Volume 1, Chapter 28:

The Battle between the Two Armies. All the high-ranking Hun generals held their breath and listened to the clerk who was counting the battle losses revealing the data.

The clerk closed his eyes and said, "The death toll in the Great Zhou this time is approximately over 300, but less than 400."

What! ?

a bolt from the blue.

The Hun general's hand almost broke the clerk's neck, he roared ferociously: "You must have miscalculated!"

"We lost more than 4,800 warriors, and the enemy lost only more than 300 people."

"The casualty ratio reached 16 to 1"

"Even in the most dangerous siege, the casualty ratio was only 10 to 1."

"I'm going to strangle you to death, you bastard, you are just boosting others' morale and destroying your own prestige!"

The Hun general exerted force, and the Hun clerk rolled his eyes on the spot.

"Enough!"

The First Khan was furious and kicked the Hun general in the stomach.

This saved the poor clerk.

"How many people of the other side died? Can't you see for yourself?"

The First Khan pointed to the camp of the Great Zhou.

At this moment, Bai Qi and his men were burying the bodies of their comrades. They were unable to bring these brothers back to their homeland, so they could only line them up in a neat row and say their final goodbyes.

Then he was buried on the spot.

Compared to the Huns who had corpses everywhere, Bai Qi and his men had very few deaths.

After all, he was wearing armor and was protected by a battle formation.

"How is it possible? This battle formation is really so powerful?"

The Hun general's eyes widened.

"Terrible, so terrible!"

"This is where the people of Central Plains can defeat us. They have a splendid heritage."

"Military tactics, battle formations, iron smelting, forging, and city defense."

"Each of them is reaping the blood of our warriors."

The Xiongnu general's eyes were full of unwillingness and envy.

Although they can also get Sun Tzu's Art of War, without the guidance of a military master, they will only learn the basics and will never grasp the essence.

Today, Bai Qi taught them a lesson.

"But this is not a fortified city, this is our home ground, this is the grassland bestowed upon us by the Eternal Heaven!"

"We are on the battlefield we are most familiar with, and yet we are beaten like this."

"If we tell this to others, the other Hun tribes will surely laugh their heads off!"

The Hun general was extremely ashamed.

Other Hun generals also lowered their heads. Once upon a time, they were the overlords of the grassland.

But today, Bai Qi taught them how to be a good person.

The First Khan had a gloomy face and asked, "What should we do now?"

"If we continue to attack like this, even if we kill them, we will be seriously injured."

"By then, let alone capturing Honghua City, it's hard to say whether we can return to the grassland Dragon Court alive."

The Hun generals all realized the seriousness of the problem.

This failure dealt a severe blow to their morale.

The other side's morale is high, and continuing to consume their strength will be disadvantageous to them.

Then, a Hun general said: "Why not, we choose to fight generals!"

"Send a general to fight one-on-one with the enemy general in front of the formation."

"They don't have many generals of a thousand men to begin with. If we kill them all, their command system will collapse."

"Even if we can't kill them all, we can still hit their morale!"

"As long as the morale is low and they have no intention of fighting, it will be easy to blow up the camp."

When the Hun general heard this, he couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Okay!"

He ordered the soldiers to eat and drink their fill, challenge them in front of the battle line, and kill all their thousand-man generals!

The First Khan laughed. The Hun warriors were least afraid of fighting one-on-one with the enemy.

An hour later.

"Boom boom boom!"

the war drums sounded.

A Hun warrior rode up to the front of the two armies, raised the war hammer in his hand and said: "You pretty boys from the Great Zhou, do you have the courage to fight me?"

Then, hundreds of Huns, under the guidance of the translator, shouted towards the Great Zhou army camp.

"These bastards actually dared to provoke us. We just beat them so badly that they can't even recognize each other!"

"We only lost more than 300 people in the battle, and they lost at least 4,000 people."

"Kill them, kill them!"

the soldiers shouted loudly.

Who can tolerate being pointed at and provoked?

Yang Paifeng frowned, she knew that the Huns did not want to launch a charge, and wanted to fight in front of the battle to suppress the morale of their side.

This kind of thing is very common on the battlefield.

A general is the courage of his soldiers.

If a general on either side is defeated, his morale will surely plummet.

She didn't want to fight at first, but seeing the soldiers' high enthusiasm, she realized that if she avoided fighting, the soldiers' morale would inevitably be damaged.

Now she had to keep the morale of these soldiers high so that they could withstand the repeated Hun charges.

"Which general is willing to kill this man?"

Yang Paifeng asked.

"I'll go!" Bai Qi shook his neck and rested for an hour. He was full of energy now. He could get more experience points by killing local generals!

"You can't go. If something goes wrong, the entire army will be destroyed here, and then you have to take everyone back."

Yang Paifeng refused decisively.

"Yes! Bai Qi, you are now the soul of our army. Anyone can get into trouble except you!"

Thousands of generals shook their heads.

Who knows if the Huns will launch a surprise attack with arrows?

On the battlefield, there is no rule that it must be one-on-one.

"I go!"

At this time, a general of a thousand men mounted his horse and rushed out with spears in hand.

"Kill the Huns, General Zhao."

"Let him see what the first shot in Songzhou is!"

Those who knew General Zhao cheered.

Yang Paifeng explained: "He is the best spearman in Songzhou, and the third-ranked general in our army of 10,000 people."

"Don't worry, it's a piece of cake to deal with a Hun."

"My adoptive father also taught him the Yang family spearmanship."

Yang Paifeng is full of confidence.

In her opinion, the generals in the army and the Great Zhou completely defeated the Huns.

"Beat the drums! Cheer!"

The drums of the Great Zhou army roared. Everyone was very excited to see General Zhao take the general's head in front of the army.

But the next moment, everyone was stunned.

General Zhao rushed forward and fired his gun, but the Xiongnu general simply raised his heavy hammer and blocked it lightly.

Boom—

the spear in General Zhao's hand was actually bent.

His knuckles were broken by the tremendous force and blood was gushing out.

"What, this guy's hammer is not hollow."

The soldiers gasped.

You know, the hammers used by many people are hollow. If they are solid, they would weigh at least two or three hundred kilograms.

Not to mention using it as a weapon, it’s even difficult to lift it.

But this man bent General Zhao's steel spear with one hammer.

This is definitely the effect that only a solid hammer can produce.

Born with supernatural powers!

This thought is on everyone's mind.

"Die!"

The Xiongnu general roared, swung the heavy hammer in his other hand and smashed it hard at General Zhao. No matter how good your spear skills are, I can defeat them with my own strength!

boom! ——A

hammer struck down.

General Zhao's head was smashed directly into his chest.

General Zhao, died in battle!

The lonely warhorse wailed incessantly and dragged the corpse back to the camp of the Great Zhou.

It was dead silent the whole time.

Yang Paifeng and the others couldn't believe that General Zhao didn't even last a single round and was killed instantly.

The morale of the Great Zhou side dropped to the freezing point. The soldiers were frightened when they saw the Hun general who was like a devil.

"Hahaha!"

"Who else dares to take my hammer?"

On the Huns' side, cheers were deafening.

The shadow of previous defeat in the war was swept away.

The face of every Hun cavalryman was filled with the pride of a winner.

"What should we do?"

The thousands of generals on Yang Paifeng's side all had gloomy faces.

The white-robed general in the middle spoke up, "I'll go!"

"General Zhang, can you do it?" Yang Paifeng's beautiful eyes were full of worry. This General Zhang was the most powerful general in their army.

If we lose again, the blow to the morale of the entire army will be catastrophic.

"Don't worry, General Zhao underestimated the enemy just now. He thought that the opponent was using a hollow hammer."

"That's why he wanted to compete with the opponent in strength."

"This time, I want him to know what spearmanship is!"

General Zhang threw away his white robe, spurred his horse, and charged towards the Xiongnu general.

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Revenge for General Zhao!"

"Let the Huns see our Great Zhou's spear skills!"

The soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs to cheer for General Zhang.

The war drums were beating even louder than before.

General Zhang in white robe is also full of confidence. Now he knows himself and his enemy, and he is sure he can defeat the opponent.

However, before he ran within ten meters of the other party.

The Hun moved, and he actually threw the hammer in his hand. Then, a horrible scene appeared.

This war hammer is actually connected to an iron chain.

The Huns grabbed a war hammer and swung it wildly, while the other war hammer was swung into a circle with a radius of ten meters. This was the meteor hammer.

"Woooooooo——"

The war hammer danced, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

It hit his warhorse directly.

For a moment, General Zhang in white robe was dumbfounded.

There is simply no escape from this.

Otherwise, he would have to fight the enemy head-on and use his spear to knock the hammer away.

Otherwise, he would have to give up his warhorse.

But the opponent was obviously stronger than him, and the power of his hammer was even greater when he swung it.

He wanted to win by relying on his skills, but he never expected that the opponent would not give him a chance to get close.

"Not good!"

Yang Paifeng closed his eyes in pain.

The result is self-evident.

The next moment, the war hammer hit the white-robed General Zhang's warhorse, and the horse died tragically.

General Zhang in white robe jumped off his horse and fled in a panic, but the opponent's swung hammer did not give him any chance and hit him directly on the back, piercing General Zhang's sternum.

Died instantly.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty looked grim, and the sound of war drums stopped abruptly.

Every soldier felt as if they were hit by a heavy hammer in the heart, and they asked themselves in their hearts: Do I want to fight against such an enemy? Can you win? Can the body be left intact?

Yang Paifeng pursed her red lips tightly, and her bright face was full of worry.

Low morale is like a leech on the tarsal bone. If soldiers are under the threat of death and cannot see the dawn of victory, their fighting power will be greatly reduced.

It may even breed pessimism, which may lead to retreating from the battle at best, or even deserting the battlefield at worst.

By then, the entire army will collapse.

However, when she looked at the thousands of generals under her command, all of them lowered their heads.

The opponent will not win!

They couldn't even get close.

Yang Paifeng did not blame these people. It was a difference in strength. Even if she went up, she would be seeking death.

Just when she didn't know how to boost morale.

Bai Qi came out, jumped onto his horse, and in his hand was a weapon that Yang Paifeng had never seen before.

This weapon looks like a gun but it is not a gun, and looks like a spear but it is not a spear.

It seems to be a combination of gun and sword.

It is the king of weapons, the Fang Tian Hua Ji!

Yang Paifeng was about to stop him, but Bai Qi had already ridden away.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The soldiers were excited. In this situation, there were still people on their side who would fight, and their inner desire was rekindled.