The aftermath of the battle was a obvious testament of low level troops against one higher then them
The Huns all of them just have average strength of level 1 and to overwhelming might of level 2 and hung numerous of level 1 are Long Su's forces.
Even though long su can't read their information but his feelings can feel their strength
The once-proud Hun warriors had been reduced to little more than a grisly tapestry of death and dismemberment, their lifeless forms strewn across the blood-soaked earth.
Severed limbs and sundered torsos bore mute witness to the ferocity of the conflict, while the stench of death hung heavy in the air.
Despite fielding a force of merely 100,000 skeleton slaves ,30,000 skeletal militiamen and 1,000 skeletal soldiers it thanks to the 10 million golden coins to allowing him to have this numbers army
Even though his seed world can have this numbers soldiers but it will be very crowded but now in Qin Empire he can summon as mony units as he wants
Long Su had orchestrated a devastating rout of the 5,000-strong Hun cavalry.
This skirmish had served as a brutal test of the Huns' strength, and their inability to withstand the relentless onslaught of Long Su's units
In the face of such an unyielding foe, the Huns' level had been laid bare, their prowess deemed inferior, with a value of 1 or even less.
The absence of women and children within the camp was a stark reminder of its nefarious purpose: a staging ground for plundering and pillaging the territories of the Qin people.
The Huns had sown the seeds of destruction, and their bitter harvest had come in the form of Long Su's wrath.
Long Su surveyed the camp with a dispassionate gaze.
his eyes lingering on the broken bodies of the fallen Huns. "Zhang Han," he intoned, his voice as steady and unyielding as the stone of the Great Wall itself, "gather their horses. They shall serve us now."
"As you command, Your Highness," replied Zhang Han, his voice tinged with reverence and obedience. With a solemn nod, he set about the task of corralling the steeds, their newfound purpose a stark reminder of the shifting tides of war.
As the last vestiges of conflict were cleared away, the army resumed its inexorable march toward the Great Wall. Each step brought them closer to their goal.
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The Great Wall, a colossal edifice of stone and earth, snaked its way across the landscape like the spine of some slumbering leviathan.
This monumental barricade had been erected to withstand the relentless onslaught of the Xiongnu hordes, a testament to the ingenuity and resolve of the Qin Empire.
At the behest of their Emperor, Meng Tian had been entrusted with the defense of the Wall.
His 300,000 elite soldiers were bolstered by a civilian workforce numbering between 500,000 and 700,000 strong and young males.
Day by day, their efforts saw the Wall expand and fortify, transforming it into an impenetrable iron curtain against the tides of foreign aggression.
The vast expanse of the Wall necessitated a strategic deployment of troops, with large garrisons stationed at critical junctures, their vigilant eyes ever trained upon the horizon.
Smaller detachments would traverse the length of the Wall, their patrols a constant reminder of the Empire's unflinching vigilance.
On this seemingly ordinary day, the soldiers of the Wall adhered to their well-worn routines, their dedication unwavering in the face of monotony.
Among them was Dong Xiang, a small commander of a hundred men, his weathered gaze fixed upon the distant vista as he led his troops on yet another patrol.
It was then that a peculiar sight seized his attention: a churning cloud of dust on the horizon, swelling like a storm in the desert.
Dong Xiang required only a moment to assess the situation, his voice ringing with authority as he bellowed his commands.
"The Huns approach! Yi Shun, hasten to the commander camp and report our plight! The rest of you, spread out and steel yourselves for battle!"
With a swift salute,
Yi Shun sped off toward the commander's encampment, his form swallowed by the undulating terrain.
Meanwhile, the remaining 99 soldiers fanned out along the wall, their weapons at the ready and their voices ringing as one.
"For Daqin!" they cried, their battle cry a defiant challenge to the encroaching enemy.
As the enemy drew ever closer, the soldiers thought that the huns attacks
As the Great Wall protector army braced themselves for the inevitable clash of steel and sinew,
Their unwavering resolve is a testament to their devotion to the mighty Qin Empire.
The sun beat down upon the arid landscape, and a spectacle of bone and malevolence crested the horizon.
The skeletal army, with its relentless march and macabre dance of death, advanced to within five miles of the Great Wall.
From the lofty vantage point of the Wall's ramparts, keen-eyed sentries could discern the features of those below, even at a distance of ten miles.
But on this day, the sights that greeted them defied belief, instilling terror in the hearts of the staunchest warriors.
A sea of skeletal figures, grotesquely humanoid in form, shambled forth, their bony frames adorned with the tools of war.
The soldiers of the Qin Empire, confronted with this ghastly horde, felt the icy fingers of fear clutch at their hearts.
Their faces, hardened by years of conflict and strife, were now twisted into masks of horror and disbelief.
Dong Xiang, perceiving the unease that permeated his ranks, bellowed a rallying cry to stir his soldiers from their stupor.
"Oh, soldiers of Qin, are you cowards now?" He thundered, his voice laced with equal parts scorn and determination. "Do you wish to flee before this vile monsters?"
The soldiers, whose honor as warriors of Qin was challenged by their commander's words, roused themselves from their terror-induced paralysis.
"Wind!"
They shouted as one, invoking the elemental force that would carry their arrows to the heart of the skeletal horde.
Though fear still lingered in their eyes, their resolve to defend their home and loved ones blazed fiercely in their hearts.
The fate of the Great Wall and the fate of their families were inextricably bound, and the weight of this knowledge steeled their spines against the encroaching menace.
As the eerie symphony of rattling bones drew ever closer, the soldiers of the Qin Empire stood as a living bulwark.
Dong Xiang, acutely aware of the importance of morale in the face of such an otherworldly threat, barked an order without turning to face his troops.
"Yi Junjie, make haste and inform the head general of these skeletal abominations. and ensure that our leaders are aware of the monstrous we now face."
His voice, though steady, betrayed the disquiet that roiled within him, and he was grateful for the concealment provided by his helmet.
Meanwhile, Yi Shun, his lungs burning from exertion, arrived at the encampment housing the formidable force of 50,000 soldiers tasked with defending this crucial section of the Great Wall.
These elite warriors, resolute and unwavering in their duty, stood as a bulwark against the darkness that threatened their homeland.
A soldier, his face taut with urgency, approached the newly arrived messenger.
"General, a report has come," he relayed breathlessly. "The Huns attack, and a hundred-man general leads his forces to defend the Wall."
General Meng Ti, his eyes blazing with martial spirit, responded with unwavering resolve.
"Gather the army; we march at once," he commanded, his voice ringing with authority. "Also, dispatch a messenger to the head general and apprise him of our situation."
Though he bore no familial ties to the illustrious Meng clan, General Meng Ti's exceptional leadership and strategic acumen had earned him the esteem of his peers and the loyalty of his troops.
As a general of 50,000 strong men, he was the embodiment of military prowess.
an indomitable figure who stood as a bastion against the encroaching storm.
As the soldiers hastened to carry out their orders, the air crackled with anticipation.
the grim determination of warriors poised to defend their homes, their families, and the legacy of their empire.
The Great Wall, an ancient sentinel, bore witness to the gathering storm; its weathered stones and battlements are a testament to the unyielding spirit of the Qin people.