The night in Han Sui's Army camp was brightly lit and bustling.
Han Sui sat in the main seat, a smile on his face, but his heart was filled with anxiety.
He knew the strength of Dong Zhuo's Army well; today's victory might only be temporary, and future battles were fraught with countless challenges and variables.
However, to reassure the other eight tribal leaders, Han Sui had to feign cheerfulness and force a smile.
He raised his wine cup, celebrating with everyone, while secretly pondering countermeasures in his heart.
The other eight tribal leaders were unaware of Han Sui's true thoughts; they were intoxicated by the current victory, obliviously following Han Sui in joyful celebration.
They toasted each other, laughing loudly, as if they had forgotten the cruelty of war and the uncertainties of the future.
Han Sui sat in the main seat, a look of triumph on his face, and raising his wine cup, he declared loudly, “Today's battle, we have achieved a great victory! This is the result of everyone's brave fighting!
Let us all raise our cups and toast to our victory!” Everyone responded in unison, the clear clinking of wine cups echoing throughout the entire large tent.
For a moment, the tent was bustling, everyone immersed in the joy of victory, fully enjoying this rare moment of celebration.
They chatted about future plans, envisioned even more glorious victories, as if they could already see the flag of victory flying high on the battlefield.
In this lively atmosphere, it seemed as if Dong Zhuo's power was nothing special, and they were confident that they could continue to advance triumphantly and achieve more victories in the upcoming battles.
Beneath this lively facade, Han Sui's worries hung over his heart like a dark cloud.
He knew that this war was far from over, and he had to maintain composure and confidence in front of everyone to lead them forward and respond to Dong Zhuo's Army's counterattack.
Compared to the bustling and noisy Han Sui's Army camp, Dong Zhuo's main tent was filled with a solemn and serious atmosphere.
Dong Zhuo sat in the main seat, his face ashen, his eyes revealing deep worry and anger.
He quickly made arrangements, first ordering the swift dispatch of the fierce general Hua Xiong to the central army.
Upon receiving the order, Hua Xiong galloped quickly, and his arrival brought Dong Zhuo a sense of relief.
Secondly, Dong Zhuo ordered Guo Si and Li Jue, two capable generals, to lead the Flying Bear Army to quickly return to their ambush positions.
These Flying Bear Army were the elite forces of Dong Zhuo's Army, and their swift return was crucial for stabilizing morale.
At this moment, the morale of the warriors in Dong Zhuo's Army was somewhat low due to the daytime defeat, having lost their usual high fighting spirit.
Dong Zhuo knew he had to take action to boost morale, so he ordered meat to be prepared for the soldiers and promised generous rewards after victory.
Under Dong Zhuo's meticulous arrangements, various matters in the army proceeded in an orderly manner, and he hoped that these measures would quickly turn the tide and regain the advantage on the battlefield.
The next day, it was another confrontation between the two armies.
After Han Sui and others had won yesterday, they all seemed complacent before the battle today.
When Han Sui's generals saw Dong Zhuo appear with his other generals, a chorus of boos immediately erupted.
However, Dong Zhuo did not show his usual anger; instead, he appeared calm and simply raised his hand, and Hua Xiong immediately spurred his horse forward to the front of the formation.
Hua Xiong, majestic and imposing, roared, “I am Hua Xiong of Guanzhong, who dares to fight me to the death!” His voice was like thunder, imposing and intimidating.
At that very moment, Liang Xing, a general from the allied forces, stepped forward and angrily shouted, “Hua Xiong, do not be so arrogant, Liang Xing is here to fight you!” With that, he swung his weapon and charged towards Hua Xiong.
The two instantly engaged in battle, swords and spears clashing, the fight in full swing.
In a blink of an eye, they had fought more than ten rounds, and Liang Xing gradually felt a bit out of his depth.
Behind him, Ma Wan and Cheng Yin, seeing this situation, worried that Liang Xing would be defeated, so they raised their spears and leaped onto their horses, charging towards Hua Xiong together.
For a moment, three generals jointly besieged Hua Xiong, and the scene was extremely intense.
At the same time, Dong Zhuo's generals, seeing three opponents Wai attacking Hua Xiong, could not restrain themselves and wanted to rush forward to help.
But Dong Zhuo waved his hand, stopping their actions.
The generals in Dong Zhuo's Army were puzzled and did not understand why Dong Zhuo did not allow them to go out and assist.
However, Dong Zhuo waved his hand; he had his own plans in mind, knowing that today's morale depended entirely on Hua Xiong, and thus hoped that Hua Xiong could display even greater strength in this battle, winning glory and confidence for his side.
Hua Xiong fought alone against three generals, his warhorse neighing beneath him, majestic and imposing.
He wielded the heavy and sharp great saber in his hand, each swing bringing a gust of wind, the sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air.
The three generals were not ordinary opponents; they unleashed their respective unique skills, engaging in a fierce struggle with Hua Xiong.
Liang Xing wielded his long saber, his saber techniques fierce, each strike accompanied by the sound of cutting air, attempting to break through Hua Xiong's defense; Ma Wan, holding a long spear, his spear shadows flying, continuously attacked Hua Xiong, trying to find a weakness; Cheng Yin, wielding a great saber, his saber shadows overlapping, cooperated with Liang Xing and Ma Wan, forming a siege.
However, Hua Xiong showed no fear; his face was stern, his eyes resolute.
His great saber was wielded impenetrably, deflecting the attacks of the three generals one by one.
At times he attacked proactively, his great saber cleaving with immense power, forcing the three generals to retreat repeatedly; at other times he defended flexibly, skillfully avoiding the sharp edges of the three generals, making their attacks miss.
After seventy or eighty rounds, Hua Xiong not only did not fall behind but even showed a tendency to suppress the three generals, his momentum like an insurmountable mountain, making the three generals feel immense pressure.
Seeing the tense situation on the battlefield, Han Sui signaled to his son-in-law, Yan Xing.
Yan Xing understood, squeezed his horse's belly with his legs, and his warhorse neighed as it charged forward, shouting loudly, “Three generals, rest for a moment, let me fight Hua Xiong!”
The three generals knew that Yan Xing's martial arts were far beyond what they could compare to, and although unwilling, they could only leave a few polite words and return to their formation reluctantly.
Hua Xiong, seeing his opponent change, showed no fear and roared, “Well met!”
Instantly, Hua Xiong and Yan Xing engaged in battle.
On the battlefield, saber light and spear shadows intertwined, and the sounds of killing were incessant.
Hua Xiong wielded his heavy and sharp great saber, each swing carrying the force of thunder, as if to cleave the heavens and earth.
His power surged like an overwhelming tide, each strike immensely powerful, making people tremble with fear.
Yan Xing, on the other hand, unleashed all his skills, his long spear dancing like a nimble snake, flexibly dodging Hua Xiong's attacks and seeking opportunities for counterattack.
His spear techniques were exquisitely superb, the sharp sound of his spear tip cutting through the air, making no one dare to underestimate him.
Two warhorses galloped across the battlefield, raising clouds of dust.
Hua Xiong and Yan Xing's figures appeared and disappeared in the dust, like ghosts.
Their speed was as fast as lightning, making them difficult to grasp.
Hua Xiong's roars and Yan Xing's shouts echoed one after another, shaking the sky.
Yan Xing was highly skilled in martial arts and had a long-standing reputation in the army.
He held a long spear, its tip gleaming with a cold light that sent shivers down one's spine.
Yan Xing's performance was indeed extraordinary.
As soon as he made his move, he displayed extraordinary strength, gradually suppressing Hua Xiong.
Yan Xing's long spear moved like a dragon emerging from water, flexible and unpredictable, continuously launching fierce attacks on Hua Xiong.
Hua Xiong felt the immense pressure from Yan Xing and began to resist with all his might.
The two generals fiercely clashed on the battlefield, saber light and spear shadows, back and forth, fighting an inseparable battle.
Yan Xing fought with increasing ferocity, his spear techniques becoming even more formidable, gradually making Hua Xiong unable to cope.
Hua Xiong was secretly alarmed, not expecting Yan Xing's strength to be so great that he could suppress himself.
But he did not retreat; instead, he resisted even more desperately.
The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and every move made by both sides was fraught with danger.
Yan Xing's offensive was as fierce as a storm, while Hua Xiong resisted with all his might.
The battle between the two attracted everyone's attention, and everyone watched this thrilling duel nervously.
As time passed, Hua Xiong gradually ran out of stamina.
His movements began to slow down, while Yan Xing remained energetic.
Yan Xing seized the opportunity and thrust his spear at Hua Xiong's vital point.
Hua Xiong was greatly alarmed and quickly dodged sideways.
But Yan Xing's attack was too swift, and Hua Xiong was still wounded in the arm.
After Hua Xiong was injured, he fell into an even greater predicament.
Yan Xing took the opportunity to launch an even fiercer attack, leaving Hua Xiong with almost no room to retaliate.
Dong Zhuo watched the battlefield from afar, and when he saw Hua Xiong, despite being wounded by Yan Xing, still fighting desperately, a hint of worry arose in his heart.
Although Hua Xiong was injured, his fighting spirit remained undiminished; he swung his great saber, stubbornly resisting Yan Xing's attacks.
Dong Zhuo knew Hua Xiong's bravery well and was unwilling to easily lose this great general, so he decisively ordered the retreat by sounding the gongs.
Han Sui's side, seeing Dong Zhuo sound the gongs for retreat, was about to pursue the victory when suddenly, shouts of battle came from both sides, and Guo Si and Li Jue, leading the long-ambushed Flying Bear Army, charged out like divine soldiers descending from the sky.
Han Sui and the others were caught off guard and taken by surprise.
The Flying Bear Army was exceptionally brave, engaging in a fierce melee with Han Sui's army.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with earth-shattering roars, and both sides fell into a bitter struggle.
The two armies fiercely clashed on the battlefield, suffering losses on both sides.
The soldiers fought bravely, defending their respective camps with blood and lives.
The battle lasted for a long time; both sides were exhausted, but neither was willing to easily give way.
Finally, in this brutal battle, both sides paid a heavy price.
The generals from both sides looked at each other, unable to gain an advantage, and could only withdraw their troops back to their respective camps.
