usatvline Chapter 87 Loss of Command and Integrity
Chapter 87 Loss of Command and Integrity
Chapter 87 Loss of Command and Integrity
Before Zang Min could say anything more...
His words were interrupted by the jolting of the horses and the Xianbei people blocking his way.
In front of him.
His former subordinates, Sun Jian and Sun Jing, led a group of chivalrous knights and elite Han cavalry from Wu, fighting a bloody battle, breaking through layers of Xianbei people, and escorting him to escape to other places.
And behind him.
More importantly, there were the men of Youji who, under his leadership, should have been clad in armor, forming a formidable cavalry force, defeating the Xianbei, their horses' heads adorned with severed skulls, and returning home with their heads held high.
At this moment, like harvested wheat and crops, headless corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing freely, staining large areas of the camp red.
The envoys, who originally stood in their own camp and symbolized the dignity of imperial power, were all taken down by the Xianbei people and waved around like toys, trampling on the ground.
Looking at this scene.
Zang Min, the Xiongnu general, instantly had tears in his eyes.
He straightened up from his horse and shouted sternly at Sun Jian, who was leading the fleeing troops ahead.
"Wentai! Go back!"
"Go back!"
"Min's soldiers and envoys are all in the camp! If Min leaves first, how can he face the people of his village and the Emperor when he returns?"
"Min will live and die with his soldiers! Raise my banner and rally them!"
Sun Jian, who was at the forefront, was originally a hero of Wu. However, due to the irreversible situation, he had to lead his men to protect Zang Min and leave first.
Hearing his own general's rather heroic words, he was immediately filled with excitement. He gritted his teeth and repeatedly reined in his horse, which slowed down slightly, as if he really wanted to turn back to save him.
only...
His horse has just slowed down!
A bone arrow appeared out of nowhere!
It pierced straight into Sun Jian's left arm, causing him to stagger!
The numerous Xianbei cavalrymen in the surrounding area took the opportunity to approach, almost surrounding the hundreds of Han cavalrymen who had been hastily assembled.
"Elder brother!" Seeing his elder brother wounded by an arrow, Sun Jing's eyes widened in horror. He immediately drew his sword and helped Sun Jian cut off the shaft of the bone arrow in his left arm.
"There are too many Xianbei! If we really turn back, I'm afraid the General and I will all perish inside!"
Sun Jian barely managed to steady himself, his eyes instantly turning red. He took a deep breath and whispered to Zang Min behind him.
"General, I'm sorry."
"We can't turn back now; we can't save them!"
Then, he straightened up again, used his hand to forcefully throw the arrow shaft he had just cut out forward, and it pierced straight into the throat of the Xianbei man blocking the front.
The Xianbei cavalrymen fell to the ground instantly!
Such strength and accuracy terrified the Xianbei people, who had been eager to attack after believing they had killed such a fierce general, causing them to hesitate and dare not advance.
The Han cavalry cheered!
Sun Jian raised his head and let out a long roar, addressing the Han cavalry around him in a loud voice!
"Gentlemen!"
"Walk!"
"Walk!"
The Han cavalrymen responded in unison.
Say it!
Sun Jian, wielding a long spear, rode straight ahead. With a single thrust, a flick, and a sweep, he killed three or four Xianbei men, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks!
Several hundred Han cavalrymen followed closely behind Sun Jian, protecting Zang Min as he charged out from the center.
in front of you.
Led by Sun Jian, the Han cavalry who had cleared a path for him fell one after another.
Behind.
The soldiers who failed to keep up, seeing no way out, picked up their weapons without being ordered, formed a battle formation, and turned back to fight, covering the rear for Zang Min, who had always treated them well.
Let's look back and look forward.
Even the renowned general Zang Min, who had been on the battlefield for over a decade, was ultimately powerless in the chaos of battle.
He couldn't bear to look at it, lowered his head, and couldn't help but cover his face and weep bitterly.
"Zang Min was incompetent, and lost his army and his integrity."
The sandalwood tree stands high up.
The flickering flames were reflected in his eyes.
The camps, generals, armor, weapons, and craftsmen that the Han people have always been proud of—these terrifying things that could wipe out countless tribes—can be destroyed in an instant by a mediocre general and a single, utterly inflamed flame.
Inside the Han army camp.
Suddenly, hundreds of elite cavalrymen charged out, broke through the encirclement, and fled into the distance.
His gaze was suddenly drawn to this elite cavalry.
"king."
"Should we go after them?"
Seeing the change in Tan Shihuai's expression, a young Xianbei general beside him quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
Tan Shihua shook his head slightly.
"He's just an incompetent Han Chinese general. Let whoever wants to chase him go after him."
"The important thing is the armor of these Han people, as well as the craftsmen."
There was a pause.
Tan Shihuai sighed again, a look of weariness appearing in his eyes.
"Although I have already given instructions, I still trouble you to personally lead men to protect those Han Chinese craftsmen, and make sure no fool kills them!"
"These leaders are ultimately too short-sighted."
"yes!"
The young Xianbei general, his face filled with fervor, bowed his head in agreement and retreated repeatedly.
In a short time.
There were no other hands beside Tan Shihuai.
The sandalwood tree stands high up.
He remained motionless for a long time.
The autumn winds of the desert blew, fueling the fireworks in the camp.
Suddenly.
Inside the camp, two groups of Xianbei cavalrymen actually fought over a group of Han Chinese artisans, causing chaos and allowing a large number of Han Chinese to escape from the camp.
Many Xianbei people, carrying the money and goods they had seized from the Han army camp, scattered and fled, completely disregarding the fact that their king was still standing on the hillside outside.
Seeing this scene.
Tan Shihuai closed his eyes slightly, his lips parted slightly, and finally, with a mocking tone, he uttered a sentence.
"That's how it should be."
Several days later.
The fire was finally extinguished.
The once bustling camp has fallen into desolation once again.
After looting, the Xianbei people drove a large number of Han prisoners, most of the Han artisans who had been killed by the Xianbei fools, and a large amount of undamaged armor and weapons sufficient to arm thousands of people, away into the depths of the desert.
I felt the Xianbei people finally leaving.
Right outside the abandoned Han army camp, amidst piles of Han army corpses.
A young man with extremely large ears, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, moved very lightly, sat up from the group of dead, and hid behind them, quietly observing the surrounding situation.
Although the Xianbei people had already left yesterday.
But he still lay down with his dead comrade for a whole night before daring to open his eyes and resume his movements.
They saw that the Xianbei people had indeed left.
The young man, whose arms were also exceptionally long, casually picked out a relatively intact robe from one of his comrades and put it on.
He then picked through the large number of discarded swords and blades, selecting a longsword with relatively few nicks and slung it across his waist.
As he did these things, his face was full of helplessness.
"If only I had known..."
"I shouldn't have set off so hastily to join the army in Yunzhong after receiving Qianzijing's letter."
"This way, the journey wouldn't be too rushed, and I wouldn't miss the troop deployment in Yunzhong or be able to return to Daijun. In the end, I could only follow under the command of this Xiongnu general."
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