Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Before long, Wang Erlang, with his exceptional eyesight, could even see the large, bulging, and rolling muscles on the bodies of those strong horses. He knew that each and every one of them was an excellent horse, and he was even more convinced that these horses were selected from the best of the best among the remnants of the Tuyuhun tribe, far superior to the inferior horses of his men!

Normally, he could remove his load and use his energy and lightness to escape, but now, abandoning his comrades on horseback was out of the question. The enemy, a hundred or so men, had ferocious expressions, clearly having been preparing for this for some time!

At this point, although he was unwilling to confront the remnants of the Tuyuhun tribe head-on, he had nowhere to hide!

He knew that once they were entangled by these hundred or so men, the remaining thousand or so men of Tuyuhun would never let go of the opportunity to devour them!

The situation is more perilous than anticipated! The remnants of the Tuyuhun tribe are far more cunning and mad than expected!

Wang Erlang and his men exchanged glances, their hundred-plus eyes blazing with a bloodthirsty frenzy! Since there was no way to avoid it, then let them fight with all their might!

At that moment, from the edge of the darkness, countless shadowy figures emerged in front and to the left and right, causing Wang Erlang's pupils to shrink! He realized that they were the remnants of the Tuyuhun tribe! They were ready and about to surround him!

At this point, there was no turning back.

He only hoped that this skirmish could be resolved quickly, otherwise...

Wang Erlang mounted his horse, flicked the long reins, and galloped off in the lead!

Holding a silver-white spear, he stepped forward! Behind him, over a hundred strong horses galloped, each carrying a Tang Dynasty warrior wielding a spear and fighting fiercely!

Wang Erlang's vanguard and over a hundred barbarians clashed head-on on the vast grasslands, as darkness gradually enveloped them. Like two invincible arrows shot by the gods of war, they collided! Boundless momentum spread out instantly from the points of impact!

The barbarian leader, with his triangular eyes squinting, was startled by the fearless charge of the Han general not far away! Perhaps he wasn't ready yet.

Closer and closer, he could see the Han general's figure and face clearly! His shorter and less robust figure made him look down on him.

He glanced down at the young Han Chinese soldier about to collide with him, a cruel and savage smile spreading across his face.

He swung his hammer as if the person in front of him had been smashed into a pile of minced meat!

As they drew nearer, an immense wind pressure surged forth just before their collision! The barbarian swung his massive hammer, fiercely striking the young general before him. It was a ferocious attack! A strike determined to win!

Suddenly, the barbarian chieftain's smile froze—his eyes widened as he stared at the massive hammer he was about to swing. Before him, the young general destined to be smashed into mincemeat, had vanished without a trace!

His hands, veins bulging and muscles still bulging, still swung the iron hammer forward, but all of this was frozen in the barbarian's eyes—he could no longer feel the strength of his powerful body, no longer feel the weight of the hammer! As he shook his massive head, struggling to swing the hammer again, suddenly, everything before him drifted away. His vision abruptly rose—he saw two armies clashing fiercely, and the young Han general still mounted on his horse, but now, that Han general was sitting 'below' him.

What was happening? The barbarian leader was still puzzled when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. Then, everything plunged into darkness…

At this moment, no one paid any attention to the barbarian leader.

In the eyes of the Han soldiers, the barbarian general had become a military achievement hanging on the muzzle of their leader's gun! But in the barbarians' horrified gazes, a silver flash appeared, and their leader, now only a headless, mangled body, sat on his horse, still galloping forward, rising and falling...

However, these barbarians had no time to think further, because before them stood a group of fierce and valiant Han soldiers! They also had to worry about a soul-devouring silver spear that might appear out of nowhere!

On the vast grassland as night fell, two incomparably powerful arrows met under the night sky! One arrow, as if forged from steel, cleaved the other arrow in two with unstoppable force!

In matters of cold weapons, the power of the individual must be fully demonstrated!

Wang Erlang and his men, in a single instant, routed and breached the barbarian army! Just as they were about to turn back, before they could even feel the joy of victory, a dark mass of people appeared from the west, south, and north, as if they were about to close in.

Wang Erlang looked at the opening to the east, which still revealed a few glimpses of snow-white light. He gritted his teeth, not daring to hold back, and slapped his horse's rump hard. He shook the reins and led his remaining force of less than a hundred men in preparation for a breakout.

Seeing the Han army's fierce advance and the even faster speed of their closing in, the barbarians all surged towards the gap on the winter side.

The opening to the east quickly closed. Moreover, more and more troops surged in, but the nearly one hundred soldiers led by Wang Erlang were like arrows shot out of the ground, with no room for retreat.

The arrow, still carrying its momentum, pierced the 'mud' formed from barbarians, without making a sound.

At this moment, a large number of barbarians had already surged over. The road ahead was blocked, and there was no way to go further. Wang Erlang's face showed exhaustion.

The charge between the two groups had already exhausted most of their strength accumulated over the past few days. Wang Erlang felt his hands gradually weakening and powerless, watched his subordinates fall one by one, and felt the increasingly difficult advance. He knew that breaking through was hopeless.

The surrounding barbarians were shouting in a language they couldn't understand, but occasionally, the word "surrender" could be heard in Chinese...

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Cao Hua lay prostrate on the head of Wang Erlang's horse, his body wet, sticky, and smelling of blood. He licked the blood from his mouth and lips, feeling a bit of strength return, and struggled to open his eyes—he saw the man before him, clad in silver armor, with handsome features, like a god of war, slaughtering his way through the surrounding area, causing countless barbarian generals to retreat one after another, not daring to approach even an inch!

He never imagined that there could be such a brave person in the world!

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"Surrender?" Wang Erlang had never considered it.

He wielded his spear with all his might, the silver blade transforming into a rain of droplets that continuously showered down, protecting the dozen or so armored soldiers behind him. Each flash of silver light inevitably brought forth a bright splash of blood!

Originally intending to approach Fu Yun, he saw the young Han general not far away, wielding a silver spear like a madman, each strike accompanied by the fall of a clansman, and his heart sank!

"Kill! Kill him!" He was somewhat embarrassed and angry, unable to believe that he and his men would be so intimidated and frightened by this young general.

A group of barbarians surrounded Wang Erlang and his followers, hesitant to advance. In their minds, the man before them was already in their trap; they only needed to wait for him to tire before they could capture him. To lose their lives in the process would be a terrible waste!

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Finished at midnight! Although it was a little late this time, it's finally done.