DLERB -Chapter 110 I’m Your Father! Hand Over the Cattle, Sheep, and Women!

The snowstorm stopped.

The Xiongnu guard who escaped looked like a dog with its spine broken.

Rolling and stumbling, he ran for an entire night.

Finally, he saw the familiar cluster of tents ahead.

It was the royal camp of the Huyan Tribe.

Its chieftain, Huyan Tu, was the fiercest wolf under Chanyu Touman’s command.

“King! King!”

The guard burst into Huyan Tu’s royal tent and dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Demons! There are demons!”

Huyan Tu was tearing into a roasted lamb leg, his mouth greasy with fat.

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at the scout he had sent out.

“What demons?”

“Qin soldiers! A Qin army!”

The guard’s voice shook violently.

“They charged out from the White-Hair Storm!”

“They don’t eat, don’t drink, don’t sleep!”

“Every one of them rides three monster horses!”

The guard shouted out his experiences from the previous night, exaggerating every detail.

He expected to see shock and fear on his king’s face.

Instead, Huyan Tu calmly set down the lamb leg.

Then wiped the grease from his hands.

“How many men?”

“Ei-eight hundred.”

“Eight hundred?”

Huyan Tu laughed.

Walking up to the guard, he kicked him square in the chest.

“Trash!”

“Eight hundred Qin men scared you into this state?”

“And three monster horses? I think the snowstorm froze your brain!”

Huyan Tu turned around and pulled the curved saber hanging inside the tent from its rack.

“Warriors!”

He strode out of the royal tent, his voice echoing through the entire camp.

“A flock of lost Qin sheep has wandered right to our doorstep!”

“There are only eight hundred of them!”

“Who among you is willing to follow me and twist off their heads to use as chamber pots?!”

“AOOO!”

“AOOO!”

Beast-like howls erupted across the camp.

Three thousand cavalrymen of the Huyan Tribe quickly assembled.

Huyan Tu mounted his horse, a greedy and savage grin on his face.

He did not believe in any “demon army.”

In his eyes, this was merely a group of unlucky Qin scouts who had wandered into the grasslands.

Free military merit delivered to his doorstep.

“Move out!”

“Crush them!”

Three thousand cavalry surged forward like a dark torrent, charging fiercely in the direction pointed out by the scout.

…

At the same time—

At a wind-sheltered slope fifty li away from the Huyan Tribe’s departure point—

The eight hundred Qin cavalrymen were resting.

“Ninth Young Master, we’re really not leaving?”

While gnawing on dried raw meat, Wang Li anxiously looked toward Ying Ziye.

“That bastard who escaped definitely sold us out.”

“By now, the Xiongnu army is probably already on its way!”

Qinglong had just untied Ying Ziye from the horse, and the boy was sitting on the ground, drawing something with a tree branch.

Without even lifting his head, he replied:

“What’s the rush?”

“Let them run for a while.”

“Once the horses are tired, they’ll be easier to kill.”

Wang Li leaned over to look.

On the ground was a crude map.

Ying Ziye drew a curved line across it with his finger.

“They’ll come from here.”

Then he drew another, much longer arc that looped behind the first route.

“And we…”

“…will meet them from here.”

Wang Li’s eyes widened.

Wasn’t this a flanking maneuver?

But this was the endless grassland.

How did the Ninth Young Master know the enemy would definitely take that route?

And how could he guarantee they would arrive perfectly behind them?

Ying Ziye withdrew his hand and brushed the dirt off his fingers.

Then he took out the brass compass from his robes.

The needle had stabilized once more, firmly pointing south.

“Because of the wind.”

Ying Ziye pointed toward the sky.

“Today, the wind is blowing from the northwest.”

“If cavalry rides against the wind, horse stamina consumption doubles.”

“Huyan Tu isn’t stupid. He’ll definitely choose to ride with the wind and circle around through the eastern valley.”

“That’s the easiest and fastest route.”

Wang Li and the centurions gathered nearby stared at him in complete shock.

You could calculate warfare like this?

This wasn’t warfare at all.

This was a god reading fate itself!

“Alright.”

Ying Ziye stood up.

“Rest time’s over.”

“The entire army will change horses. We’re going to deliver a grand gift to King Huyan Tu.”

The eight hundred cavalrymen silently set out once more.

This time, they did not force-march.

Like a pack of patient hunters, they made a massive detour.

By dusk—

They climbed onto a high slope.

Wang Li raised his telescope.

In the distance, along the horizon, he saw a black line slowly moving.

It was Huyan Tu’s three thousand cavalry.

After riding all day, both men and horses were exhausted, and they were searching for a place to set up camp.

Meanwhile—

The Qin army was directly behind them.

“My heavens…”

Wang Li lowered the telescope and looked at Ying Ziye with fanatical worship in his eyes.

“Ninth Young Master… are you… some kind of immortal?”

Ying Ziye ignored him.

He simply stared at the enemy army in the distance—

Like a hunter gazing upon prey already dead.

“I really enjoy seeing you all act like country bumpkins who’ve never seen the world before.”

…

Night.

So dark you could not see your own hand.

Several bonfires burned within Huyan Tu’s camp.

After a full day of hard riding, their vigilance had dropped to the lowest point.

In their minds, the eight hundred Qin cavalry had surely fled in terror already.

On the high slope—

Ying Ziye issued a series of bizarre orders.

“Gather all the leftover cattle bones and sheep bones.”

“And all the junk metal we seized.”

“Tie everything to the tails of the spare horses.”

Though confused, the soldiers obeyed immediately.

Very soon, more than three hundred spare warhorses had their tails covered with clanking junk.

“Split off one hundred men.”

“Drive these horses from three directions toward the enemy camp.”

Ying Ziye’s voice sounded especially cold beneath the night wind.

“Do not charge in.”

“Circle around the camp.”

“The louder the noise, the better.”

“As for the rest of you…”

Ying Ziye looked toward Wang Li and Fusu.

“Follow me.”

“We’ll stab them straight through from behind.”

Wang Li licked his cracked lips. The light in his eyes looked ready to devour people.

Fusu tightened his grip on the Qin sword in his hand and said nothing.

But in the darkness, his eyes shone brighter than wolves.

“Move!”

The moment Ying Ziye gave the order—

RUMBLE—!

Three hundred driven warhorses charged downhill like maniacs from three directions, dragging countless bones and iron scraps behind them.

The noise sounded like mountains collapsing and earth splitting apart.

As though tens of thousands of soldiers had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The sleeping Xiongnu warriors were jolted awake instantly.

“Enemy attack!!”

“It’s the Qin main army!!”

“Heavens! How many are there?!”

In the darkness, they could see nothing.

They could only hear the deafening thunder coming from all directions.

The camp exploded into chaos.

Everyone lost their minds.

Men burst from their tents, scrambling wildly onto horses in desperate attempts to flee.

Humans and horses crushed into each other, trampling one another underfoot.

Huyan Tu burst from his royal tent without even putting on armor, saber in hand, roaring at the top of his lungs.

“Don’t panic! Hold formation!”

“It’s a trap!”

But his voice was completely swallowed by the overwhelming chaos.

Then—

From the rear of the camp—

Its weakest point—

Bzzzz—

The arrow rain arrived.

Silent.

Deadly.

Groups of Xiongnu cavalrymen toppled from their horses in waves.

Leading seven hundred Qin cavalrymen, Wang Li crashed into the chaos like a sharp dagger stabbing deep into flesh.

Ying Ziye, tied to his horse by Qinglong, did not participate in the charge.

Instead, he leisurely appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

From the saddle, he removed a strange object made from ox horn and iron plates.

He cleared his throat.

Then, using all his strength, shouted through the crude loudspeaker toward the chaotic battlefield in terrible Xiongnu language:

“I am Chanyu Touman’s father!”

The sound was enormous, twisted, shrill, and piercing, echoing across the entire battlefield.

Wang Li, who was in the middle of slaughtering enemies, trembled so hard he nearly threw away his sword.

Every fleeing Xiongnu warrior heard the unbelievably insulting declaration.

Their minds went blank.

Then—

A second shout rang out across the battlefield.

“Sons! Hurry up and hand over your cattle, sheep, and mothers!!”