274: Maodun strikes again

"Reprimand?" Modu looked at Chaji, who was kneeling before him, and suddenly felt a little amused.

"Yes, Chanyu said that since Your Highness can even shoot down an Earth-tier warhorse, he doesn't know what else Your Highness will shoot down tomorrow," Chaji whispered.

"Then begin. I'd like to hear how you plan to reprimand me," Modu said, looking at Chaji with interest.

"This lowly one wouldn't dare." Chaji had remained prostrate on the ground in a kowtow position ever since he entered the great tent.

Modu smiled silently, a cold expression flashing across his face.

"Get up. You said that after you leave here, you still have to help Wuluoli?" Modu asked.

Chaji was dusting off his knees; he hadn't performed such a deep bow in a long time. But as soon as he heard Modu's question, he quickly said, "Yes, Your Highness, this is Chanyu's order."

"Father is truly good to Wuluoli." A hint of imperceptible killing intent flickered in Modu's eyes.

After he failed to pursue and kill Wuluoli here last time, he was reprimanded by Touman. For this expedition, he was leading the Left Army alone, while Wuluoli had been sent to the Right Army. Touman's intention was for the two of them to compete.

Chaji, as a First-rate Military General, was also sent to Wuluoli's side. This meant Wuluoli now had two First-rate Military Generals by his side, with the Right Wise King holding the line behind him.

However, this didn't matter. His million iron cavalry were his greatest reliance. If it weren't for these million iron cavalry who followed him, he would probably have been killed long ago.

"Then you may go." Modu waved his hand, his gaze fixed on the completely black warhorse. He continuously stroked Black Wind's smooth mane, his eyes full of affection.

"Yes." Chaji bowed and withdrew, wondering why Black Wind, usually so stubborn, was so docile today.

He didn't have time to think much more. After exiting Modu's temporary great tent, he rode his horse towards Wuluoli's location... "My Lord, Gentleman of the Household Xing has reported that the Xiongnu Scouts in front are increasing, so it seems the Xiongnu Army is not far away," Zhao Ponu ran over and said.

"Hmm, tell Xing Daorong to fight if he can, and retreat if he can't. We'll be behind him," Lin Yue said in a deep voice.

Xing Daorong's 100,000 White Horse Righteous Cavalry were the most elite cavalry unit apart from Lin Yue's White Horse Camp. If Xing Daorong lost control and, in a moment of Hot-blooded, fought to the death, even a slight mishap before the real battle began would cause Lin Yue to suffer heavy losses.

"Understood!" Zhao Ponu replied.

Lin Yue thought for a moment and sent someone to notify Pan Feng, instructing him to constantly monitor Xing Daorong's movements and coordinate with him to prevent a sudden Xiongnu attack.

Although both sides were relatively restrained at the moment, primarily engaging in mutual probing, no one could say when a localized major battle might erupt.

After all, with nearly twenty million people involved in the combined forces, one mistake by his own Army could mean that not even a speck would remain.

Therefore, he could not afford the slightest carelessness.

"Kid, how are things on your side?" She Jian's voice came through the communication token.

The two were in front and behind each other, echoing each other, and were not far apart, so they were still within the range of the communication token.

"Reporting to General, the probing skirmishes between us and the enemy are becoming more frequent. It seems the Xiongnu Army is not far away," Lin Yue said.

After a while, a voice came through the communication token again: "It seems to be similar everywhere. General Yang Xiong, from General Yang Wengzi's command—the one who came to help us earlier—also engaged the Xiongnu two hours ago. Not only did he not gain an advantage, but one of his Colonels was also lost."

Lin Yue was startled. A high-ranking officer had been lost so quickly, much faster than he had imagined.

"Do you know who is leading the enemy?" She Jian asked in a deep voice.

"Who?" Lin Yue asked.

"Modu, the Xiongnu Crown Prince Modu. He leads the Xiongnu's Left Army, directly confronting Yang Wengzi's Right Army.

That injured Colonel was usually fearless, but he was riddled with bloodied holes and was already dazed when he was rescued, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

I heard General Yang Xiong used many miraculous elixirs to save his life, and he has already been sent to the rear. But looking at his injuries, even if he recovers, he won't be able to return to the battlefield."

"Did you see it?" Lin Yue asked curiously.

"See what? Our left and right armies are a thousand li apart. Even if I could fly, I wouldn't have seen what happened two hours ago," She Jian said, somewhat speechless.

"Then how do you know so clearly?" Lin Yue asked again.

"We use communication tokens to relay messages between our armies, one passing it to the next, similar to a beacon relay, just not as fast, but not too late either." She Jian sighed, a little dissatisfied that his top subordinate was an idiot.

"Ah, it can be played like that?" Lin Yue immediately understood. He had momentarily forgotten this common tactic from later generations.

"Nonsense." She Jian grumbled, "It is said that General Yang Xiong also clashed with Modu, and his weapon was knocked away in less than ten exchanges. General Wang Li also met Modu once and guessed that Modu's strength has greatly improved.

I also fought Modu once; at that time, it was a draw, but I knew myself that if we fought a few more rounds, I would also lose. But I don't believe I have the strength to knock General Yang Xiong's weapon away in ten moves. Forget ten moves, I'm not confident I can even defeat General Yang Xiong.

So, it's certain that Modu has grown stronger.

Moreover, if the Xiongnu's left flank is Modu, their right flank won't be weak either, so be careful. If there's danger, contact me. I'm less than a hundred li behind you."

"Received." Lin Yue subconsciously said, holding the communication token, then realized his mistake and corrected himself: "Understood."

She Jian simply replied with a faint "Hmm" and ceased communication.

Lin Yue gazed into the distance, wondering who was leading the enemy Army and if Xing Daorong could resist, as A Rong was currently only a Second-Rate Military General.

"Army, accelerate forward!" Lin Yue commanded, and then the 30,000 White Horse Righteous Cavalry began to speed up!