Chapter 470: A crushing defeat
Unstoppable and unstoppable.
The three thousand disciples who were highly skilled in martial arts and well versed in battle formations exerted a power far beyond Mi Sui's imagination.
This battle, which he considered a suicidal battle, ended before it even began.
After experiencing the first wave of attacks and breaking into the royal court, those Xiongnu nobles, who Mi Sui thought would fight to the death, all came forward with smiles on their faces.
Facing Ying Chengjiao, who was dressed as Prince Maodun, he looked at the black-armored guards behind him and waved his hand to ask the Hun warriors who seemed to be ready to fight to the death to retreat.
Mi Sui didn't understand why this happened. If it were in Qin State, when the First Emperor was on tour, Crown Prince Ying Fusu would lead a surprise attack of thousands of miles to attack Xianyang.
What will greet the prince will definitely not be smiling faces, but the most elite city defense troops of Qin State, except for the Iron Eagle Swordsmen.
These veterans who have fought in the battlefield will express their loyalty to the distant First Emperor with the Qin swords in their hands and the blood of the prince.
Among the many large tribes near the royal court, only three sent warriors. It was more like they were gathering information rather than questioning, and they left after learning about the current situation of the royal court.
Many years later, when Mi Sui recalled this battle, he could only mention the bright silver armor, but he had no idea how fierce the battle was.
Admiring the strong is not just a tradition in the desert, the Qin people also admire the strong.
But no matter how strong Mu Qiang was, Mi Sui had never seen anything so easy. Aren't they afraid that Touman will come back to settle accounts?
Ying Chengjiao started the liquidation first.
Surrounded by three thousand retainers, he did not enter the king's tent, nor did he dismount his horse.
According to the information he obtained from Prince Maodun, he found out Touman's favorite concubine, Yanshi, and the little prince who had just learned to walk and was designated by Touman to replace Maodun.
kill.
No procrastination, no nonsense.
Ying Chengjiao ordered all the royal court soldiers to line up in a row of 500 people, draw their bows and shoot arrows, and aim at the mother and son who were crying heartbreakingly. The three thousand men in black armor also drew their bows and shot arrows at these soldiers.
"After I shoot, anyone who doesn't shoot will die."
He spoke lightly, then casually bent the bow and drew the arrow, without even drawing the bow for half a month.
The arrow flew out slowly and landed in front of the most favored mother and child.
The Hun soldiers in the first row gritted their teeth, their hands trembled, and they didn't shoot a single arrow.
The three thousand black-armored guards shot their arrows without any hesitation. They drew their bows fully and shot out sharp arrows one after another. The three thousand arrows nailed the five hundred warriors to death.
Blood splattered and there were cries of pain.
The warriors who were not shot in the vital parts were pierced with arrows, and they were covered with thorns like the porcupines rarely seen in the desert.
Some warriors who were unwilling to die aimed their bows and arrows at Ying Chengjiao, who was wearing bright silver armor. After a round of arrows, they shot him to death with a random sword.
Ying Chengjiao was too lazy to move. He patted the head of his warhorse, which was somewhat stressed by the arrows, and continued in his light voice:
"Next row."
Another five hundred people stood on the bloody ground, and they could smell the blood of their fellow soldiers who were just alive and kicking.
They bent their bows, put arrows on them, and looked at the little prince, Yanshi, who was the most favored by the Chanyu, and was so frightened that he was out of his wits.
After the arrow flew effortlessly in the air, he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and wanted to let go.
At the moment of struggle, the remaining power of Touman Chanyu in the past came to his mind. In the end, only a few soldiers' arrows flew out, crookedly, and still not far away from the arrows shot casually by Ying Chengjiao.
Ying Chengjiao ordered his followers to bring out several people who shot arrows within thirty steps, and ordered all the soldiers in the second row to be shot to death.
There were several more rounds of arrow rain.
Another row of corpses.
The bright red blood remains unchanged, the wails of pain remain unchanged, the only thing that changes is the people who are lost.
"My Xiongnu warriors can't even draw a bow?
"This enchantress is no more than a hundred steps away from you. If you can't shoot her within a foot of you, you will be killed.
"Next row."
The extremely severe punishment and the torture between life and death were unbearable for many soldiers. They rioted and ran towards the man in silver armor with scimitars in hand.
"Those who do not raise their troops and remain where they are will not be killed!"
With a spear and a horse, the man in silver armor rushed forward, followed by the man in black armor.
A battle even simpler than the previous one to break through the royal court guards, a naked massacre.
The corpses lay under the horses' hooves. Ying Chengjiao looked at the Hun soldiers who were standing there and had dropped their bows and arrows and scimitars, and blew a whistle to attract everyone's attention.
"All the Xiongnu warriors, pick up your bows and arrows..."
Mi Sui, who was at the end of the three thousand guests, did not hear the sound behind them. There were at least 20,000 Xiongnu soldiers left, who were all picking up the pieces. The sparse noise drowned out Ying Chengjiao's words.
The next moment, 20,000 arrows turned into a black cloud and rushed towards the mother and son who were unable to cry...
Gaoque City.
When the Hun army arrived at the city, they saw Hun soldiers with the same skin color and body shape as them.
These Hun soldiers were not wearing black armor, and seemed much easier to kill than those black-armored soldiers who were invulnerable to swords and guns.
It’s just that this number of people... was a bit beyond Tusha and Laozhong’s expectations.
Forty thousand is a bit too many. They only have forty thousand people.
In addition, behind those skinny and pale Hun soldiers who looked like they came from a small tribe, there was another extremely conspicuous presence.
A high platform made of loess, more than two meters high.
The distance was too far, and I could only see it vaguely. It seemed to be a big drum from the Central Plains, placed upright.
A little abnormal.
If it were in the Central Plains, no matter how brave the general was, he would hesitate for a moment.
But this is a desert.
Lao Zhong, Tusha looked down on the Huns from these small tribes from the bottom of his heart. Whether in terms of daily food and training, their warriors were much better than their fellow tribesmen who were not fierce enough even with scimitars.
Without the black armor, there are more than 40,000 people. It would only take a while to kill a few more of them and take them back as slaves.
They had already sent scouts to investigate and found that Qin had not sent any troops to help, and there were no troops within a radius of twenty miles.
"Show those traitors on the other side what a true warrior is!"
The 40,000 Xiongnu troops coming from Langxu Mountain charged forward, sweeping down like a torrent, determined to break through Gaoque...
"In the Central Plains, when we engage in siege warfare, the attackers must outnumber the defenders by ten to one. But there are no cities in the desert, so the defenders really don't have any advantage at all."
Standing at the foot of the loess platform, Ying Jianglu, dressed in black, put down his telescope, sighed, and said with regret:
"If we can build a wall two feet high, no, one foot high, these 40,000 Huns who dare to charge at our high tower will be courting death."
"Don't worry, Third Young Master. Chang'an Jun already has a plan. All you need to do is..."
"Kuai Zhuang, what do you think of me compared to my elder brother?"
Having his words interrupted, Wei Zhuang lowered his head and said nothing.
He would not participate in such topics. Speaking of the good points of the prince would offend the Third Young Master who was in charge. Speaking of the good points of the Third Young Master, he might die suddenly one day. Many people died inexplicably in the northwest in the past few months.
The pair of leather boots worn by the Huns in his sight moved. Wei Zhuang looked up and saw Ying Jianglu climbing the steps to the platform.
"Third Young Master! You..."
As he spoke, he winked at the soldiers beside him, asking them to pull down Ying Jianglu who was climbing up the platform.
Although this high platform was at the rear of the 40,000 Huns, it was still extremely unsafe. The Hu prime minister, Wei Zhuang, was well aware of the gap between the Huns at the foot of the holy mountain and the Huns at the edge of the desert.
I can't stop it, absolutely can't stop it...
The outcome of this battle does not lie in the first battle, but in the second battle with internal and external cooperation.
The massacres carried out by Ritouman in the desert during these days had already caused hatred among all the Xiongnu who could not enter the depths of the desert. Wei Zhuang had strung these sparks together into a raging fire, and the flames were burning towards Gaoque City.
Lao Zhong, the scouts sent by Tusha ignored these Huns, who numbered no more than 200 or dozens at most.
A few suspicious scouts reported the incident, but it was not taken seriously.
The 200,000-strong Hun army killed so fiercely a few days ago, and these traitors were not stupid . It was normal for them to flee at the sight of them and migrate.
As long as they can hold on for an hour or so, the small flames coming from all directions will gather together and burn the 40,000 noble Hun army coming from the foot of the holy mountain.
What Ying Jianglu had to do was to wait.
The Hu prime minister knew the Hu people best. Ying Chengjiao left this old left prime minister, who had been very powerful in the desert in his early years, in Gaoque as a foolproof insurance.
"Li You."
"promise!"
At a command from General Deying Lu, Li You and his personal guards surrounded the platform and did not allow anyone to approach.
Ying Jianglu looked down from the high stairs and smiled at the old Zuo Xiang.
"I don't like the title of Third Young Master. I like the title of Shanyu."
Wei Zhuang frowned, thinking about what to say.
However, Ying Jianglu did not give him time and climbed onto the platform early.
"Uncle's arrangement is good, but uncle, you can't arrange my whole life. My eldest brother was born well, he didn't fight or compete and was able to become king. Everything was arranged by father and uncle, but I can't do that."
After muttering to himself for a few words, Ying Jianglu bent down and picked up the loud speaker that the people below could not see due to their limited vision.
Stand up, raise it in front of your mouth, and flow your Qi into your Dantian.
Veins bulged on his neck, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"As long as I, Ying Jianglu, keep beating the drums, Taotie will never be defeated!"
Boom~
Boom~
Boom~
He picked up the drumstick that his uncle had used before going to war, and struck the war drum that his uncle had beaten before going to war!
Ever since leaving the desert, he has been imitating his uncle.
He followed his uncle's example and disguised himself as a Hun to experience the life of the Huns.
Following his uncle's example, he clearly distinguished between rewards and punishments, and after a conflict between the Huns and the Qin people, he only punished the one who violated the law.
But he can't always live in his uncle's shadow.
Ying Jianglu wanted to be the king of the Xiongnu. He had to gain a firm foothold in the Xiongnu after his uncle left and be truly called the Chanyu by everyone.
He beat the war drum to a specific rhythm, neither too much nor too little. The dull drum sound was constant and sounded very solid.
Forty thousand Huns who were once small tribes and were forced to come here from the edge of the desert, now regarded themselves as the Taotie tribe. They looked at the leader with disheveled hair who treated them very well in the past.
The blood rushes straight to the brain instantly!
They had never been chosen so firmly before. How could the high and mighty leader live and die with them?
The image of the chief general of the Taotie army who led the army to attack the Holy Mountain appeared before their eyes.
The warrior with the clanking silver armor, strange clothing, but fierce beyond human strength said to them before he rode away:
"Touman is coming to fight us, to take away our food, horses, cattle and sheep, to snatch away our wives and daughters, and to make our treasures our slaves! Do you agree?!"
The Huns, who had finally had a few days of food and drink and no longer had to worry about their lives, shouted in unison, "No."
"Behind us is Gaoque City, where we have our wives, children, cattle, sheep and food. If Touman sends troops here, you must defend it. We have no way to retreat."
We have no way out.
We don’t want to live the same life as before.
The leader in black is beating a heavy drum and is with us.
Gaoque City belongs to our Taotie tribe, no one can take it away!
The drums were beating loudly.
Like thunder.
Forty thousand Taotie troops charged towards the torrent coming from the Holy Mountain that would have frightened them into surrendering in the past.
For their wives, children, livestock and food.
For their Taotie tribe and Gaoque City, which doesn’t look like a city.
The power of belief outweighs the physical differences.
An army of 80,000 was entangled in a fight, and the untouchables who wanted to bite a bite of the enemy's flesh before dying made this group of noble warriors who came from the Holy Mountain to see the power of humbleness.
The drums won’t stop and the men won’t retreat!
Ying Chengjiao had expected the chances of winning this battle to be only 30%. The core purpose of this battle was to further increase the cohesion of the Huns in Gaoque City, but it was won.
When more than ten thousand of the forty thousand noble warriors were killed or wounded, no matter how hard the old Chinese tried to organize, they could not stop the army from fleeing.
The defeat was like a landslide.
On the way to the sand, the old middleman could only look at Gaoque City with resentment, watching the black-clad figure beating the drum on the high platform and walking away with the army.
They are unwilling.
Although they suffered more than 10,000 casualties, the casualties of that group of untouchables were definitely more than theirs!
As long as they hold on a little longer, it will be these traitors who will be terrified, and the rich Gaoque City will be their spoils!
An army that can still continue to fight even if more than 30% of its troops are killed is elite.
Lao Zhong, Tusha's face was gloomy. He didn't know why this group of troops, with 30% of them dead, didn't collapse.
This group of people are obviously made up of the untouchables from small tribes in the desert who may disappear at any time. How did they become elite?
They integrated the army and brought back the warriors who had fled in all directions. They wanted their warriors to see which side had more corpses lying on the battlefield!
Give them a second chance to fight. With their morale reunited, they will surely be able to break into Gaoque City.
Wei Zhuang did not give this opportunity, and the flame came.
They were slaughtered and their horses were ignored.
There were no more than two hundred at most, and at least dozens. It was difficult to count how many Hun cavalry had arrived.
Wei Zhuang responded quickly and ordered the reinforcements, which were originally going to encircle the enemy, to follow the formation they came in and hunt down the fleeing stragglers.
Fighting alone or in a clash of formations, these reinforcements were no match for the troops under Tusha and Laozhong.
But there is no reason to lose when you are beating a downed dog with five to one or ten to one.
The drumbeats continued to sound until Ying Jianglu could see the battlefield and there was no longer a single enemy soldier.
