"Go, charge out, increase the speed to the maximum outside, block that guy, I’ll finish him off, and I’ll share the credit with you!" Xiahou Dun laughed wildly as he said this, spurring his horse towards the northeast. Once he was out of the battlefield, nothing could hinder him, and his speed was far beyond that of Qiu Linbei.

Their speed was astonishing once they exited the battlefield, and in a very short time, they circled around to the northeast, while Qiu Linbei was still struggling within the battlefield.

Zhou Yu’s battlefield setup had now fully emerged, with chaos reigning in the central part of the battlefield. The Han Army and the Northern Huns’ elite troops were engaged in a fierce melee there. However, unlike their opponents, the Han Army maintained an orderly advance and retreat. As soon as someone was seriously injured, they quickly withdrew and were replaced by others.

In the comings and goings, as long as they were not killed on the spot, the injured soldiers of the Han Army would immediately use topical medicine to control their injuries and then retreat to the perimeter. Once they slightly retreated and reached the second line of defense, someone would naturally treat them.

With this continuous cycle, the casualty rate of the Han Army soldiers kept declining. By the time the three-layer encirclement was fully overlapped and interwoven, Zhou Yu began to control the situation, curbing the intensity of the battle and allowing more soldiers to experience this kind of large-scale joint combat.

This, in turn, made the situation increasingly stable, and the Han Army became increasingly adept at advancing and retreating with ease, a crucial reason why Zhou Yu continued testing and making progress.

To this extent, it was more about forging the Han Army’s elite using the elite of the Northern Huns. In the melee of 600,000 troops and the clash of over 300,000 elite soldiers, Zhou Yu had never thought that he could command a war of such magnitude before.

If Zhou Yu had doubts about himself before, he was now finally confident that he was born for war and truly had this potential.

Although he could not yet command effortlessly or control tens of thousands of troops with the ease of an arm, Zhou Yu was now aware of his potential. Given ten more such wars, or even just five, he was confident that he could challenge any renowned general in history.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yu knew that such a monumental war was a rarity, even from the times of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, excluding those legendary myths. Wars that could compare were few and far between, and he was fortunate to participate as a commander, which was enough to secure his place in history.

Having experienced such a war, Zhou Yu was already very satisfied. A war of this scale, for which he served as commander and achieved victory, was enough to place him at the pinnacle of generals across the ages. It was only a pity that this was not his limit, and it was equally regrettable that if there were no more wars of this level in the future, he might never see his own limits in this lifetime.

Of course, Zhou Yu was completely unaware that in the future, he would unexpectedly find himself involved in eminent wars of this scale quite frequently.

Although wars involving more than 200,000 troops were not frequent, they were not limited to just one or two, with varying outcomes. However, Zhou Yu, who rode the tide of this era and earned the title of world-class commander with his fist, could not possibly have had few opportunities to wield the sword.

In the naval battles of the Indian Ocean, Zhou Yu was involved in almost 70% of the major battles, and the remaining 30% all fell on Gan Ning’s shoulders. Gan Ning worked tirelessly during the second half of his life, taking great risks, but unfortunately, even so, he vacillated between the title of renowned general and that of a prominent commander in future historical evaluations.

"Should we end it now or...?" Having completely controlled the situation, Zhou Yu asked, as every route of military officers was already in place, fully suppressing the might of the Northern Huns. Though it seemed that the Northern Huns still had a chance, in reality, they were cornered beasts in a cage.

"Up to you," Chen Xi looked at Zhou Yu and said, "Use whatever means you have at your disposal; the Northern Huns may appear unwilling to yield now. You could stall and drill the soldiers, as long as you can keep it in check, but don’t be too partial."

"Then I’ll send a message to Grand Commandant Liu and Minister of Works Cao," Zhou Yu, seeing that Chen Xi was also in agreement, immediately turned to consult Xun Yu.

"Send the message. If Lord Xuande and Lord Cao continue to kill, our military strength may soon slaughter all the Northern Huns. If the goal is to drill soldiers, it’s better to withdraw," said Chen Xi calmly, now able to remain indifferent to death on the battlefield.

If it had been in the past, Chen Xi might have rejected Zhou Yu’s proposal, since the sooner the Northern Huns collapsed, the fewer Han Army soldiers would die. The longer it dragged on, even with Zhou Yu’s regulation and frontline middle-level commanders’ dispatch, along with doctors’ timely treatment, casualties would not be few.

Now, having witnessed so much life and death, Chen Xi was already hardened to issuing such orders; the elite troops of the Han Army needed such large-scale slaughter to improve their combat experience.

"Rest assured, I will keep the casualty rate very low. After all, Physician Hua has already produced a large amount of high-quality blood clotting medicine, which is highly effective for sword wounds. As long as they are not killed outright on the battlefield, it won’t be too dangerous," Zhou Yu said confidently.

Chen Xi looked up at the sky, suddenly recalling what Li Youu said about the Xiliang Iron Cavalry training game that was indispensable. What Zhou Yu was doing now was pretty much the same, with the difference that this time, they could go all out.

"I have an inexplicable feeling that Wen Ru’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry not being here is a bit of a waste," Chen Xi murmured, stroking his chin, while Liu Ye and those unaware of the matter couldn’t help but frown.