The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Maodun raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a contemptuous smile. He sneered, "Back in the day, this prince witnessed your mighty presence with his own eyes. But today is different. My two hundred elite cavalrymen will tear you ants into pieces and leave you without a burial place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Maodun waved his hand, and the two hundred extremely fierce cavalrymen behind him rushed towards Meng Yi, Ying Bu and more than thirty others like a surging torrent.

These Hun cavalrymen are by no means ordinary people. Each of them is a nimble grassland warrior who can fight ten people at once.

In an instant, the two sides came into close combat, launching a thrilling life-and-death battle.

Meng Yi and others, who were already at a disadvantage, were instantly suppressed by the enemy's powerful offensive, and the situation suddenly became extremely tense and stalemate.

Although these more than 30 Qin soldiers were all battle-hardened and experienced tough guys, they were ultimately unable to cope with the enemy that was several times their number.

What's worse is that Han Xin was seriously injured at this moment and his fighting effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Meng Yi and Ying Bu looked at each other and understood each other. Without hesitation, they spurred their horses and galloped straight towards where Maodun was, attempting to implement the strategy of "capture the king first to capture the thief".

Unfortunately, the guards beside Maodun were also brave men from the Xiongnu grasslands.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Hun guards quickly surrounded them, forming an indestructible line of defense, blocking the way forward for Meng Yi and Ying Bu.

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives were intertwined, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the entire battlefield was filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood.

Meng Yi watched helplessly as the Qin soldiers around him fell one after another. His heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and he grew increasingly anxious. Was this really the day I would die? He couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

At that moment, a sharp "whoosh" sound pierced the air. A sharp arrow streaked towards him like lightning, accurately piercing Meng Yi's shoulder. Instantly, a sharp pain washed over him, causing him to groan.

It turned out that Maodun was very angry when he saw that even with the combined efforts of his many men, they were unable to capture Meng Yi and Ying Bu.

So he chose to attack from behind and shoot this cold arrow in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

Ying Bu watched Meng Yi fall to the ground, wounded, his heart pounding. He swung his spear fiercely, feinting at the Xiongnu guards ahead, attempting to confuse the enemy. Then, he swiftly turned his horse and galloped forward, unhesitatingly blocking Meng Yi's path and using his sturdy frame to withhold the enemy's attack.

At this moment, Meng Yi lay on the ground, secretly groaning inwardly: "Damn it! I finally adapted to this damn time-traveling life, and everything was just getting on track! Am I going to die here today? No, if I can escape this disaster and return to a safe place, I must redouble my efforts in martial arts training and never let this happen again!"

With a crisp "crack", Ying Bu's broad and solid shoulder was hit by the knife! In an instant, blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the ground under his feet red.

Perhaps God heard the desperate yet determined cry from the depths of Meng Yi's heart, was moved with compassion, and decided to give him another chance of life.

At this critical moment, a dull and powerful sound came from the direction of Helan Mountain - it was the roar of horse hooves hitting the ground.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..." The sound came from far away, like rolling thunder, deafening. Every beat of the hooves seemed to strike heavily on people's heartstrings, making people terrified.

A sharp-eyed Xiongnu cavalryman suddenly screamed in surprise: "Prince, it's bad! It's the Qin cavalry!" His voice became sharp and piercing with fear, breaking the originally tense and solemn atmosphere.

Maodun's eyes widened, staring intently at Meng Yi and his men, who were about to be captured. Thirty of the enemy had been killed or wounded, leaving only five or six Qin soldiers clinging to Meng Yi, struggling to hold on. Meanwhile, their own side had already paid a horrific price—over a hundred lives lost on this bloody battlefield. Thinking of this, Maodun felt a surge of resentment and anger.

However, facing the overwhelming force, sheer number, and impressive momentum of the Qin cavalry reinforcements (estimated to number at least 500), Maodun knew it was unwise to continue to fight. After all, as a leader who could one day ascend the throne of the Great Khan of the Xiongnu and unify the vast grasslands, he had to keep a clear head and make the right decision.

So, after a brief thought, Maodun quickly regained his composure and decisively issued an order: "Everyone retreat!"

Following his command, the remaining Xiongnu warriors turned their horses and retreated into the distance like a tide. Although they were unwilling to give up, they also understood the principle that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

Watching Maodun's figure gradually recede until it vanished, the remaining people breathed a sigh of relief. Their tense nerves instantly relaxed, as if all their strength had been drained away. One by one, they collapsed to the ground. They gasped for breath, their clothes drenched in sweat, their faces etched with exhaustion and relief.

At this moment, Meng Yi and Ying Bu both fell into a deep coma due to severe injuries and excessive blood loss.

Han Xin frowned upon seeing this, feeling extremely anxious, but he knew he had to remain calm. So, he gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain, and struggled to move closer to Meng Yi and Ying Bu.

He quickly took out some herbs and cloth strips from his pocket and handed some to Wang Er. Then the two of them hurriedly gave Meng Yi and Ying Bu simple bandages.

Han Xin's hands were trembling slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead. He carefully cleaned the blood and dirt around the wound, then applied the herbs evenly on the wound, and finally wrapped it tightly with a cloth strip.

When the reinforcements of the Qin cavalry approached, no one present, except Han Xin, recognized the general leading the cavalry. However, they did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly stood up to salute him respectfully and thank him.

The man who had come was none other than Pang Qing! It turned out that he had been transferred from Yanmen Pass to take up the post of garrison commander at Qingtongxia Pass. This time, he had come to lead the army to inspect the defenses along the Helan Mountains.

Seeing this, Han Xin was extremely anxious and shouted loudly: "Lao Pang, come here quickly! The young general has fainted!" His voice was full of anxiety and worry.

At this moment, Pang Qing looked carefully and realized that the man in front of him with disheveled hair and bloodstains on his face and body was actually Han Xin.