Chapter 116: Thousand Miles Chasing

The night is like a illusion, and a bright moon climbed up to the branches at some point. The distant mountains and nearby soil are misty, which is unpredictable. The warriors are surging dozens of miles ahead of Sanshui, and the flow of people rolls like waves.

Under the night sky, ghosts cried and wolves howled, people neighed and horses roared, and the sound of shouting and killing rose and fell. On the Loess Plateau, thousands of horses galloped, and the sound of hooves shook the sky and the earth. From time to time, the cry of night owls came from the distance!

Clusters of torches shone red in half of the night sky, and various Han troops launched a crazy pursuit of the Xianbei army. The horse army followed the front infantry and chased the fleeing Xianbei army. The originally huge Xianbei cavalry has now become a mess and fled to the north in a panic, with a large number of Xianbei herders among them.

There were too many people, and there were too many horses to be killed by the Han army. These people blocked the Han army's pursuit and kept the Han army from moving forward. More Xianbei people who escaped hopelessly simply got off their horses, gave up their weapons, shook their sides, and surrendered directly to the Han army.

"Oh my God of Eternal Life! Leave a way out for us Great Xianbei warriors!"

The Xianbei people from the west looked at the bloody sky, watched the Xianbei cavalry constantly falling under the butcher knife of the Han army, and saw that there were only a few thousand scattered soldiers beside him, and they were crying blood in their hearts, looking up at the sky and screaming in pain.

"Sir, we are saved!" At some point, the Western Xianbei general Rilu deduced it near Zhiluo and said in a trembling voice.

"Save it! How can I save it? What's your way?" Zhiluoluo looked at the wounded general Rilu, asking in confusion. He really couldn't think of any way to live in such a desperate situation.

"Sir, look at the valleys ahead. As long as we retreat to the valley and send another iron cavalry to guard the entrance, we can block the pursuit of the Han army!" The general Rilu said, pointing to a valley not far ahead. That valley is the only way to the north.

"Oh my God of Eternal Life! You have finally opened your eyes! You have guided us the Great Xianbei warriors a way out. The Great Xianbei warriors, hurry up and enter the valley!" The joy of survival in the desperate situation made the Xianbei people in the West hold Luo Luo as if they meet Da Hao, with tears in their eyes and crying with joy. At this moment, Luo Luo felt that death is so close, and life turns out to be so fragile.

As time passed, more and more Xianbei people fled into the valley, and the sound of the Han army following them became closer and closer.

"Master of the Japanese decree, you take everyone to retreat first. They are the hope of our Great Xianbei's future. We promised that we will bring them to the prairie well and stay to block the Han army!" The Xianbei king and Lian died, and their most beloved son also surrendered to the Han army. The Xianbei people in the West were completely disappointed, and a dead breath came out from their bodies. They said to the Japanese decree in a deep voice. They should bear the disasters they brought to the Western Xianbei!

"Sir, please leave first! You are a Xianbei in the West. The Xianbei in the West can be without its own coach, but it cannot be without its lord. As long as we return to the grassland, we can regroup and show our strength again!" The deduction of the Sun Law of the Grand Marshal was also moved. At this time, what he thought about the most was the future of the Xianbei people in the West.

The two refused again and again, but in the end, the commander-in-chief's deduction led thousands of iron cavalry to stay and block the Han army's pursuit.

When the Han army's cavalry chased to the valley, they were immediately resisted by the Xianbei cavalry led by the Japanese decree and launched a fight in the narrow valley. Although the Han army was brave, the valley was too narrow, so they could not exert their normal combat power. The Xianbei cavalry fought desperately, so it was difficult for the Han army to break through for a while.

"Clang, Clang, Clang..."

A sound of retreating gongs came. The Han army, who was fighting with the Xianbei cavalry, heard the sound of gongs and withdrew from the battlefield one by one. A shocking battle came to an end.

This time, the Xianbei in the central region and the Xianbei in the western region went south, following the herdsmen and slaves, as many as 300,000 slaves. In the end, less than 100,000 Xianbei people fled into the valley and retreated north, and nearly 300,000 Xianbei people either died in battle or became prisoners of the Han people.

In this battle, the Xianbei king and Lian died, and the strength of the central Xianbei was greatly damaged. The Xianbei in the western region suffered heavy losses, and its strength plummeted from the former boss of the Xianbei tribes to the brink of destruction.

Although the Han army won the final victory, the casualties were also heavy.

The 15,000 Hexi County soldiers led by Ju Yi on the left wing suffered more than half of the battle. The 15,000 miscellaneous army led by Xu Rong on the right wing had more than 10,000 casualties. Even the central army composed of the elite eight tribes also suffered as many as 2,000 casualties, the 2,000 heavy insurgency and two thousand spear divisions were severely damaged, and the Strength Bow division and the Strong Crossbow division also paid a heavy price in the shooting with the Xianbei people.

In the end, only half of the five thousand cavalry battles of Dong Zhuo, the prefect of Hedong, left, which made Dong Zhuo, a very small fat man, feel so distressed that tears almost fell down. He sat motionlessly on the ground covered in blood and mud, staring blankly, with enough tea.

Not to mention the five thousand Iron Cavalry of Hexi led by Ma Teng, there were only 1,500 complete people, and the rest became dry bones on the ground, and many of them were even stepped on into meat sauce, with no bones left.

In this era, the war in the end will be you kill me and I will give you a sword. The hand-to-hand combat is extremely bloody, extremely cruel and extremely passionate. On the battlefield, one side may not win if there are too many people, but it is absolutely not possible if there are too few people. Regardless of the victory or defeat, it will be a matter of hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting one hundred!

Huangfu Jian stood on a hellish battlefield, looking at the corpses all over the ground with the light of torches, war horses scattered everywhere, and the exhausted Han army, feeling mixed feelings, lamenting the fragility of life in the war years.

"Let General Yang Qiu come to see me!" Huangfu Jian looked at the bloody earth, smelled the thick blood, and sighed.

It was not easy for the rioters to find someone. After a long time, "Mr. Bufan" Yang Qiu rushed over with blood all over.

"Lord, are you looking for the last general?" Yang Qiu asked panting.

"General Yang is injured, how about the casualties of the Feiqin?" Huangfu Jian asked with concern when he saw "Mr. Bufan" Yang Qiu standing in front of him like a bloody man.

"Hehe! The gun in Mo Jiang's hand is not as good as the crazy tiger, but in terms of defense, it is much better than him. Mo Jiang's blood is all from Xianbei. The Feiqiu tribe has always followed General Cheng Yin's heavy cavalry and behind the two thousand Xianbei cavalry in Putou, there are not much casualties." Seeing Huangfu Jian's concern, Yang Qiu felt warm in his heart, raised his not-wide shoulders, and said proudly.

"That's good. Your troops are guarding the exit of the valley to prevent the Xianbei people from fighting back. If the Xianbei people retreat north, they don't have to fight with them. Just follow them!" Huangfu Jian breathed a little relieved and said lightly. He didn't know what the hungry Xianbei people would look like when the Xianbei people found that the retreat was broken.

"As for your order!" Yang Qiu said loudly.

"Thank you for your hard work, go!" Huangfu Jian nodded slightly and said lightly.

"No!" "Mr. Bufan" Yang Qiu bowed and rode away.

After leaving all the aftermath matters such as the cleaning up the battlefield, the handling of prisoners, etc. to military advisor Yan Zhong, Huangfu Jian returned to the city to rest with the exhausted Han army unit.

There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, Huangfu Jian personally led the eight tribes and the two thousand Xianbei cavalry in Putou to the north. Along the way, there were groups of Xianbei people who could not run, groups of horses, and various livestock were also discarded everywhere. Huangfu Jian ignored these and drove directly to Fuping City. When he was in Fuping City, he met Yang Qiu's flying cavalry tribe.

"Report to the lord, the Xianbei rear army is not far ahead. Should you chase after them and destroy them!" "Mr. Bufan" Yang Qiu said excitedly.

"Hehe! No hurry, the Xianbei people can't escape! Lingzhou Pass has been seized by the elected general's cavalry, Yan Xing, and Pang De's personal guard camp. The Xianbei people now have no food and grass inside and no reinforcements outside. Apart from surrender, they have only one way to die!" Huangfu Jian said with a slight joy.

"So that's it!" Yang Qiu was extremely excited when he heard this.

In two days, Huangfu Jian led the eight tribes to a thousand miles of journey. Finally, on the third day, he arrived near Lingzhou Pass and saw a temporary camp built by the Xianbei people from afar.

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