More than a hundred Han armored cavalry lined up in a line to pursue and suppress the remaining ten cavalry troops in front.
The two sides chased each other, occasionally shooting with strong bows, and finally kicked up a cloud of sand that was more than a hundred miles long, before shooting the last enemy to the ground.
The cavalry reined up their horses and began to clear the battlefield.
"General, there are eight Tatars alive."
A rider quickly came to the general and reported the number of enemy survivors, asking for instructions on how to deal with it.
"kill!"
He was clearly young and gentle, with a somewhat pleasant voice, but the words he spoke were filled with coldness and murderous intent.
The messenger soldiers were not surprised. Although their young general did not kill women and children, he never left alive enemies who were more than four feet tall and posed a threat to the army and people of the Wei Dynasty.
So he immediately clasped his fists and saluted, returned to the place where the prisoners of war were guarded, and gave an order, and blood immediately stained a withered grassland red.
The soldiers responsible for the burial quickly dug a pit and waited for the comrades who collected the "defense papers" to mark their military merits to leave. Then they pushed all the corpses into the pit and buried them.
Accompanied by the roaring sound of galloping horses' hooves, the large group of cavalry quickly withdrew towards the camp, but there were dozens more spare horses than when they arrived.
Most of these dozens of horses were Hu horses. There were also Han horses. At this time, their original owners were quietly lying on their comrades' horses, waiting for their comrades to bring their heroes back to the south.
After half a day, the large group of people finally returned to the continuous camp.
The general went straight to the Chinese army's tent and reported the battle situation to the commander in chief.
"Commander Jia!"
When the officers and soldiers at the door of the commander's tent saw him approaching, his shining silver-white uniforms and armor were stained with blood, they all felt envious and admirable in their hearts.
It seemed that Commander Jia had made new achievements and had personally fought against the Tatars. It was no wonder that Wang Tongzhi trusted him so much that he made an exception and allowed him to command an army.
He is from a good family, has a good temperament, and is still so young. As long as he does not fall, he will definitely be the commander-in-chief of the party in the future.
Jia Lian casually nodded to the guard and walked directly into the tent.
"See Lord Controller."
Above, Wang Ziteng was reviewing the battle reports sent by all parties. When he looked up and saw Jia Lian, he looked relieved and asked, "Why did you come back?"
"Huma has great endurance and chased him a long way."
Wang Ziteng laughed: "General Chen and the others said before that we were very worried when we saw you leading half a battalion of troops to pursue the remnants of the enemy. You kid, just be fine."
How about it, how many enemies were wiped out this time?"
"The enemy cavalry dispersed and fled. There was no way to wipe them all out. They had to chase a group of main force and wiped them out. There were not many, less than fifty people. All the war horses were brought back, but unfortunately, more than ten of them died.
match."
"Hahaha, that's good. You have indeed made another great contribution."
"I would like to thank the ruler and the generals for their love and cultivation."
Jia Lian's words were not entirely polite.
Because of his special status, both Wang Ziteng and the generals under his command took good care of him on the battlefield.
For example, when they beat a drowned dog like this and collect military merits, they basically won't fight with him and will just give in.
As for why Jia Lian didn't let him go...who said he was the youngest? Shouldn't it be right for his uncles and brothers to let him go?
Wang Ziteng laughed once, then shook his head: "However, you probably won't have any share in the future wars.
Your father is seriously ill and is in critical condition. Your Majesty has sent an order for you to return to Beijing."
When Jia Lian heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the nervousness that was exaggerated by the blood suddenly took a back seat.
Old thing, can't you stand it anymore?
He thought he would have to stay at the border for at least another year, but now that the situation was so good, he really couldn't bear to go back.
If he accumulates a lot of small achievements like this, he will not be far away from making meritorious deeds and becoming a knight.
Unfortunately, the time is too short.
In view of the fact that the Tatars and other tribes ordered their cavalry to go south to burn, kill and loot, the imperial court could not bear it any longer. Finally, after passively defending for a period of time, it ordered Wang Ziteng to form several large armies and go north to eradicate their strongholds.
Although the Tatars were cavalry and highly mobile, since they wanted to enter the territory of the Wei Dynasty to plunder, they inevitably had to build tribes near the Wei border for supply.
Those tribes even planned to move south several years ago.
This time, the imperial court decided to remove them all to avoid future troubles.
"By the way, before you leave, let's take a detour to see your uncle. On the surface, he ignores you, but in fact, after hearing about your performance on the battlefield, he was very happy and sent people to inquire about your movements from time to time.
"Wang Ziteng said with a smile.
Jia Lian also laughed.
Although the commander-in-chief of the nine provinces in the north is Wang Ziteng, his uncle Zhang Leng, as the second-grade general military officer, also led an army of nearly 10,000 people north this time, and happened to be not far from the Chinese army.
flank.
There were four or five armies in total, and the commanders of two of them were his close relatives and elders, and the other few probably had old ties to Ningrong's second mansion.
Jia Lian even felt that on this battlefield, he was probably like Huo Qubing. Although his luck was a little worse than him, and he couldn't kill a profusely, but the feeling of being surrounded by stars was not bad at all.
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Well, since Jia She is about to die, it’s better to go back and get the title first.
He did not come to the border to enjoy the thrill of galloping on the battlefield.
If you work hard here and eventually become a baron, it will be a blessing. If you go back and get a hereditary title from the Duke's Palace, it will be much better than working hard here.
Which one is big, which one is small, which one is light and which one is heavy, is clear at a glance.
Jia Lian received the emperor's order and returned to Beijing immediately after handing over military affairs. There is no need to elaborate.
It is only said that the emperor agreed to Jia Zheng's request that day, and Jia Zheng told the news when he returned.
Jia Mu and others were somewhat relieved to know that Jia Lian was about to return to Beijing. After all, it was bitterly cold at the border and there was a war, which could be life-threatening.
The Jia family is already short of men. If something happens to Jia Lian while he is out, it will be a huge loss to the Jia family.
From then on, Mrs. Wang also knew that Wang Xifeng bypassed her to ask Jia Zheng to submit a memorial, but she was not embarrassed at all. She just told Wang Xifeng that she had been serving the old lady and the soup recently, and she forgot about it for a while in her busy schedule.
Already.
Wang Xifeng did not dare to express any objection to this, and just responded with a smile.
Here Mrs. Wang found Jia Zheng, and after some parental nagging, she mentioned what Jia She had said that day when he was unconscious.
"Master, what do you think his uncle is thinking? Does he really want to pass the title to Cong'er?"
Jia Zheng shook his head: "This matter is not something he can decide alone. Don't say that the clan elders are unlikely to agree. Just report it to the clan. The clan government may not approve it. This move is really against the law of inheritance."
"What do you mean, sir, that the title will still be passed on to Lian'er in the end?"
"nature."
Mrs. Wang was a little silent and said: "You must have heard what his uncle said that day. I'm afraid he is resentful towards us. How do you feel about this?"
Jia Zheng sighed after hearing this: "In terms of etiquette, this family property should have been inherited by the elder brother, but...it's useless to mention the past.
In short, he did a few wrong things back then, which completely hurt the hearts of the old lady and the Duke, so he was moved to the side and asked me to provide for him and his two elders here until they die.
Finally, when the Duke passed away, he still thought of the relationship between father and son and passed on the title to him, but he taught me to live here, which was a bit unjust. Therefore, brother, he has some resentment towards me."
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she felt full of regret flashing in her eyes.
At that time, her father also betrothed her to Jia Zheng because he was a scholar and gentleman who was favored by the Duke and his wife.
After getting married, this was indeed the case. After being raised by the old master, Jia Zheng was even allowed to live in the main hall, and he and his wife supported their relatives.
In those years, she once thought that Rongguo Mansion would break the old inheritance method and establish virtuous people instead of long-term leaders...
Unfortunately, things went against expectations. When the old Duke came, he still passed the title to Jia She, but only gave Jia Zheng an official position in the six ministries.
In this way, it also created an embarrassing situation between the two masters of the Jia family, one as a lord and the other as the head of the family.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._