Outside Miyun City, the morning light was just breaking and the air was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere.

Chagan Wuli took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and shouted to the generals in the big tent: "Everyone listen to my orders, everyone return to the city, no matter what the cost, you must take back Miyun City for me."

All the generals were silent and looked at each other. They had never seen Chagan Uli so angry. The Khan in front of them seemed to be ignited by anger.

Although they were dissatisfied, they also understood the importance of the Miyun Dam to the entire Northern Barbarians and would never let down their guard at this time.

So they each walked out of the tent and prepared to mobilize their troops.

However, as soon as they walked out of the tent, a blinding light blinded them. The light was as blinding as daylight, and instantly made them tense up and alert.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The panicked voice rang out again in the camp.

However, this time it was not someone repeating the news, but the news was brought by spies in front of the army, with great panic.

"It's really abominable that even now there are still people who are disrupting the morale of the army."

Chagan Uli was already very angry in the big tent. Upon hearing the news, he could no longer suppress his rage. He opened the tent door and prepared to fly into a rage.

But after he walked out of the tent, his face, which had relaxed, turned extremely pale again.

It turned out that the dazzling light came from no other source, but from the faint light emitted by the torches held by the rebels at dawn.

Chagan Wuli's heart suddenly sank, and the scene before him shocked him. The rebel army surged like a tide, torches flickered in the morning light, and the uncertain shadows could not be fake.

"This...how is this possible!"

At this moment, his face was pale and he murmured to himself in his heart. He could not accept that the rebels would appear here at this time, and he could not accept that the rebels before him seemed to be stronger than he thought.

He looked back at the generals behind him and found that their faces also showed shock and anxiety. Some of them even looked pale, obviously shocked by the situation before them.

The faint rumbling sound continued, like muffled thunder in the clear sky, shaking everyone's heart.

However, he had commanded troops for many years, so how could he not hear the sound of the army marching and trampling the ground? That sound was like the prelude to death, giving people an ominous premonition.

In the distance, the early morning sun had just risen from the horizon, emitting a thin beam of sunlight, but the next second, the faint light of morning light was covered by a dark cloud, and it was completely dark.

The dark clouds were none other than the elite cavalry of the rebel army on the march. Countless cavalrymen came like a tide, their armor gleaming in the sun, reflecting a cold and chilling light.

As the black clouds got closer, the rumbling thunder became louder and louder, like dense drum beats beating on everyone's heart, making people tremble with fear.

Chagan Wuli felt a wave of despair in his heart. He realized that from the rebel army's active attack on Daqian, to the accident at Miyun Dam, to the current attack by the army, this was simply a trap set by the rebel army.

They had discovered their plan long ago, but had not taken any action until now, and were just making fake moves to paralyze them.

It was ridiculous that they had been kept in the dark the whole time and had even been complacent, laughing at Lin Zhongyun for having only a name for himself and seeking fame and reputation.

Now he was absolutely sure that the Northern Barbarians were really at a critical moment of life and death. This series of actions had already invisibly destroyed his reliance, and he had no more cards to play.

"Great Khan, what should we do now? Should we retake Miyun Dam and deal with the enemy in front of us?"

Seeing the rebel army gradually approaching, the generals were panicked and didn't know what to do. Everyone turned their eyes to their Khan, Chagan Uli.

Feeling the hopeful gazes of the crowd, Chagan Wuli felt a complex emotion surge in his heart.

He told himself over and over again in his heart:
I am the Khan of the Northern Barbarians.

As the leader of the clan, you must not panic at this time.

I, Chagan Wuli, am the leader of the Northern Barbarians' revival. I will never die here so easily!

The future of Beiman is in my hands. I must not become the one who destroys Beiman. I must not!!!

He shouted in his heart over and over again, trying to convince himself, and gradually, the panic in his heart was replaced by a stronger sense of responsibility.

The next moment, he suddenly looked up, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger, as if that anger could dispel all the haze around him.

"Quick, tell everyone to defend against the enemy immediately!" Chagan Wuli's voice was particularly firm in the panic, but the panic and anxiety in his heart surged like a tide. He knew that time was running out and the rebels' attack was inevitable. If he didn't respond quickly, the consequences would be disastrous.

"But Khan, what if the rebels open the floodgates to release the water?" someone asked in confusion at this time.

"Fuck your shit."

Chagan Wuli had finally suppressed his anger, but it was provoked again. He could no longer bear it and shouted: "Use your brain to think about it. The main force of the rebels is right in front of us. Are they opening the floodgates to flood their main force as well?"

"Since Lin Zhongyun dared to send the main force of the rebel army, he intended to engage in a head-on confrontation with our Northern Barbarian Cavalry and had no intention of releasing the enemy." His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the generals.

"Now there is only one way for the Northern Barbarians to go, and that is that the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road." Chagan Uli's voice sounded again, revealing unquestionable majesty.

"Send a message to all troops, organize a defense line immediately and prepare to meet the enemy's attack! All archers, cavalry, prepare to charge!"

"Yes, Khan!" The generals responded one after another. Although they were still a little nervous, their morale gradually improved under Chagan Uli's encouragement.

However, it is already too late.

No matter how they roared, the entire camp was already in chaos. The panic of the soldiers spread like wildfire, and very few people obeyed the orders.

First, the Miyun Dam incident caused panic among the people. At that time, the Khan's majesty was still there, and everyone had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, and everything seemed to be not yet in chaos.

However, all that has changed now.

"Hurry, organize a defense line!" A general shouted desperately, trying to get the soldiers to focus, but his voice seemed insignificant in the chaos.

The noise all around surged like a tide. The soldiers were terrified and ran around like headless flies.

Now everyone knew that they were facing more than just the Miyun Dam crisis. The rebel cavalry was already close at hand. The dark clouds ahead were pressing down on the city, and the rebel cavalry was coming like a tide, their armor flashing with cold light, and the sound of their horses' hooves was deafening like thunder.

The reality is that they have been trapped from both sides, and the situation is as dangerous as it can be. Normally, the Northern Barbarians are able to follow orders and fight fiercely, but in this situation, they are obviously unable to maintain their original calmness and fighting spirit.

The soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and despair. Their former bravery was shattered by the cruel reality and their morale was like torn cloth, unable to be gathered together again.

This also weakens the Northern Barbarian Cavalry to a certain extent.

This is also the effect that Lin Zhongyun wanted.

To defeat the Northern Barbarian Cavalry head-on requires not only an improvement in equipment, but also surpassing them in spirit and fighting spirit.

Since the soldiers under his command could not be as brave as the Northern Barbarian Cavalry, it would be a good strategy to destroy their will before the war.

With all orders being almost ineffective, the rebel cavalry did not stop for a moment and charged into the Northern Barbarian camp like a group of tigers.

"Everyone, charge! Kill all these northern barbarians!" A general of the rebel army roared, his voice like a war drum inspiring every soldier. Then, waves of roars rang out.

"The King of Wu is invincible, we must not let him down!" another knight shouted loudly, his voice revealing immense faith and fanaticism.

"Kill!" The shouts from the rebels poured out like a flood, echoing throughout the entire camp.

The elite cavalry of the rebel army roared hysterically in unison.

Boom boom boom!
As thousands of horses galloped, the earth shook violently. The sound of horse hooves was endless, like an overwhelming tidal wave, and even shook away the clouds in the sky.

The rebel cavalry poured in like a tide, a black mass with unstoppable momentum, and instantly tore apart the Northern Barbarians' defense line that had not yet been organized.

With the weapons in their hands, they mercilessly tore through the Northern Barbarians' army formation, blood splattered and screams rang out one after another.

The eyes of the Northern Barbarian soldiers were filled with fear and despair. Faced with this tidal-like impact, they had never seen it before, let alone resist.

That's not how they see the war.
They had never seen such an intense offensive.

For a moment, everyone forgot about resistance and the only thing on their minds was escape.

A northern barbarian soldier tried to draw the knife from his waist, but before his hand touched the hilt, he was chopped down by a rebel knight. Blood splattered everywhere and he lost his life instantly.

The companions around were all trembling in their hearts when they saw this scene. Fear was like a sharp blade, piercing their hearts fiercely.

"Quick, counterattack!" a general shouted in the chaos, but his voice was drowned out by the relentless sound of horse hooves. The panic and despair of the soldiers made it impossible for them to obey orders.

The horses galloped, the armor shone,
Every time the sword was swung, a Northern Barbarian soldier fell, and the blood dyed the ground red, which was disgusting. At this moment, the entire camp was inhumane, as if a blood feast was being staged here.

"Don't retreat, we must not let them get close!" Chagan Uli shouted desperately in the big tent, trying to regain the soldiers' sanity.

However, the tragic scene outside made him extremely anxious. The rebel army's attack was like a tide, and there was nowhere to escape.

Looking at everything in front of him, Chagan Wuli felt heartbroken and distressed.

Every death means that the manpower of the Northern Barbarians will be reduced. These people were all cultivated by him with great effort, and he regards them as his subjects.

These people were all good men of the Northern Barbarians, but now they are dead, and they never saw the day when the Northern Barbarians could rule the Central Plains.

He knew that if he didn't act quickly, the entire camp would fall into deeper chaos. He also knew that if he panicked first, the Northern Barbarians would be completely hopeless.

He stood up, his eyes sharp, trying to keep himself calm, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

At this moment, all the battles in the past flashed through his mind, hoping to find a solution from them.

Past experience told him that cavalry charges were unstoppable and best suited for large-scale battles.

But this charge can only be carried out in one breath. Once the first wave of attack is resisted, it will be completely useless.

But if the first wave is not stopped, things will be troublesome, because the cavalry will attack the army formation indiscriminately like a sharp knife.

At that time, people were in such a panic that it would be difficult to organize an effective offensive.

And right now, the Northern Barbarian Camp is in this situation.

In order to completely reverse the defeat, it is necessary to cut off the spearhead of the rebel army, that is, this team of cavalry that is attacking the Northern Barbarian camp recklessly.

Although the rebel army's charge is now unstoppable, this is his Northern Barbarian Camp, not the flat wilderness outside.

There are so many people in the camp that even a charge would be unstable. Gradually the cavalry would slow down and it would be much easier to deal with them.

This is why the cavalry always quickly withdrew from the camp after charging once, and then turned around and charged again.

Thinking of this, he stared at the elite cavalry of the rebel army in the Northern Barbarian Camp with a fierce look in his eyes, and shouted with a stern look on his face: "Everyone, don't panic. This group of cavalry has entered our encirclement. We must not let them escape."

"Listen to my command, shield soldiers stand in the front, and spears pierce the horses' limbs from behind the shield soldiers, so that these people from the Central Plains will never return."

His voice was like a war drum, stirring the entire camp. The soldiers gradually stopped moving and turned to look at him, with a glimmer of hope and hesitation in their eyes.

Although fear still lingered in their hearts, Chagan Uli's call made them realize that only by fighting could they have a chance of survival.

In this way, encouraged by Chagan Uli, they began to regroup and form a defense line.

The shield soldiers quickly stood in the front, raised their heavy shields, and formed a solid barrier. The spearmen, under the protection of the shield soldiers, prepared to meet the upcoming impact.

"Hurry, hurry!" Chagan Wuli urged, his eyes flashing with determination, "Don't let their cavalry break through our defense line, hold on!"

The rebel cavalry came like a tide, the sound of horse hooves was deafening like thunder, and their momentum was fierce.

However, under the command of Chagan Wuli, the Northern Barbarian soldiers began to stabilize their position, with shield soldiers in front and spears in the back, forming an indestructible line of defense.

"Stab!" Following Chagan Uli's order, the spearmen thrust forward together, and the spears fell like raindrops, pointing directly at the limbs of the rebels' horses.

Some people reacted in advance and changed direction, while others ran directly into the muzzle of the gun. The spears pierced the warhorses' four internal organs, and they immediately fell to the ground neighing.

This scene before their eyes also gave the Northern Barbarian soldiers a glimmer of hope amidst their despair... (End of this chapter)