Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 215 Escape

Inside the tent—

"Fourth Prince, let's withdraw! They have built a new type of artillery vehicle that can not only shoot farther than us, but also faster than us!

We fired one shot, and they fired four or five shots, and their accuracy was better than ours! The first few shots were off by more than ten feet, but they were able to adjust right away. Even if we built another batch of artillery vehicles, the result would be the same.

Moreover, we have been struggling for so long, but we haven't even broken through their outer wall! They now have new artillery vehicles for defense, and it is difficult for us to even get close to the wall.

Moreover, they attacked us today and killed seven meng'an, four moukes, and even old General Tuyan - according to military law, all seven or eight meng'an and dozens of moukes under his command should be beheaded!"

The one who dissuaded was Shi Chunle, who was under Marshal Huiran.

Yelu Hanye sat in his seat, sweating profusely, gritting his teeth, but still unwilling to give in.

"…This was a surprise attack, and we cannot deal with the dead and wounded officers and subordinates according to military law. If there are any problems later, I will bear the consequences! Anyway, we must not retreat! It's just the death of a few generals, there's no need to retreat!"

Pushanrong, a subordinate of Yelu Hanye, also agreed: "I think so too. Since we can't break through, we can just lock the city and keep them here. When the reinforcements arrive, we can attack the city in full force."

Shi Chunle: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can this be compared? The specific situation is completely different from now. If you use the siege at that time to talk about now, it will not work at all! If we are really wasted here, we will be doomed if we run out of food. Moreover, we can't rely on artillery vehicles now..."

Pu Sanrong was also annoyed: "Bah! At the beginning you said that Sushui was not as strong as Lucheng, and those Yong people were cowardly and could not fight! Now you are shouting to retreat after a little setback, what is your intention?! According to what you said, can we never fight the Yong people in the future?!"

"Don't be so mad! I'm just talking about the facts!"

"Humph! I'm not being angry! This march south has cost us countless manpower and financial resources, and now we've lost so many generals. You just say you want to withdraw, and you can just pat your butt and leave with your marshal, and you can put all the blame for the defeat on the commander-in-chief later.

But how will the Fourth Prince explain your behavior? Losing troops without any success is a minor matter, but being ridiculed is a minor matter. But if your Marshal takes the opportunity to force you, how will the Fourth Prince lead the army in the future? ! "

"Fourth Prince, that is not what you meant... My Marshal would never do that either..."

Turning his head and seeing Yelu Hanye's expression, Shi Chunle knew - Pu Sanrong's words had made the conflict between the two sides so clear that no matter what he said, he would be regarded as having ulterior motives. It seemed that they were determined not to withdraw their troops. Those generals who could persuade Yelu Hanye were already dead, and no one could stop them. Things had come to this point...

Shi Chunle sighed: "...I am willing to obey the orders of the Fourth Prince."

Where there are people, there are disputes. The grassland seems to be united as a whole, but in fact, there are conflicts among the various branches. The grasslands rely on war to support war, but when their myth of winning every battle is broken, internal conflicts are also highlighted.

In the later battle, in order to weaken the capability of Zhitonghui's new artillery vehicles, they planned to extend the battle line and force the enemy to go out of the city to meet the enemy.

However, the Zhitonghui were not afraid. With their new weapons, they actually suppressed these grassland people who grew up on horseback. Their invincible cavalry also suffered a setback, and many of those tall and strong grassland soldiers wanted to retreat.

"My fellow soldiers from the supervision team, keep an eye on them! Any coward who dares to cowardly fight and desert will be killed! No one will be spared!" Looking at the defeated military department, Yelu Han was furious and shouted at the supervision team to maintain order.

However, the outcome of the war was already decided and the grassland side was doomed.

Too many soldiers were killed, and finally Yelu Hanye had to ride on horseback and abandon the city and run away - the only consolation for him was that there was basically nothing good left in the city.

"What a jerk! How could we, the dignified grassland cavalry, be chased like rabbits by the Yong people? Not only did we abandon our armor and helmets, but we also left behind many horses! We will be laughed at by other tribes in the future!"

"It's better to be laughed at than to lose your life!"

"Let's run! The Yong people's new crossbows are really powerful!"

The soldiers who followed them in fleeing lost their will to fight, and were even a little afraid of these Yong people who were armed with new weapons and in high spirits.

"Don't chase the desperate enemy. Kill the remaining cavalry one by one! Don't let any escape!"

The general led by the Zhitonghui called back his pursuing subordinates in time, surrounded and killed the remaining soldiers.

The grassland cavalry, abandoning their armor and weapons, chose to flee. Passing by a frozen river with withered yellow reeds, they suddenly saw a dark mass of people with such imposing momentum that even the ground was shaking slightly.

A mighty cavalry of different shape from theirs came, sweeping over the reeds, sending up millions of flying catkins, like snow, dust, and even light, as if they were drifting away to the horizon with the wind. They ran across the desert and the frozen river, and their horses' hooves stepped on the frozen bank, making the sound of the river ice tapping, like the pulse of the desert awakening.

"This is... the soldiers from Dayong?! How come they are here?!" Yelu Hanye narrowed his eyes and saw who was coming, he was filled with shock - the only place nearby that could mobilize soldiers was Wencheng, but these soldiers and generals in front of him were all locked up in the city, why did they suddenly think of coming here today? !

However, before Yelu Hanye could figure out the reason, this group of cavalrymen had a clear goal and were running straight towards them, so they were forced to engage in battle.

The enemy was the well-equipped and energetic Dayong army, while his side was just a defeated army with a scattered and defeated team. Yelu Hanye suddenly felt desperate... Could it be that all his wealth would be lost? Even if he returned alive, how could he be reused in the future?

Yelu Hanye knew very well that there was no chance of winning this battle, but he still believed that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. So after thinking it over, he ordered the other soldiers to meet the enemy, but he did not turn his horse around. Instead, he continued to flee on horseback with several generals and guards around him, sacrificing all the remaining soldiers to delay time. He looked so miserable and embarrassed.

The white knife swung and intercepted the silver light. The soldier's face was stained with blood. His arm guards were scattered and his helmets were in disarray. His back was covered with knife marks. Looking back, there was a murderous atmosphere all around. A blood mist rose up, and the wailing and sobbing never stopped.

"Those people in Zhitonghui are really capable. Are we too late?"

"Not really, at least it's stained with blood."

Without exception, all the remaining soldiers and horses were annihilated. The weapons and armor that could be taken away were stripped off, leaving only corpses on the ground. After circling the nearby area, this group of cavalry turned around and went back.

After the battle, the birds are silent and the mountains are silent. The night is long and the wind is rustling. Souls gather and the sky is dark. Ghosts gather and the clouds are thick. The sun is cold and the grass is short. The moon is bitter and the frost is white.

(The birds are silent, the mountains are still, the night is long, the wind is rustling. Souls are gathered, the sky is dark, ghosts gather, and the clouds are thick. The sun is cold, the grass is short, the moon is bitter, and the frost is white. The birds are silent, the mountains are still, the night is long, the wind is rustling. Souls are gathered, the sky is dark, ghosts gather, and the clouds are thick. The sun is cold, the grass is short, the moon is bitter, and the frost is white.)

(A mou refers to a helmet worn in ancient wars. It also refers to a kind of cooking utensil in ancient times, which functions as a pot. It is made of bronze or iron, with a wide mouth, a narrow neck, a lip, a bulging belly and a round bottom. It was popular in the Warring States Period and continued to be used until the early Han Dynasty. The helmet worn by ancient soldiers is similar to a mou, so it is called a "dou mou")

(Armband, protection for the arm, arm sleeve)

(Well, I won’t write about the battles in such detail, to avoid wasting a few chapters—you didn’t expect it, I’ve updated another chapter, hehehe.)