Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

The night in Han Sui's camp was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity. Han Sui sat at the head of the table, a smile plastered on his face, yet his heart was filled with anxiety. He knew full well the strength of Dong Zhuo's army. Today's victory might only be temporary; the battles ahead would be filled with countless challenges and uncertainties.

However, in order to appease the other eight leaders, Han Sui had to pretend to be cheerful and force a smile. He raised his glass and celebrated with everyone, but in his heart he was secretly thinking about how to deal with it.

The other eight leaders were unaware of Han Sui's true thoughts. Overwhelmed by their victory, they followed Han Sui in his joyful pursuit. They toasted each other, laughed and talked loudly, as if they had forgotten the cruelty of war and the uncertainty of the future.

Han Sui sat in the main seat with a proud look on his face. He raised his glass and said loudly: "We have won a great victory in today's battle. This is the result of your heroic fighting! Let us raise our glasses together and toast to our victory!" Everyone responded in unison, and the crisp sound of glasses clinking together resounded throughout the tent.

For a moment, the tent was bustling with activity, everyone immersed in the joy of victory, savoring this rare moment of celebration. They discussed future plans and envisioned even greater victories, as if they could already see the victory banner flying high on the battlefield. In this lively atmosphere, it seemed as if Dong Zhuo's forces were nothing more than this. They were confident that they would continue to advance triumphantly in the coming battles and achieve further victories.

Beneath this bustling scene, Han Sui's worries hung like a dark cloud over his heart. He knew the war was far from over, and he had to remain calm and confident in front of everyone in order to lead them forward and face the counterattack of Dong Zhuo's army.

Compared to the bustling and noisy atmosphere in Han Sui's tent, the atmosphere in Dong Zhuo's main tent was solemn and serious. Dong Zhuo sat on the main throne with a sullen expression, his eyes revealing deep worry and anger.

He quickly made arrangements, first ordering the rapid dispatch of the fierce general Hua Xiong to the central army. After receiving the order, Hua Xiong galloped over at full speed, and his arrival made Dong Zhuo feel a little relieved.

Secondly, Dong Zhuo ordered Guo Si and Li Jue, two of his most capable generals, to lead the Flying Bear Army back to their ambush quickly. These Flying Bear Army were the elite forces in Dong Zhuo's army, and their quick return was crucial to stabilizing the army's morale.

At this moment, the morale of Dong Zhuo's soldiers was low due to the defeat during the day, and they had lost their former high fighting spirit. Dong Zhuo knew that he had to take action to boost morale. Dong Zhuo ordered meat to be prepared for the soldiers and promised a generous reward after victory.

Under Dong Zhuo's careful arrangement, all military affairs were carried out in an orderly manner. He hoped that through these measures he could reverse the situation as soon as possible and regain the advantage on the battlefield.

The next day, the two armies faced off again. Following Han Sui and his men's victory the previous day, they appeared smug before the battle. The moment Han Sui's generals saw Dong Zhuo appear with his other generals, the crowd erupted in boos. However, Dong Zhuo, unlike usual, remained calm and raised his hand. Hua Xiong then spurred his horse forward and arrived before the battle line.

Hua Xiong roared with awe-inspiring authority, "I am Hua Xiong of Guanxi! Who dares to fight me to the death?" His voice resonated like thunder, his aura overwhelming. At that moment, Liang Xing, a general from the coalition army, stepped forward and shouted, "Hua Xiong, stop being so arrogant! Liang Xing is here to fight you!" Then, brandishing his weapon, he charged at Hua Xiong.

The two men instantly engaged, swords and spears clashing in a fierce battle. After more than ten rounds, Liang Xing gradually felt the pressure growing. Behind him, Ma Wan and Cheng Yin, observing this situation and fearing Liang Xing's defeat, drew their spears and leaped onto their horses, charging towards Hua Xiong. For a moment, the three generals united to besiege Hua Xiong in a fierce battle.

Meanwhile, Dong Zhuo's generals, seeing the three enemy troops besieging Hua Xiong, were seized with anxiety and eager to rush forward to help. But Dong Zhuo waved his hand, halting their advance. Puzzled, Dong Zhuo's generals wondered why Dong Zhuo wouldn't allow them to join the fight. However, Dong Zhuo waved his hand away, having his own agenda. He knew Hua Xiong was crucial to boosting morale today, and he hoped he could demonstrate even greater prowess in this battle, earning him both honor and confidence.

Hua Xiong faced the three generals alone, his warhorse neighing beneath him, his presence awe-inspiring. He brandished his heavy, sharp sword, each swing stirring a gust of wind, the blade piercing the air with a sharp, piercing sound. The three generals were no ordinary warriors either, each displaying their unique skills in a fierce battle with Hua Xiong.

Liang Xing brandished his long sword with sharp skills, and each sword move made a sound of breaking through the air, trying to break through Hua Xiong's defense line; Ma Wan held a long spear, and the spear shadows flew around, constantly attacking Hua Xiong, trying to find a flaw; Cheng Yin waved his broadsword with heavy sword shadows, cooperating with Liang Xing and Ma Wan to form a siege.

Yet, Hua Xiong showed no fear. His face was stern, his eyes resolute. His broadsword swung with impenetrable force, neutralizing the three generals' attacks one by one. Sometimes he took the initiative, his powerful slashes forcing the three generals to retreat; sometimes he flexed his defense, skillfully avoiding the generals' sharp attacks and making them miss. After seventy or eighty rounds, Hua Xiong, far from losing ground, was actually showing signs of dominating the three generals. His aura was like an insurmountable mountain, overwhelming the three generals.

Seeing the tense situation on the battlefield, Han Sui signaled to his son-in-law, Yan Xing. Yan Xing understood and clamped his legs against his horse's belly. The warhorse neighed and leaped forward, shouting, "The three of you, take a break. I will fight Hua Xiong!"

The three generals knew Yan Xing's martial arts were far beyond their reach, and though they were unwilling to give in, they could only say a few polite words and return to their camp in dismay. Seeing his opponent's change of tactics, Hua Xiong showed no fear and shouted, "Well done!"

Instantly, Hua Xiong and Yan Xing were locked in a fierce battle. The battlefield was a crisscross of swords and spears, the sound of slaughter incessant. Hua Xiong wielded his heavy, razor-sharp sword, each strike carrying the force of thunder, as if cleaving the heavens and earth. His power surged like a tidal wave, each blow unleashing immense power and terrifying intensity.

Yan Xing unleashed his full strength, his spear dancing like a snake, nimbly dodging Hua Xiong's attacks and looking for opportunities to strike back. His spearmanship was exquisite, and the sharp, piercing sound of the spear tip piercing the air was a sight to behold.

Two warhorses galloped across the battlefield, raising clouds of dust. Hua Xiong and Yan Xing's figures appeared and disappeared in the dust, like ghosts. Their speed was as fast as lightning, making it difficult to predict. Hua Xiong's roar and Yan Xing's shouts echoed back and forth, shaking the sky.

Yan Xing was a highly skilled martial artist, renowned in the military. He wielded a spear, its tip flashing with a chilling gleam that sent shivers down his spine. His words and actions were truly remarkable. From the moment he struck, he displayed extraordinary strength, gradually subduing Hua Xiong.

Yan Xing's spear, like a dragon emerging from the water, was agile and versatile, launching a series of fierce attacks at Hua Xiong. Hua Xiong, feeling the immense pressure from Yan Xing, began to resist with all his might. The two generals engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield, with flashes of sword and spear, back and forth, in a fierce battle that was difficult to resolve.

Yan Xing grew more courageous as the fight progressed, his spear skills becoming increasingly sharp, leaving Hua Xiong somewhat overwhelmed. Hua Xiong was secretly shocked; he had not expected Yan Xing to be so strong, to be able to suppress him. But he did not retreat, instead, he fought even harder.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense, each move from either side fraught with danger. Yan Xing's attacks were as ferocious as a storm, while Hua Xiong fought back with all his might. Their battle captivated everyone's attention, as they nervously watched this thrilling duel.

As time went on, Hua Xiong's strength began to wear thin. His movements became sluggish, while Yan Xing remained vigorous. Yan Xing seized the opportunity and thrust his spear into Hua Xiong's vitals. Startled, Hua Xiong quickly dodged to the side. However, Yan Xing's attack was too swift, and Hua Xiong's arm was still lacerated.

After Hua Xiong was injured, he fell into a more difficult situation. Yanxing took the opportunity to launch an even more fierce attack, leaving Hua Xiong with almost no chance to fight back.

Dong Zhuo watched the battlefield from afar. When he saw Hua Xiong being stabbed by Yan Xing but still fighting hard, a trace of worry arose in his heart.

Although Hua Xiong was wounded, his fighting spirit remained undimmed, brandishing his sword and stubbornly resisting Yan Xing's attack. Dong Zhuo, knowing Hua Xiong's bravery, was unwilling to lose this great general easily, so he decisively ordered the troops to retreat.

When Han Sui's side saw Dong Zhuo sounding the retreat, they were about to pursue the victory. Suddenly, shouts of killing came from both sides. Guo Si and Li Jue led the Feixiong Army, which had been lying in ambush for a long time, and rushed out like a divine army descending from the sky.

Han Sui and his men were caught off guard and taken completely by surprise. The Flying Bear Army, with its exceptional bravery, engaged in a fierce melee with Han Sui's army. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sound of killing, and both sides were locked in a bitter struggle.

The two armies clashed fiercely on the battlefield, each side suffering casualties. Soldiers fought bravely, defending their respective camps with their blood and lives. The battle raged for a long time, leaving both sides exhausted, but neither side was willing to give in easily.

In the end, both sides paid a heavy price in this brutal battle. The generals on both sides stared at each other, unable to do anything, and could only withdraw their troops and return to camp.