System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

Dong Yu pointed his thumb back and spoke loudly.

"No need, you guys step back and we'll go over and inspect the goods ourselves. If there's no problem, we'll discuss it later."

Yu Fuluo frowned slightly and remained vigilant.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Xu Rong turned his head to look at Dong Yu, waiting for his order.

"Stand back and let them check. While they're checking, attack them directly."

Dong Yu's eyes flashed, and he decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Is that a good idea? The entire army retreats fifty steps."

Xu Rong nodded in agreement and immediately swung his sword and gave the order.

As the army retreated, the loaded food carts were exposed to the Huns.

After seeing the food and fodder, Yu Fuluo and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, greed appeared on their faces.

They did not know how to farm, and even after living in the Han Dynasty for so many years, they could only survive by looting and receiving supplies from the imperial court.

Fifty thousand shi of food and fodder is not a lot, but it is enough for their tribe to survive for a while.

"The Han people are cunning. Half of the people should check the things to avoid being cheated."

Although Yu Fuluo was tempted, he suppressed his desire for food and gave orders to the tribesmen.

"Brother, I'll take people with me."

Huochequan squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and rushed over with more than a thousand people.

The saber pierced into the sack, and grain flowed out of the sack like water.

“It’s food!”

"It's grain, grain without sand in it!"

Huochequan and others shouted loudly and couldn't help but grab the food.

"kill!!"

Just as they were immersed in joy, Xu Rong gave the order to attack without hesitation.

The shouts of more than ten thousand soldiers shook the sky, and even the Xiliang soldiers who had not trained for a long time burst into astonishing roars at this moment.

Although his fighting skills are not good enough, can his voice also be bad?

Dong Yu squeezed his legs hard against the horse's belly, and the red charcoal fire dragon horse under his crotch burst out at an astonishing speed.

"Soldiers, follow me!"

Dong Yu took the lead, holding a golden stick.

A thousand words coming at me are not as good as one word coming with me.

Xu Rong's three thousand troops followed first, and the rest of the Xiliang soldiers also reacted and hurried to catch up.

The sudden change left the Huns, who were still immersed in joy, with no time to react.

boom--

The heavy golden coiled dragon stick shone with golden light in Dong Yu's hand. Every time the stick swept across, an enemy was hit and vomited blood, flying back several meters.

Blunt instruments like hammers and sticks do not seem to have as much lethality as common weapons like knives and guns.

But if the user is a powerful warrior, the power of this blunt weapon is far more terrifying than a knife or gun.

He might still be able to stand after being hit by a knife or a gun, but if he were hit by a stick, broken bones and tendons would be the least of his problems.

"Young Master is so fierce!"

"Kill!!"

The Xiliang soldiers, who had originally not been very motivated to fight, suddenly became more motivated when they saw Dong Yu being so brave.

The more than a thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen who came to check the food and grass were defeated almost instantly.

"Kill, kill Yu Fuluo!"

Dong Yu held a golden stick in his hand and galloped on his horse, swinging the golden stick in his hand like a windmill.

He has no skills and no martial arts.

But what is least needed in a chaotic army is martial arts.

Strength and speed are the most needed things in a melee. A humanoid beast with endless power, holding a stick and dancing tightly, has no flaws at all.

Wherever the golden stick passed, there was a crackling sound of broken bones, and the enemies didn't even have time to scream before they became dead souls under the stick.

"Han dog!!"

"withdraw!!"

"Get out!"

A crushing defeat is like a landslide. In an emergency, if the losses are heavy, the soldiers will no longer have the ability to fight, not to mention the huge gap in numbers.

Yu Fuluo fled with more than a thousand cavalrymen, and less than 30% of those who went to check the food escaped.

Even Yufuluo's younger brother Huochequan died tragically in the chaos.

With so many men dying at once, Yu Furuo didn't want to fight back.

But he didn’t dare!

What the Hu people care about is not revenge, but doing what they can.