The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

However, the Qin army that appeared before him at this moment was pitifully small in number, with only forty people at most.

Mo Chu stared at the tiny Qin army, his lips curling up involuntarily in a sneer filled with contempt. He then raised his voice and sneered, "With only forty of you, do you really think you can challenge the three hundred cavalrymen under my command? You are simply ignorant of your own limitations and overestimate your own abilities!"

At the same time, Meng Yi, who was on the other side, did not choose the tactical strategy of confronting the hostile and aggressive Mo Chu and the 300 fierce cavalrymen under his command head-on.

On the contrary, he issued orders without hesitation, ordering all soldiers to speed up and advance directly towards the sphere of influence of the Shaodang tribe.

Li Ziwei, who was standing beside Meng Yi, frowned with a worried look on his face. He asked in a serious tone, "General, is it too dangerous for us to rush straight to the Shaodang tribe?" As he spoke, he unconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, and a hint of uneasiness appeared in his eyes.

Meng Yi was not affected by the tense atmosphere. His eyes were like torches, and he responded firmly: "As the saying goes, 'You can't get a tiger cub without diving into the tiger's den'! This time, we are going to personally test the strength of the Shaodang tribe and see if it is possible for them to successfully cooperate with us and become a reliable ally." His voice was sonorous and powerful.

Hearing this, Li Ziwei nodded slightly, expressing his understanding and agreement, but he still had some doubts in his heart. However, seeing Meng Yi's resolute and courageous expression, he also realized that there was no turning back at this moment.

So he took a deep breath, calmed himself down and said, "I understand, General." After that, he straightened up.

Meng Yi was pondering the impending fierce battle. He knew clearly that the key to victory lay not just in close combat with Mo Chu, but more importantly, whether he could skillfully employ strategy to successfully win over the Shaodang tribe. Only in this way could he truly achieve his strategic goals and lay a solid foundation for the subsequent battles.

In a flash, the Qiang cavalry approached like a gust of wind, their speed astonishing. With their superb riding skills and powerful fighting ability, they demonstrated an incomparable advantage.

In the blink of an eye, as they were getting closer and closer to the edge of the Shaodang tribe's sphere of influence, the three hundred fierce and brave cavalrymen of the Canlang tribe had successfully trapped Meng Yi and a mere forty-odd people in the middle.

However, just as the two sides were about to engage in a fierce battle and close combat, suddenly, a deafening and earth-shaking sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, coming from far away and approaching like rolling thunder.

In an instant, the 300 cavalrymen of the Wolf Tribe, once full of confidence, were thrown into a passive position—they found themselves surrounded by an even more powerful force. Looking around, they saw fully armed elite cavalrymen in all directions, roughly estimated to number around a thousand.

Seeing this, the deputy general beside Mo Chu's face changed drastically. He lowered his voice and hurriedly reported to him, "Your Highness, in my opinion, these are probably the personal guards of the Shaodang tribe!"

Although Mo Chu was always arrogant and looked down on others, he had, after all, been a man of many years on the grasslands and was well aware of the survival rules of the grasslands, where the strong prey on the weak and the strong are respected. He knew very well that his own tribe, the Canlang Tribe, was nothing compared to the powerful Shaodang Tribe.

In desperation, Mo Chu had to bite the bullet and steed his warhorse, forcing a smile on his face as he slowly walked to the front of the team.

Then, Mo Chu raised his voice and shouted to the aggressive cavalrymen of the Shaodang Tribe, "I am Mo Chu, a guard of the Canlang Tribe. Today, I am leading my men in pursuit of a wanted criminal. I wonder which commander is leading you here? Could you please show yourself? I hope the flood won't wash away the Dragon King Temple, or we'll be family members no longer recognizing each other!"

At that moment, a burly, imposing man slowly stepped out from the Shaodang tribe's formation. He held a spear in his hand, his eyes piercing.

Seeing this, Mo Chu's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but he still forced himself to remain calm, forcing a faint smile on his face and saying, "Oh my! I didn't expect it to be General Ye Li who would come to visit! I've heard of your great name for a long time! I wonder what brings you here in person today?"

It turned out that this man named Yelih was the commander of the guards of Princess Tarilan of the Shaodang tribe.

However, Yelihe remained unmoved by Mo Chu's polite words. He stared at him coldly with an expressionless face, and said in a low and authoritative voice, "Hmph! How dare you, from the Canlang Tribe, cross the border and hunt down the distinguished guests from my Shaodang Tribe? Do you really think we don't exist? Don't you know that this is a serious taboo?"

Hearing this, Mo Chu's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and he quickly explained: "General, you have misunderstood. These guys from the Central Plains inexplicably broke into our territory from the east. How could they be guests of your department..."

Before Mo Chu could finish his words, Yelihe interrupted him impatiently with a wave of his hand, "Don't try to quibble! This general has determined that they are guests of our Shaodang tribe. There is no doubt about this! Regardless, if you dare to act recklessly and do evil on our territory, you will surely pay a heavy price for it!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a "swish" sound, and Yelih swung the spear in his hand suddenly. At the same time, the more than 1,000 cavalrymen behind him immediately took action, quickly adjusted their formation, entered a combat state, and were ready to engage in battle at any time.

Deputy General Mo Chu looked anxious. He quickly reached out and grabbed Mo Chu's sleeve tightly, lowering his voice to advise, "Prince, we must not act rashly. As the saying goes, a wise man never suffers a loss in front of him! This is definitely not the best time to confront them head-on."

After hearing this, Mo Chu felt extremely unwilling, but he also knew that the situation was unfavorable. He nodded indignantly and said through gritted teeth, "Well, since General Ye Li claims that this person is from your army, I guess we must have offended him. All right then, let's evacuate this place immediately."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to order his men to retreat.

However, at this moment, Yelih suddenly snorted coldly and shouted in a cold tone: "Wait! Mo Zhuo, is this a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chu was immediately enraged. He widened his eyes and shouted angrily, "Yelihe, stop being so aggressive and bullying! Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Yelihe had actually fought Mochu before, and Mochu also had some skills. Just as the two sides were deadlocked, a clear and pleasant female voice suddenly rang out from the ranks of the Shaodang Tribe cavalry: "Humph, so what if I bully you?"

Then, a snow-white horse slowly rode out, and a graceful woman sat on it. She wore a sharp scimitar at her waist, a tight and fitted outfit, and a veil covering her face.

Mo Chuan took a closer look and couldn't help showing a look of joy on his face. He smiled and said, "Oh, it's Her Royal Highness the Princess! It's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are well!"

The person before him was none other than Talilane, the incomparably noble Princess of the Shaodang Tribe! Her face was as cold as ice, and she shouted in an icy voice, "Don't try to think of anything like that again. I will never marry you!"