133: Wang Li, Marquis of Wucheng

Hasen gripped his spear tightly, looking at Lin Yue, who was already within reach, and with all his strength, thrust out a spear incredibly quickly!

"Die!" Hasen looked at the completely unguarded Lin Yue; he absolutely could not block this spear thrust!

Lin Yue was facing the charge of the cavalry when he suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Immediately, he saw a long spear thrusting rapidly towards him, leaving an afterimage in front of him. By the time he swung his blade, the spear was already before his eyes!

Lin Yue now had no time to dodge and could only wield his Miao Blade to strike forcefully at the spear tip!

"Break!"

The Miao Blade accurately struck the center of the spear tip, instantly splitting it in two. But it didn't stop there; the Miao Blade continued from the spear tip all the way down the shaft, cutting through iron as if it were mud!

It was truly cutting through iron as if it were mud!

Hasen was incredibly surprised. His long spear, though not a famous weapon, weighed thirty catties and was made entirely of iron. Yet it was split in half. What kind of precious blade was this?

But he had no time to think, because the blade of the Miao Blade reflected the moonlight, emitting a chilling glint that struck fear into his heart!

The long spear was split in two, all the way to his spear-wielding hand. The next thing to be split in half would be his own hand!

Hasen instinctively let go, then leaped high, landing behind Lin Yue, dodging the blade!

And the Miao Blade split the entire long spear in two!

Then, the two halves of the iron spear brushed past Lin Yue's ears, finally falling at Hasen's feet, while Lin Yue remained completely unharmed!

Hasen looked at the iron spear that had accompanied him for many years, a difficult-to-describe pang of sadness in his heart.

This was the coming-of-age gift his father had given him when he was a youth, and he had kept it by his side for nearly forty years.

Among the Xiongnu people, ironware was precious. Although this iron spear of his was not considered very valuable in Great Qin, among the Xiongnu people, it was something even an ordinary Military General would find hard to possess.

He then looked at Lin Yue and saw that the Xiongnu Cavalry in front of Lin Yue had once again stopped their charge. Instead, they reined in their horses and hesitated, looking towards the Xiongnu Cavalry who had returned from pursuing the White Horse Righteous Cavalry.

Perhaps Modu becoming the next Chanyu of the Xiongnu people was also a good thing for the Xiongnu people.

The current tribesmen could only hunt hyenas and no longer had the courage to encircle and hunt fierce tigers. Their ferocity was indeed not as great as before.

Hasen sighed to himself.

Meanwhile, Modu and Zhao Yun fought with all their might for a hundred rounds, yet remained evenly matched. The two once again spurred their horses into battle, their long spears clashing, with phantom images of spears everywhere, but neither could gain an advantage over the other.

So, after another round, Modu reined in his horse and stopped, turning to look at the returning cavalry, a cold glint in his eyes.

"My King!

We were about to catch up to that group when we encountered a large number of waiting Qin Army soldiers. They hid behind the Qin Army, and we couldn't rescue Wuluoli!" A Xiongnu General was the first to ride up to Modu and shouted, while the rest of the Xiongnu Cavalry all gathered behind Modu, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Did you engage in battle?" Modu asked coldly.

"No... no." The Xiongnu General was somewhat timid, then hesitated before stammering, "The Qin Army had many crossbows, and many ballistae! If we charged, it would only be a dead end!

If our deaths could accomplish the mission you gave us, we would not fear death, but we simply had no chance of penetrating the Qin Army's crossbow formation, no chance even to touch the Qin Army's clothes, and would fall midway. Please understand, my King!"

Modu said nothing, instead falling into silent contemplation.

Then he looked forward. In the moonlight, he saw a person riding a horse from a distance. The newcomer, with an imposing bearing, arrived at the front of the two armies!

Zhao Yun took this opportunity to go to Lin Yue's side and said to Lin Yue, "Master, are you alright?"

Lin Yue shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Can you defeat Modu?"

"After a few more dozen rounds, Zi Long will be able to unseat him," Zhao Yun said.

Although the two were evenly matched in their fight, there was still a gap in their Martial Power. This gap was not obvious to others, but the two combatants felt it very clearly.

"Then, with this First-rate Military General who has joined us, can we kill Modu?" Lin Yue looked at the approaching Qin Army General and asked Zhao Yun.

"If there is another First-rate Military General to assist, we can kill him, but the premise is that Modu does not flee. If he is determined to escape, it will be very difficult to keep him!" Zhao Yun shook his head and said.

High-level Military General were like that; when their strengths were comparable, no one could stop them if they wanted to run, even two against one would be very difficult.

"Alright." Lin Yue nodded and said.

Modu was a hidden danger for the Central Plains. No matter how favored Wuluoli was, he had no chance of defeating him. Their strengths could be said to be worlds apart!

Moreover, Modu had ascended to power by killing his father; he lacked neither ability, ambition, nor decisiveness. If he couldn't be kept today, he would certainly dominate the Xiongnu people in the future and lead them to become powerful.

But at this moment, without absolute certainty of keeping him, more words were useless and would only add to the trouble.

"Lin Yue, Zhao Yun, you two come over!" The Qin Army General said to the two not far away.

Upon hearing this, the two immediately rode over.

"This humble general greets General Wang Li!" Lin Yue said.

"Mm." Wang Li nodded.

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"Your White Horse Righteous Cavalry are all safe now, and so is Wuluoli," Wang Li said to Lin Yue.

"This humble general thanks General for the rescue!" Lin Yue cupped his hands in gratitude.

Wang Li nodded and smiled, then said to Modu, "Aren't you running yet?"

"Is Your Excellency perhaps the Marquis of Wucheng, Wang Li?" Modu squinted and asked.

"Indeed. Are you not the Xiongnu people Prince, Modu?" Wang Li asked.

"General has keen insight. No wonder my subordinates dared not contend with you; it turns out they encountered the Hundred-Battle Armor-Piercing Army," Modu said with a smile, then changed the subject: "General, could you return my unfilial younger brother to me, so that we brothers may reunite? You can name any conditions."

"Your younger brother misses you quite a bit. Why don't you go keep him company?" Wang Li said with a smile.

"Do you think you can keep me captive?" Modu scoffed with a disdainful smile.

"Want to try? This isn't Yuezhi; you can't just steal a precious horse and run back," Wang Li said with a laugh, then asked with a hint of mockery: "Speaking of which, your father is truly ruthless, isn't he? He wants to put you to death for your younger brother.

If your precious younger brother is with me now, do you think your father would give me your head?"

"Heh heh, aren't you saying all this just to wait for your Hundred-Battle Armor-Piercing Army to arrive?" Modu ignored his taunt and instead exposed his intentions.

"You saw through that. What, do you want to compete?" Wang Li said with a slight disdain.

"Heh heh, there will be an opportunity," Modu said, cupping his hands: "The future is long; our war with the Qin Dynasty has only just begun!"

Then Modu turned his horse around and, without hesitation, led the Xiongnu Cavalry in retreat. Hasen picked up the two halves of the iron spear, glanced at Lin Yue, and then led his tribesmen to catch up with Modu.