In the golden-domed tent of the Turkic army, the Turkic Khan Ashina Dojishi was using his unique casual tone to issue the most severe questions. ▲∴
"How long will it take before I can drink in this city? How many more warriors' blood do you want me to see to win this insignificant victory?"
His voice is not high, nor is he deliberately emphatic, but there is no doubt that this is an extremely terrifying man. He holds unparalleled power in the Turkic Khanate. You have to take every word he says seriously.
Listen, or maybe you won't have to hear anything else later.
The Turkic nobles in the tent lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him at all.
Most of them knew that the Khan was not angry, but just lost his patience. When the Khan was truly angry, he would not hesitate to tear into pieces those who offended him.
Of course, the heads hanging on the flagpole outside the account also reminded them that this Khan was far less kind and generous than his father.
"Father Khan..."
Someone spoke up, which indeed required some courage. Everyone looked over, and to no one's surprise, it was the Khan's favorite son, Ashina Qura.
"I think we should give up attacking Mayi City. Our warriors are not good at such a war. Our horses stopped here, and our scimitars can only be swung upward to kill the enemy. Those city walls made of stone
Blocked our bows and arrows..."
"Father, it's spring now...the warriors need to get corresponding trophies before they can go back and face their families..."
Some people nodded secretly, these were exactly what they wanted to say.
There was a snap. Before Ashina Qiuluo could finish speaking, a wine glass had already been thrown in front of him.
"Get out."
There was still no emotion or anger in his voice. But no one in the sweat account dared to disobey such an order.
The young Ashina Qura stood up with a red face. He bowed and knocked on his chest, then walked backwards and was driven out of the sweat tent.
"Hmph, the ignorant brat always likes to show off his ignorance. I forgive his recklessness, because it is not cowardice... Well, enough blood has been shed. Who else thinks that we can enter this place effortlessly?
Is it a city? Or... I heard someone say before that when the Golden Wolf Flag arrives here, someone will open the city gate and welcome us in? "
"We always say that the Sui people are in civil strife. Many Sui people are looking forward to our help and are waiting for us to go south and lead them to kill their emperor."
"But now you should open your eyes and take a look. Are those who have sent us kind words really willing to let us occupy their land and wait for the call of the Golden Wolf Flag?"
"Am I leading you here just to gain the wealth of the Sui people?"
"Go back. Your poor performance makes our Turkic people's reputation look like a joke. I will continue to watch the battle tomorrow. Only those who fight bravely will be rewarded and honored by me."
The Turkic nobles dispersed one after another. At the beginning, Khan picked up the silver bowl and sipped the milk wine in it, feeling the irritability lingering in his heart.
It was just a mere Mayi city that stopped tens of thousands of troops from moving forward. It was like a joke that was not funny.
What made him even more unhappy was that the 300,000-strong army that besieged Yanmen City failed in the end. He was disappointed for a long time. Even when he thought about it, he imagined that he would capture Yang Guang and offer him sacrifices to the gods.
What glory would he have with such a gift.
Unfortunately, that was just imagination. More than a year later, he led his troops south again, but had to face such a city again.
Therefore, when he was talking to the generals, he was trying to suppress the anger in his chest.
Moreover, when he came south this time, he had a good plan, that is, to completely open the road to Jinyang, and at least to wipe out Mayi County to prepare for the use of troops after the autumn.
Yes, this year he will lead the army to fight continuously and not give the Sui people any chance to breathe.
This is of course a manifestation of the Turkic national power. Unfortunately, under the city of Mayi, he once again felt the same frustration as before.
In fact, the Turks had not fought with the Sui people for many years, so the Turks' march south was full of variables. Just like the war in the 11th year of Daye, although the Turks had an absolute advantage, it was only after they withdrew that they discovered that the casualties were almost
Unbearable.
There is no need to think too much about this matter, because in the previous discussions with the wise people among the Turks, there are many methods, but there is only one that is useful and can produce results quickly.
That is to obtain more Sui craftsmen, let them build exquisite and strong siege equipment, obtain more Sui soldiers, and let them attack strong cities one after another.
Thinking of this, Shibi Khan became even more agitated. The Sui people were cunning, and there were really not many people who could obey orders. The little khans were giving out rewards one after another, but how many of them actually obeyed the Khan's orders?
Their obedience was only for one reason, that is, they did not want the Turks to attack them.
In fact, Shibi Khan has now felt that the vast territory of the Turks has hindered the Turks' march southward. Rebellions are happening all the time in the Turkic Khanate. The power of the Turkic tribes is becoming more and more powerful in the face of such a vast territory.
It seems thinner.
But now, they still need to accumulate more people and land, which makes them seem a little unable to do what they want.
Shibi Khan frowned and thought, this time when he went back, he should summon the leaders of Tiele tribes to the royal court. His younger brother Jieli Khan was not a wise leader.
He is using his constant killings to arouse more and more resistance from the Tiele tribe, and some tribes have begun to gradually move westward, away from Jieli Khan's tent.
You must know that the Tiele tribes on both sides of the Tula River are both allies of the Turkic tribes and in-laws of the Turkic tribes. They have a blood connection that is difficult to break away from.
If the Tiele tribes disengage, the national strength of the Turkic Khanate will be severely damaged again, which will bring more terrible consequences than when the Turkic Khanate was divided into the east and west.
Yes, the powerful Turkic Khanate also had many hidden worries. When they were quiet, they had time to deal with these internal troubles.
But when they started to expand, many shortcomings were fully revealed, and continued to affect the Turks' pace of expansion.
People always say that good fortune never comes alone and misfortune never comes alone, which is indeed true. Just when Khan was beginning to worry, another piece of bad news reached Khan's account.
His son Ashina Qiuluo reported to him again and again, "Father Khan, Zhang Shujie... escaped back..."
Shibi Khan narrowed his eyes. This was not beyond his expectation. This descendant of the royal family of Gaochang Kingdom was not a person who could lead troops in battle and achieve victory.
There is also a poisonous snake entrenched in the Sui people's clouds.
Shibi Khan even thought with joy that the life of this poisonous snake should be worth the price of more than 30,000 mouths that only know how to eat meat.
He asked casually, "How many people are coming back?"
Ashina Qiuluo's resolute face showed a strange look, "Forty-two."
Shibi Khan gritted his teeth and hid his surprise well. This was obviously inconsistent with his expectations. He had not heard of the story of more than 30,000 cavalry being surrounded and annihilated for a long time.
Because no matter how stupid a guy is, he should know how to let go of the horse's reins and run away.
Ashina Qura has always been very direct in his speech, because as the most beloved son of Shibi Khan, words like caution naturally have no place in his life.
"I asked. They were completely defeated. They didn't even have time to escape... The city must have been stained with blood. Father, I want to lead the troops to compete with that man. His hands are already stained.
The blood of Turkic warriors..."
This time, he was not reprimanded, and Shibi Khan showed a kind side.
"My son, please be patient. Will you be satisfied only by cutting off the enemy's head with your own hands? It is said that brave people will be rewarded, but you are different. You need more wisdom to distinguish who is the enemy.
It deserves a reward."
"Okay, go and bring Zhang Shujie here, kill everyone else, and don't let more people know about this, do you understand?"
"Yes, Father." Ashina Qiuluo beat his chest, but his heart was full of unwillingness. He thought, what could be more worthy of bragging than cutting off the head of a powerful enemy with his own hands?
The young Turkic nobles still do not understand at this time that power is often more useful than anything else among the Turks, and when power is more powerful, it is necessary to use wisdom to seize it, rather than war horses and scimitars.
Later, Shibi Khan heard a new version of the defeat. Zhang Shujie cried bitterly and told how he led his troops to kill the enemy bravely, how the generals did not listen to military orders and went their own way, and how in the end they fought in a battle of wits and courage.
He fell into the enemy's trick and was defeated.
How did he break out of the siege and come back alive to report to the Khan?
At first, Khan picked up what he could hear and listened, but he couldn't draw a picture of how more than 30,000 cavalry could be almost wiped out in one battle. Such a scene was too beautiful, but it should never appear in this place.
The right place is under Yunnei Castle.
In his opinion, the subordinates led by Zhang Shujie should all be able to run faster than rabbits when they encounter danger. Even if he were to lead an army to encircle and annihilate such a group of rabbits running around, they would not be able to escape.
Maybe it can be so perfect.
Therefore, he only got a certain piece of news from the defeated general. The entire 30,000-strong army was wiped out at Yunnei City, but Zhang Shujie, who led the army, ran back alive.
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