Mythical Three Kingdoms

The things that were originally thought to be legends appeared before the eyes at this moment. The Southern Hun leaders truly understood what bone-chilling cold was; the Han Army was indeed extravagant and grand, using a bull knife to kill a chicken!

Seeing that Han Army, everyone marched with the same-sized steps and the same rhythm, slowly stepping from the darkness into the radiance of the moonlight. His shocked eyes stared intently at the other side.

At this moment, even Dian Mann didn’t care about the frenzied attacks from his trusted aides; he watched, he learned, he worked hard to deeply carve everything he saw at this moment into his mind. With such elite troops, those who oppose can only die!

Dian Mann’s massive club swung fiercely, smashing the head of a Southern Hun soldier in front of him, splattering countless red and white onto the face of the Southern Hun leader guarding the camp gate.

This very strike finally brought him back to his senses, and soon almost the entire front camp heard the Southern Hun leader’s shrill exclamation, ”Retreat, everyone retreat freely!”

It is because he understands military strategy that he realizes how terrifying the soldiers led by Sima Yi are. This kind of desperate terror made the opponent unable to muster any fighting spirit and directly choose the worst outcome.

Sima Yi heard the shrill cry, his lips involuntarily curving upwards as he turned to Cao Ang, ”So, isn’t this exactly as I estimated? The Miscellaneous Hun was already scared out of their wits by us, and given that they are at a disadvantage now, being pressured by such a mighty force, their rout is natural.”

”Zhongda truly has miraculous foresight,” Cao Ang complimented modestly. However, facing such an outcome that was exactly as predicted, indeed, one could say it was miraculous foresight.

”Just wait, it gets even more interesting!” Sima Yi seemed in a good mood, and when he stepped forward he did not forget to say to Cao Ang.

And as Sima Yi’s words fell, small flames were already rising in the central camp of the Southern Huns. Cao Ang saw this with great joy, as it almost secured their victory.

”Henghengheng.” Sima Yi, slightly complacent, watched the thoroughly chaotic front camp due to the order from the Southern Hun leader, and a cold smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The reason things went so smoothly was not without significant effort on his part. The infantry he led were merely like silver spearheads without substance. If the Southern Hun leader of the front camp was a fool, although he knew these soldiers who could achieve such things were elite, he wouldn’t know what level of elite they were, making this act a waste.

Therefore, the Southern Hun’s front camp commander had to be someone knowledgeable about military affairs, understanding personnel, and having a deep understanding of command. Only such a person could see from Sima Yi’s Han Army that their tens of thousands of Southern Hun troops were completely annihilated.

Only such unbeatable mighty power could make the opponent give up resisting and turn to flee directly. And now he accomplished this, not because of luck in encountering such a Southern Hun commander, but because he had planned it from the start.

The Imperial Edict divided the Southern Huns in two. Sima Yi had already estimated this before going to the Southern Hun camp, and only a three-legged situation could maintain stability. How to stabilize the divided Southern Huns really depended on Sima Yi’s strategy.

Without Sima Yi’s scheming, the completely conflicting opinions within the Southern Huns would likely have exploded long ago. And it was precisely because of the suggestion Sima Yi gave to Liu Bao, letting Liu Bao choose a competent but unrelated commander for the camp gate, that truly held back the Southern Huns from moving south.

It was this suggestion that made the Southern Hun leaders leaning towards Nu Rong realize Huchuquan’s stance hadn’t changed, only that he indeed had reservations. And because Huchuquan stood from the Southern Huns’ position with reservations, the Southern Hun leaders inclined towards Nu Rong considered Liu Bao’s proposal.

Generally speaking, democracy unavoidably leads to disputes. Similarly, once reflecting on the original idea, new thoughts would generally arise, leading to the Southern Huns, who previously clamored to move south directly, being forced to stop and start disputing. This was the time Sima Yi managed to buy.

Although the time bought was not much, it was enough for Sima Yi to do many things. Moreover, Sima Yi didn’t like his fate being controlled by others; controlling his own destiny was what he most frequently did.

However, just as the Southern Hun central camp caught fire and Sima Yi led his army slowly advancing with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down, he suddenly heard the sound of hoofbeats from the distant north, the dull sound and sense of distance making Sima Yi instantly realize these were tens of thousands of cavalry!

”What is it?” Cao Ang, having also heard the dull hoofbeats, looked at Sima Yi somewhat puzzled, still not understanding the situation.

”Reinforcements from the north have arrived,” Sima Yi said with an unreadable expression.

In fact, Sima Yi at this moment already felt like cursing; he’d finally set up everything, expending a significant amount of mental energy, finally about to overwhelm the hundred thousand Southern Huns, and just as he was about to act, someone came to reap the benefits.

Moreover, for Sima Yi, it wasn’t a mere semblance of opportunism. Just as he was about to secure victory, his own reinforcements arrived, and even if he wanted to say something, he couldn’t. This truly was a well-timed reinforcements!

On the other side, Zhao Yun, leading the White Horse, had arrived about six or seven li from the Southern Hun camp when they suddenly noticed some flames in the Southern Hun camp. When they got about three or four li away, they found that not only the front camp but even the central camp might be on fire.