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Han Xin was not afraid at all, his eyes were firm and his tone was powerful. "My lord, I will live up to your trust and defeat the Chu army. My military tactics can defeat thousands of troops."

Liu Bang was silent for a moment, then asked: "How should we deploy our troops?"

Zhang Liang waved his feather fan and said slowly: "King of Hanzhong, you can send one army to bluff on the left wing to attract the attention of the Chu army. Send another army to ambush on the right wing, and when the Chu army splits up, attack from the flank. My lord, lead the main force yourself, and when the time is right, attack the center of the Chu army."

Han Xin continued, "The army you are leading in the feint attack should attack with great speed and force, making sure the Chu army think that our main force is here. Once the Chu army has divided its forces to rescue the flanks, I can lead the main force to attack quickly."

Liu Bang nodded slightly, a trace of calculation flashed in his eyes. "Okay, I'll follow your plan. But you must act cautiously and not make the slightest mistake."

Zhang Liang and Han Xin looked at each other and said in unison: "Don't worry, sir. We will do our best."

The tent fell silent again. The three men were silently planning for tomorrow's battle. The atmosphere was tense and depressing.

The next day, just as the sky was beginning to turn pale, a chilling and murderous atmosphere had already spread over the battlefield.

The two armies were deployed in the vast wilderness. The air seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.

Liu Bang sat on the chariot, wearing golden armor, shining coldly under the rising sun. His eyes shot straight at the Chu army camp opposite like a sharp sword, revealing determination and majesty.

The battlefield was terribly silent, with only the occasional sound of wind and the rustling of military flags. Soldiers from both sides were on high alert, their faces grim, their weapons tightly grasped, as if ready to engage in a life-and-death battle at any time.

The Han army camp was full of banners, like a steel fortress, exuding an inviolable aura. On the Chu army side, the military might was equally strong, and although they were in a desperate situation, they still exuded an aura of tenacity and indomitable spirit.

On the ground, the withered yellow weeds trembled in the wind, as if they also sensed the coming bloody storm. The air was filled with the smell of dust and tension, which made people's heartbeats speed up involuntarily.

In the distance, a few crows were circling in the sky, making bursts of shrill cries, as if foreshadowing the cruel ending of this war.

Liu Bang raised his chin slightly, glanced at the soldiers around him, and said in a voice like a bell: "Today's battle concerns the lives of all people in the world. Anyone who can cut down the enemy's flag will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and be granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households!"

His words echoed in the silent battlefield like a thunderbolt, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of the Han army. "Anyone who can take Xiang Yu's head or kill his body will be rewarded with ten thousand gold coins and be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households! You should march forward bravely for glory and victory!"

The war drums sounded again, and the Han army took the lead in launching an attack. The archers fired thousands of arrows at the Chu army, and the arrows flew towards them like locusts.

The Chu army quickly raised their shields to block the rain of arrows. Then, the Han army's infantry rushed towards the Chu army like a tide. The Chu army was not afraid and rushed forward head-on. The two sides launched a fierce close combat.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the shouting of killing, the earth shook. The Han army gradually gained the upper hand with its numerical advantage and strict tactical coordination. But the Chu army soldiers resisted tenaciously, defending their dignity and honor with their lives.

On the battlefield, blood dyed the ground red, corpses piled up like mountains. War horses neighed, and the sound of weapons clashing was endless. The Han army pressed forward step by step, while the Chu army resisted step by step, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

At this critical moment, Han Xin led the army to attack from the front. Although the 100,000 Chu troops were brave and fearless, they were ultimately unable to withstand the powerful offensive of Liu Bang's army and gradually fell into trouble.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the Han army won. The battlefield was silent, with only the smoke drifting in the wind, witnessing this thrilling battle.

When Liu Bang heard that some of the Chu army surrendered soldiers revealed that Xiang Yu had led 800 of his personal soldiers to escape, he was immediately furious. He knew that if Xiang Yu escaped, it would be a big problem. So Liu Bang ordered the Chu army surrender to be beheaded.

For a moment, shouts and screams intertwined. The surrendered soldiers of the Chu army were terrified, but they were powerless to resist. The blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Liu Bang looked gloomy, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, but he had only one thought in his mind: he must not let Xiang Yu escape.

However, when the killing was over, Liu Bang felt uneasy again. He knew that this move might arouse more hatred and resistance. But at this moment, he had no time to care about it. He quickly summoned his generals to discuss the next step.

Liu Bang ordered to hunt down Xiang Yu with all his strength. He knew that only by completely defeating Xiang Yu could he truly unify the world. So, elite troops were sent out...

Xiang Yu was wearing tattered armor, his face was grim, his eyes revealed determination and unwillingness. Behind him, the eight hundred soldiers all looked solemn, they knew that this was a life-or-death escape.

The night was as dark as ink, and the flames of war at Gaixia were still raging, but Xiang Yu and his soldiers had quietly embarked on the road to break out. Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, they rode non-stop to the south.

Soon, they came to the bank of the Huai River. The wide river seemed particularly quiet in the night, with only the sound of the gurgling river.

Xiang Yu pulled the reins of his horse and stared at the Huai River in front of him, with a complex emotion in his heart. He knew that this was their only hope of escape, but crossing the river was not easy.

At this time, the guards dismounted and began to look for means of crossing the river. However, due to their hasty breakout, they did not bring enough boats.

At this critical moment, they could only look for usable boats and rafts. After some efforts, they finally found some dilapidated fishing boats and simple rafts.

Xiang Yu and Yu Ji boarded a fishing boat first, followed by their personal soldiers. They carefully led their horses onto the raft and paddled hard to the other side.

The river was rushing, and the fishing boats and rafts were swaying in the waves, as if they were in danger of being overturned at any time.

During the crossing, they were always alert to the surrounding movements, fearing that the Han army's pursuers would suddenly appear. Fortunately, however, the Han army did not seem to notice their actions, and they successfully crossed the Huai River.

When they stepped onto the other side of the river, Xiang Yu heaved a long sigh of relief, but his worries did not dissipate, because he knew that this escape had just begun.

At this moment, he looked back and found that there were only a hundred or so riders left out of the original eight hundred. They were all exhausted, but their eyes were still full of determination and loyalty.

Xiang Yu looked at these soldiers who had followed him through life and death, and was moved. He knew that they would continue to accompany him and fight for the final dignity and honor.

So he raised his whip and led more than a hundred riders to continue galloping south, disappearing into the vast night. There was a horse in the team, and Qian Mingduo was riding this empty saddle, following them closely.