Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1592 - 1534: Wuhuan’s Sincere Submission

The moment Tadu was struck hard, he knew Hua Xiong had murderous intentions towards him. Desperately, he tilted his head, but Hua Xiong still hit him behind the ear, leaving his mind instantly in chaos.

However, Tadu, a battle-hardened veteran, despite the chaos in his mind after being struck by Hua Xiong, instinctively flipped sideways and jumped to one side. Meanwhile, Hua Xiong, blocked by Tadu’s flipping body, abruptly advanced to face the Northern Huns Leader of a Thousand.

Casually grabbing the sword placed on the table by the Northern Huns Leader of a Thousand, before the opponent even realized what was happening, he drew the sword and slashed at him, splattering blood three feet high, and the head fell to the ground.

With one sword, Hua Xiong instantly killed the Northern Huns Leader of a Thousand, then suddenly accelerated to appear in front of the other five Leaders of a Hundred. With a spinning swing of his Precious Sword, he slaughtered the five, blood splattering halfway around the tent.

"Shut up, all of you!" Just when the Wuhuan Chief was about to scream at this horrific scene, Su Puyan directly kicked over the table and yelled, instantly stifling the impending screams as if strangled by the neck.

"Su Puyan, are you courting death? How could you kill these people!" Tadu flipped himself up, exclaiming as he saw the rolling heads in the tent.

"Heh, yet no one has entered the tent until now, you should know what’s happening!" Su Puyan smirked, causing Tadu’s heart to sink, never having imagined that the always submissive, seemingly harmless Su Puyan would possess such courage.

Su Puyan stood up straight, coldly looking at all the Wuhuan Chiefs, "Now I’ve killed the Northern Huns Leader, you have two choices: either I kill you, or you follow me to kill the other Northern Huns." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Su Puyan, you bastard, will lead the Wuhuan to the abyss eventually!" Tadu cursed in fury.

"We have two Inner Qi Manifestations, and we’re unexpected." Su Puyan stated, looking at Tadu, "Do you still want to kneel under the Northern Huns’ feet? Look at the life we are living now?"

"I’m in." A Wuhuan Chief directly stood and said, subsequently, the attending Wuhuan Chiefs stood one after another in agreement with Su Puyan, all turning to look at Tadu.

"Su Puyan, I underestimated you!" Tadu knew that the will of the people was now undeniable. After cursing, he resigned to this conclusion.

Even if Tadu desperately blocked Hua Xiong and allowed the Northern Huns to defeat the Wuhuan, it would serve no benefit to Tadu. Without the Wuhuan Tribe, his position as the Chanyu of the Wuhuan would only be as a warrior used by the Northern Huns in battles, a life he did not aspire for.

"But what can we do even if we defeat the Northern Huns?" Tadu said coldly.

"Duke Bo’an is here." Su Puyan said with a smile, "Duke Bo’an is right outside our tribe. The sound of hooves hitting the ground is from the Han Army; we will defect to the Han!"

All the Wuhuan Chiefs, initially apprehensive because of Tadu’s words, were instantly overjoyed, hesitating no longer and bowing their fists, "We will now lead our warriors to attack the Northern Huns’ camp in anticipation of Duke Bo’an’s arrival."

Upon hearing this, Tadu instantly realized his power was gone, heaving a long sigh as he bowed to Su Puyan, "I never thought you’d be the most strategic among us."

Su Puyan smiled in silence; he did not consider himself the most strategic, just the most eager to join the Han Dynasty and avoid continuing this disgusting nomadic life.

"Why not directly tell them the Governor of Youzhou is back?" Hua Xiong inquired in confusion, understanding now why he didn’t kill Tadu, as Tadu had practically become their tool.

"That way, how can one distinguish true intentions from false ones? Let’s put it this way: among the 400,000 Wuhuan, there are hundreds of chiefs, who basically obey two people, one is the White Horse General Gongsun Zan, the other is the Governor of Youzhou Duke Bo’an." Su Puyan spread his hands and openly declared.

"If the White Horse General appears, we instinctively retreat; if Duke Bo’an appears, we naturally inquire. If it were directly stated, they’d just do something as before, not take initiative." Su Puyan explained, though Hua Xiong didn’t fully understand.

"I’m off to kill the enemy." Hua Xiong retrieved his Great Sword from beside the table and then strode out of the tent.

At this time, the camp of the Huns was already ablaze, especially the stables, where the fire burned most fiercely. Many war horses had frantically bolted from the camp, throwing the Northern Huns’ camp into chaos.

Meanwhile, the Wuhuan Chiefs, leading their limited trusted aides, charged at the Northern Huns, mobilizing the entire Wuhuan Tribe along with the Xiliang Iron Cavalry led by Duan Wei, Hu Zhen, and others, mercilessly crushing the peripheral camps and charging into the Northern Huns’ camp with an unstoppable stance.

By now, the Northern Huns Elite Cavalry, which had just organized for a counterattack, practically suffered heavy blows instantly, unlike Zhou Yu’s weak infantry or the evenly matched Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry; in charge battles, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry bow to none but themselves.

With a wave of ferocious crushing, the battle formation of the organized Northern Huns Elite Cavalry was completely shattered, quickly shifting both sides from battle mode to slaughter mode. In the chaotic crush and kill within the formation, Duan Wei and others allowed the Northern Huns Elite Cavalry no opportunity whatsoever.

In the first quarter hour of the battle, they were nearly turned into relics of history.

Thereafter was garbage time, where the scattered Northern Huns, confronted by the numbers of the Wuhuan, were taken down one by one, slain entirely.

"The Xiliang Iron Cavalry, truly terrifying on the front battlefield." Liu Yu stated with admiration as he observed the nearly negligible losses of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

"That’s why they say Dong Zhuo died of sheer idiocy back then." Chen Xi shrugged, "Now, it’s all up to Duke Bo’an."

Under the light of the fire, Liu Yu gradually appeared, and all the Wuhuan Chiefs breathed a sigh of relief, even Tadu visibly relaxed, producing a surprisingly distinct sound due to the collective action.

Immediately, the Wuhuan Chiefs looked at each other and then began to laugh, proceeding to collectively salute Liu Yu, "We’ve been waiting, Duke Bo’an."

"Since you’ve attacked the Northern Huns, you seem to have made a decision. What I once promised you can now be redeemed. To avoid Northern Huns’ retaliation, you can migrate entirely to the Central Plains, where tribal chiefs can be granted titles based on their merits." Liu Yu said with a smile.

"As for the people in each tribe, considering your subordinates are essentially your slaves, you can choose to keep them. However, on our side, such slaves can’t remain slaves for life, and will be freed as civilians after a few years, released from slave status." Liu Yu stated, looking at the excited group of Wuhuan Chiefs.

Now the Wuhuan tribal chiefs hesitated a little, but Liu Yu continued, "However, there is room for maneuver here; slaves can be exchanged officially for money and grain or titles. There’s a conversion ratio for this."

Hearing this, the Wuhuan Chiefs nodded in satisfaction; this was the way it should be. Swapping slaves for money, grain, and titles was quite appealing.