, Guan Yu led over a thousand cavalry, charging headlong, trampling through the camps. The entire rear camp was in chaos, engulfed in flames, and gradually moving towards the central camp.
The Xianbei tribal leaders, who had been ordered to come, reluctantly led their respective forces to charge towards this area.
The two sides soon met, and the air was filled with the scent of gunpowder.
Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue Dao (Green Dragon Crescent Blade) was already stained with bright red blood.
His phoenix eyes looked forward, showing no signs of retreat, as he coldly shouted to those around him!
“Soldiers, charge!”
Over a thousand cavalry, gripping their sharp blades and brandishing their horsewhips, charged forward. The thunderous sound of hooves pounding resounded.
Many leaders, seeing the cavalry's imposing momentum, felt somewhat intimidated, but they gritted their teeth and commanded their forces to resist.
The two sides quickly clashed, weapons colliding, sparks flying, and screams occasionally echoing.
Guan Yu, leading the charge, wielded his great blade, frantically cutting down enemies in the crowd.
Any enemy who dared to approach him was cut down from their horse, displaying an unstoppable momentum.
Even several Xianbei generals were instantly cut down by him.
The cavalry behind him, under Zhang Liao's command, charged forward with overwhelming and terrifying momentum.
After only a brief engagement, the assembled Xianbei soldiers were repeatedly defeated.
The many leaders standing behind, seeing this scene, grew increasingly panicked.
That mighty man in the crowd was so fierce that he could take the enemy's head amidst a thousand soldiers.
Many began to have second thoughts, wanting to preserve their forces and leave, because the entire camp was already in chaos and could no longer be held.
Moreover, the shouts of battle in the front camp were even more intense than here, clearly indicating that the Han Army had arrived. If they continued to entangle themselves, they would all die here.
Duan Bu Yu and Qifu Chong exchanged glances, both understanding each other's thoughts.
That was, there was no need to continue fighting for Ke Bineng. Even if they delayed, what good would it do? The Han Army had already gained the upper hand, and annihilating them was only a matter of time.
If their own forces were completely lost, returning to the grasslands would surely lead to oppression by other tribes, and with a slight misstep, there was even the possibility of being annexed.
It would be better to take advantage of the present, before the Han Army had formed an encirclement, to lead their own forces silently back to the grasslands. At that time, they could seek refuge with a large tribe, and Ke Bineng would surely be unable to do anything to them.
After realizing this, the two immediately led their respective forces in a quiet retreat.
They had no intention of staying, heading directly west, planning to escape north from there all the way back to the grasslands.
As the Duan Bu Tribe and Qifu Tribe quietly slipped away, the other tribal leaders also decided not to fight to the death, leading their respective forces to flee.
Guan Yu and Zhang Liao, leading the cavalry, instantly broke through the defenses and charged directly towards the Central Army camp.
The defeat was like a mountain collapsing, with more and more panicked Xianbei soldiers discarding their armor and weapons, following them in disarray.
The great battle in the front camp still saw the Han Army holding the advantage, beginning to encircle and kill the Xianbei soldiers.
Ke Bineng, in the crowd, watched this scene, his brows tightly furrowed, his face extremely grim.
If this continued, the entire front camp would surely be breached by the Han Army, and he would undoubtedly be defeated.
Ke Bineng, riding a tall horse and brandishing his blood-stained sharp blade, constantly shouted loudly to those around him!
“I, Ke Bineng, am here! Regroup and keep fighting! Do not retreat!”
After a few shouts, morale recovered slightly. After holding on for a moment, they still began to retreat step by step, being encircled and killed by the Han Army.
Zhao Yun, still fighting in the crowd, quickly locked onto Ke Bineng.
That shout, though it boosted the morale of the Xianbei soldiers and made them continue to gather and fight, also exposed his position.
Zhao Yun squeezed his horse's belly with his legs, gripped his long spear, and charged directly forward.
Any Xianbei soldier who dared to approach him was directly impaled by his spear. In just a few dozen breaths, several lives were lost to his spear, and no one could stop him.
He moved incredibly fast, swift as the wind, and his blood-stained long spear swept directly towards Ke Bineng in front of him.