Chapter 1: The Sun Rises for the First Time Section 10

  Murong Feng's two branches launched a surprise attack on the Iron Cavalry. To prevent the enemy from quickly organizing and counterattacking, they rushed all the way to the center of the camp at their fastest speed, then the Iron Cavalry divided into dozens of small teams, piercing and surrounding the camp in all directions.

  The iron cavalry army was incredibly fast, with each soldier being worth ten men, brave and skilled in battle. Colonel Ke's camp soon fell into a frenzy of slaughter, with screams, wails, and the neighing of war horses everywhere. In the pitch-black night, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

  Due to Kuo Tzu's negligence, the 2,000 soldiers who were supposed to be on guard duty in the second half of the night were all asleep under their horses. They were too exhausted and had been woken up multiple times during the night, everyone was weak and listless. It was indeed not easy for the soldiers to stand by their horses for several hours continuously. Since Kuo Tzu didn't ask or say anything, the other leaders naturally pretended they hadn't seen anything.

  Ke Zhi's indulgence and Ke Yun's tolerance ultimately led to disastrous consequences. Although a portion of the soldiers discovered the enemy's charge in time, it was too late. The frightened warhorses, over two thousand in number, first broke camp, running wildly and trampling everything in their path. Over two thousand soldiers died miserably, with the vast majority being trampled or crushed by their own horses. Before the surviving soldiers could even get their bearings, Murong Feng's iron cavalry charged into the great camp, and even more soldiers were trampled by the galloping warhorses, a truly horrific sight. Ke Zhi's army quickly lost half its strength, and defeat was certain.

  The officers and men who were sleeping soundly in their tents were awakened by the sounds of killing and confused shouting. Some grabbed their weapons and rushed out of their tents in a flurry, some were still putting on their clothes to find their weapons, and others ran to the horse enclosure in groups of three or five. The camp was in extreme chaos. Soldiers couldn't find their commanders, and commanders couldn't find their soldiers, so they had to fight individually. A considerable number of soldiers were beheaded or had their throats cut while still asleep.

  Murong Feng's iron cavalry followed the military order not to entangle with the enemy, they surrounded the enemy army at an extremely fast speed, disrupted the enemy army, and then annihilated them.

  Iron Wolf's arrow was as if it had grown eyes, swift and accurate, piercing the darkness with unparalleled sharpness. Gongsun Hu's towering figure stood out in the crowd, swinging his massive axe to brutally take away one innocent life after another. Wuchang's agile silhouette moved through the enemy ranks like a leopard, wielding a long knife in his right hand and a short sword in his left, each a soul-stirring instrument of death. Yuwen Shuang's scar above his eyebrow seemed even more terrifying in the night, his wolf-toothed club weighing sixty kilograms, leaving no room for escape or survival. Ruan Yun had killed so many people that his face no longer showed anger or sorrow; he mechanically hacked left and right with his battle knife, advancing forward with unwavering determination.

  Iron knights galloped back and forth, their long spears and large knives waving like windmills, enemy heads flying everywhere, blood splashing in all directions, one by one they fled in a panic, crying out for their fathers and mothers, each one running around wildly like a headless fly, waiting to be slaughtered.

  Murong Feng held a bloody battle knife in his hand, walking on foot around the central army camp to find Ke Zui. In those years, Ke Zui's betrayal had almost made him die without a place to bury his body. How many soldiers, how many beloved generals, fought with their last drop of blood, and cleared a bloody path for him, protecting him as he escaped from Ben Niu Yuan.

  He hated Ke most, hating to the point of gnashing his teeth. He was also a flesh-and-blood person, loving those loyal and unswerving generals who followed him, loving his wife and children, but after the Battle of Buncher Yuan, due to Ke's betrayal, he almost lost all his loved ones, all the loyal generals, he hated.

  Li Hong last time at Ma Zui Slope killed with great relish, completely forgetting that he was Murong Feng's personal bodyguard. As a result, the next day he was caught by Tie Lang and scolded until his face was covered in blood, almost getting punched. Luckily, Gong Sun Hu and Wu Bao saw him and threatened Tie Lang, who then backed off. This time Li Hong didn't dare to run around randomly, obediently following behind Murong Feng, killing whatever he encountered. Murong Feng hadn't cut down a single enemy for half the day, becoming very angry, loudly scolding: "You've killed all the people, what am I supposed to kill? Get away from me!"

  Ke Zui was shocked awake by the earth-shattering screams of slaughter. His first thought was that Murong Feng had raided the camp, and his second thought was to escape. He hastily ran out from behind the tent and saw the horrific massacre. Murong Feng's soldiers were ruthlessly slaughtering their own tribesmen without mercy. Ke Zui's heart was bleeding, but he knew he had no choice but to escape. He knew that if he was caught by Murong Feng, he would die a terrible death. He seized a horse on the battlefield and took advantage of the chaos in the camp to make his solitary escape.

  The Tiger Tribe warriors, whose physical strength and morale had been severely damaged, faced the giant knives dripping with blood in the darkness, the iron cavalry rushing back and forth, and the ferocious iron cavalry that had killed them. Most of them chose to kneel down and surrender. Only a few die-hard soldiers and iron cavalry were engaged in a desperate battle, but they were soon slaughtered on the bloody battlefield.

  Half an hour later, the battle ended.

  Murong Feng did not find Ke Zui, although he was very regretful, but Ke Zui and his Tiger Tribe were thoroughly finished. Ke Zui's army had been annihilated by Murong Feng eight thousand strong, the main force of the Tiger Tribe was killed or wounded, this big man of the Middle Xianbei no longer had any real power in his hands, and he was not far from death.

  This battle basically annihilated Ke Zhi's 5,000 troops, with only Ke Zhi and a few hundred soldiers escaping in the chaos, while Murong Feng's side lost more than 500 people.

  Murong Feng stood with his hands behind him, facing the rising sun.

  Li Hong stood beside him, with a look of admiration on his face. He felt that heroes were indeed heroes, and even their posture while thinking was extremely charming. It's just different, after all. Like Lao Lang, although he himself said he was also a prominent figure among the Xianbei people, but he didn't have Murong Feng's kind of swagger, this "I'm the only one" aura. Can't be learned no matter how hard you try.

  Tie Lang and Gong Sun Hu galloped over on horseback.

  "General, still no sign of Ke Zui, probably escaped in the chaos. This scoundrel is as cunning as a wolf on the grasslands." Iron Wolf said loudly while dismounting his horse.

  Murong Feng laughed happily and said: "He has lost his army and can no longer stand in the Xianbei state. Let's spare his dog life for now."

  "Great General, your ingenious strategy is truly a gift from heaven! How could that lone wolf Ke be a match for you?" Yuwen Jian's face was covered in sweat and bloodstains, his eyes gleaming with excitement and agitation after their great victory. "Great General, I must admit, I'm deeply impressed. Your military prowess is unmatched. In just one night, the Tiger Tribe's army has been worn down to exhaustion, defeated in a single battle."

  "Fighting behind the great general is exhilarating. With the general's strategic mind, I think we can defeat the Huns and revive our Xianbei people's heroic spirit soon." Wu Bao said confidently.

  Murong Feng smiled all over his face, shook his hand at several of his subordinates, "Don't flatter. This time we were able to win a big victory, the credit goes to Baozi, it was his idea to disturb the enemy."

  The few Iron Wolves hesitated for a moment, as if to confirm whether they had misheard, then cast their gaze at Li Hong's slightly flushed face, with an expression of disbelief. This foolish Han youngster didn't seem like a clever person no matter how you looked at him; how could he come up with such an ingenious plan?

  "Great General, you mean him?" Iron Wolf pointed at Li Hong.

  Murong Feng nodded, "Perhaps you don't believe it. But think back to when I was advising the great king at about this age. Baozi is very clever and will make a good fighter in the future."

  "Great General, he's just a naive and inexperienced young man, how can he be mentioned in the same breath as you?" Tie Lang hastily said.

  Murong Feng gazed at the embarrassed Li Hong, his eyes filled with complex emotions: fondness, anticipation, and a hint of worry and concern.

  "At first, I planned to ambush Ke's troops at Ye Yan Wei and then have Xiong Ba and Ling Huo's tribes arrive today to launch a pincer attack from both south and north. Although the tactics were relatively stable, casualties would be unavoidable. The Tiger Tribe's army was brave and good at fighting, it wouldn't be easy to defeat them. Baozi suggested a night raid, which was very tempting, I had thought about it too, but the difficulty level was extremely high. How could we make Ke relax his vigilance? Baozi came up with a plan to exhaust their troops. This was a risky move, if the timing wasn't right, we might end up getting ourselves trapped instead. If Ke hadn't been inspecting his troops during the day and causing them extreme fatigue, our chances of success would have been almost zero."

  "Great General's insight is unparalleled, he can anticipate the enemy's moves like a god!" Iron Wolf exclaimed sincerely.

  "I've never been one to take reckless risks, once you lose, it's a fate of destruction. But Leopard was very confident, so I decided to take a gamble. As a result, we won. Winning is great, can solve a series of thorny problems. Many wavering tribes, seeing us easily defeat Kuozi, are probably no longer dare to be two-faced towards me, especially that Long Lü Pig."

  Murong Feng saw Li Hong's puzzled expression and casually explained: "Changlu Pig is the Great Chieftain of the Changlu Tribe."

  Li Hong heard this "pig" word and felt very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. Suddenly he remembered.

  "Marshal, on that day in the death prison, among those soldiers who were killing each other, there was a person who said a word before he died, and that word is 'pig'. It turns out that Lord Qiao and you had colluded beforehand, no wonder we escaped from the tiger's den so easily." Li Hong smiled and said, "Those soldiers must have been extremely resentful of Lord Qiao for deceiving them, so they remembered him until death and cursed him as a pig."

  Murong Feng's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

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