Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

Seeing no hope of a breakthrough in the southwest, Zuo Xian Wang desperately turned northeast again, but fate seemed to have played another cruel trick on him. This time, he was blocked by the Western Qiang soldiers led by Che Li Ji. These soldiers, fierce and fierce, displayed a fierce resistance. Their dense formations formed an impenetrable barrier before Zuo Xian Wang. Zuo Xian Wang gritted his teeth, a flicker of determination in his eyes, and he was forced to engage them once again in fierce battle. And the formidable Ma Chao, following closely behind him like a leech, followed him closely from beginning to end. Whenever Zuo Xian Wang engaged the enemy ahead, Ma Chao would seize the opportunity with astonishing speed, pounce on him like a hungry wolf, and launch a frenzied and relentless charge. Every time Ma Chao charged, Zuo Xian Wang was terrified, as if the god of death was approaching him fiercely again and again, waving his cold and shining scythe, making Zuo Xian Wang fall into deep despair and endless fear.

At this time, Zuo Xian Wang had gradually woken up from his panic and realized that there might be enemies waiting for him in full battle array ahead. However, Ma Chao's relentless pursuit left him no chance to breathe. Even though Zuo Xian Wang had some suspicions about the possibility of an ambush ahead, he was helpless and had no idea what to do.

As Zuo Xian Wang fled in panic toward the strategic position Ma Chao had long ago chosen, Cheliji and Yang Qiu relentlessly drew their forces down on either side, like two tightening nooses. Ma Chao, like a ghost, pursued him relentlessly, never pausing. As a result, Zuo Xian Wang's area of ​​movement became increasingly constricted, like a tightening pocket, trapping him tightly and preventing him from escaping. Finally, cornered, Zuo Xian Wang, with his remaining troops, desperately plunged headfirst into the perilous position Ma Chao had carefully chosen.

Ma Chao's carefully chosen location was near the intersection of Beidi and Fengyi counties, with mountains to the southeast. Beidi County troops were already well-positioned in the south, while to the east, half of Ma Chao's forces were stationed, commanding the area. To the north, Qiang troops led by Cheliji held a tight defense, while to the west, Ma Chao pursued relentlessly. When the Xiongnu Left Wise King arrived with his troops, they saw no escape route, with ambushes lurking on all sides. Liu Bao observed this meticulous deployment. Despite commanding nearly 4 troops, he was trapped in this tiny area, unable to fully utilize the Xiongnu's prized cavalry and archery prowess. It was at this moment that Liu Bao, the Left Wise King, began to secretly regret his fate. With powerful enemies in front, relentless pursuers behind, and heavily guarded on both sides, Liu Bao could not help but feel a deep hatred for the Eastern Qiang tribe. He had originally only hoped to take advantage of the conflict between Western Liang and Eastern Qiang to gain an advantage. Moreover, according to the Eastern Qiang, Western Qiang Cheliji should have been on the same side with the Eastern Qiang to fight against Western Liang. However, who could have foreseen that Western Liang would actually cooperate with Western Qiang, thus putting Liu Bao in such a predicament.

Seeing that the Xiongnu Zuoxian King was trapped in this place and that he had formed a situation of being surrounded on all sides, Ma Chao decisively launched an attack at the same time. Only to hear a burst of shouting and killing that shook the earth, and Ma Chao's soldiers rushed forward like a surging tide.

Seeing this, Liu Bao, the Left Wise King of the Xiongnu, had no other choice but to fight to the death. He drew the ornate scimitar at his waist and shouted to the surrounding Xiongnu cavalry: "Men of the Great Xiongnu, those cunning Han people only know how to plot and scheme. How could they understand our bravery? Now that we have reached this point, with nowhere to escape, we have no choice but to fight them to the death. May the Eternal Heaven protect us, and charge!"

However, though the Huns wanted to charge, they found it difficult to truly launch an attack in this confined area. Ma Chao, at the head of the charge, charged into the Hun camp. He was clad in magnificent silver armor and a brocade robe. The white horse beneath him was like a flash of lightning, and the spear in his hand flashed with a cold gleam. He thrust left and right, each blow carrying immense force. Wherever the spear tip touched, blood splattered from the Hun soldiers, and screams of agony echoed.

Ma Chao's cavalry followed closely behind, brandishing swords and engaging the Xiongnu in close combat. The clashing of blades, the clash of shouts and the clashing of metal were a terrifying sight. Though the Xiongnu's scimitars were sharp, they gradually lost their edge under Ma Chao's fierce charge.

The captains and centurions under Zuo Xian Wang fought with all their might, but they fell one after another under Ma Chao's fierce attack, resulting in countless casualties. Even two captains of ten thousand men perished in the melee, their bodies lying in a pool of blood, a horrifying sight. The battle was brutal, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

On this gruesome battlefield, the cries of slaughter and the wails of pain mingled, deafening. Ma Chao wielded his spear with unstoppable force, each thrust sending a trail of blood spraying as he tore down the Xiongnu soldiers one after another. His white horse charged left and right through the crowd, splattering blood wherever his hooves trod, staining even his silver armor and brocade robes red.

The cavalry behind Ma Chao showed no sign of weakness, engaging the Xiongnu in close combat. The clash of swords and blades was relentless. Some were ripped apart by Xiongnu scimitars, yet they clung to their enemies with all their might. Others, crushed by horses' hooves, their bones cracking with the audible sound of crackling, struggled to deliver a final blow.

The Xiongnu soldiers also fought back frantically, their eyes red and faces ferocious, and they rushed towards Ma Chao's army without hesitation. But they were met with even more fierce attacks. Many Xiongnu were pierced through the chest by spears or beheaded by long swords, and blood flowed wherever the heads fell.

The battlefield was soaked in blood, turning it into a muddy mess. Soldiers fought tooth and nail in this bloody mud. Soldiers were often cut down and trampled by the following troops, leaving them unrecognizable. Some wounded soldiers rolled on the ground in agony, emitting shrill screams, while their companions had no time to care and could only continue in the bloody battle.

The bodies of both sides piled up like mountains, some even tangled together, the scenes of death horrifying. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, almost nauseating. Yet the fighting showed no sign of abating, as if transforming the land into a complete hell. Everyone struggled and sunk in this endless slaughter, life becoming fragile and insignificant at this moment. Only the brutal battle raged on, becoming increasingly thrilling and brutal.

The more Liu Bao fought, the more frightened he became. He was extremely afraid of the young Xiliang commander in the formation, who was wearing a brocade robe, silver armor, a brocade robe, riding a white horse, and holding a spear in his hand. The other party's brave and fearless figure seemed to be deeply engraved in his mind.

Amidst the chaos, the two captains anxiously sought instructions from the Left Wise King on how to escape. Liu Bao forced himself to calm down and analyze the current situation. This battle was clearly doomed to failure. To the east lay Fengyi Commandery, while to the south would lead them into the heartland of the Han Dynasty.

The Beidi County to the west was undoubtedly a nightmare for Liu Bao, so he didn't even need to consider it. He knew clearly that only by breaking through the Western Qiang's defenses from the north would he have a chance to enter the mixed Qiang and Hu areas southeast of the Eastern Qiang, and then embark on the road back to the Great Xiongnu steppe.

Liu Bao was no longer concerned with anything else. With a gleam of determination in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and personally led his troops in a desperate charge northward. Although the Xiliang soldiers who were blocking the way tried their best, they were gradually overwhelmed by the frantic and desperate push of Liu Bao and his men.

Liu Bao wielded his scimitar, each blow carrying a sharp force of wind as he slashed at the enemies standing before him. His eyes were red with anger and determination, and he roared continuously. The Xiongnu warriors around him also bravely took the lead, charging forward recklessly.

The Western Qiang soldiers also fought desperately, swords and spears clashing, sparks flying. Shouts and screams of agony rang out, and blood and flesh flew across the battlefield. Liu Bao's horse charged through the crowd, and he swung his scimitar, cutting down each Western Qiang soldier. But the Western Qiang soldiers continued to surge forward, seemingly endless.