Huo Qubing — Milk-Reeking Greenhorn

Huo Qubing That milk-reeking greenhorn An unbearded little brat like him dare to invade our Xiongnu court?

Seeking his own death. Huo Qubing relies on nothing but brute courage. The Han army crossed the desert, deep,

supplies long cut off. Men exhausted, horses spent, their arrows are nearly spent. Exactly.

Don't spoil the Great Khan's fun. Our main camp has forty thousand elite, three camps locking arms. The Han troops, even with wings,

couldn't fly in here. Pass the order— just tighten the patrols. No need to fuss.

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