Facts have proved that what Qiang Yu said was right.
Although the Camel Cavalry has just been formed and has not yet truly developed its combat effectiveness, it all depends on who it is competing against.
Compared with Zhao Jun, who trained seven days a week and fought out of the Central Plains, a place where poisonous insects were raised, there was indeed a big gap, but compared with Wusun Jun, who didn't even have armor and just moved forward with a broken gun in his hand, that was
I beat my son.
"Death!" He killed the Wusun Army general Kumas who was charging towards him with one knife. The crimson radiance enveloped Qiang Fu's body, like a burning flame, connecting the camels behind him to form a whole.
"Trash!" Qiang Yu spat at the fallen Kumas, charging so fiercely that he thought he was so powerful that he couldn't even get past one round.
Seeing Kumas being killed, the surrounding Wusun troops suddenly panicked and subconsciously reined in their horses, slowed down, and adjusted their direction. The formation was in chaos for a while.
Qiang Yu took the lead and rushed into the enemy's formation, his sword flying up and down. No one could defeat him wherever he passed.
From the moment the two sides fought, the outcome was determined. The camel rider frantically displayed his force, sprinting in short distances to increase his speed to the limit, condescendingly waving his spear, and constantly knocking the enemy off his horse.
The battlefield was not as King Wusun imagined. The army successfully defeated the Zhao army. It was not even a panic, it was a complete one-sided massacre.
"Your Majesty, withdraw your troops and fight again tomorrow." Daolu Yoshihiko advised. The so-called fight again tomorrow is just an excuse. Everyone can see the situation on the battlefield. No matter how many troops come, it will be useless.
The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.
"Send the order, withdraw the troops." King Wusun looked at the battlefield. Every minute and every second, Wusun soldiers died in battle. He slapped the parapet with both hands and said unwillingly.
As the king of a country, provoking another country is no big deal, but if you don't hit them after provoking them, you are a complete fool.
When the Wusun army heard the sound of Ming Jin withdrawing his troops from behind, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief and rushed toward the city gate regardless of their formation.
"Zhao Feiqi, take the city gate." Meng Wu found the right moment and gave the order. As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ju had already led Zhao Feiqi and rushed out.
Huge wings of light that were more than a foot long extended from both sides. Zhao Fei stepped lightly on his horse's hooves, quickly passing over the battlefield and rushing towards the city gate.
"Close the city gate quickly, Zhao Jun is about to charge over." Dalu Yoshihiko looked horrified, as if he had seen something unbelievable. His intuition told him that Zhao Feiqi must not be allowed to charge over, otherwise Wusun would fall into a place of eternal disaster.
"Our soldiers are still outside." King Wusun said in a deep voice. Closing the city gate at this time would be equivalent to giving up tens of thousands of soldiers and a transcendent general outside the city. Even he could not afford this consequence.
"We can't control that much anymore. If this Zhao army is allowed to rush in, all of us will be no match." Dalu Yoshihiko said loudly.
Zhao Feiqi's speed was so fast. While King Wusun was still struggling, he had already rushed to the city gate. Where Zhao Feiqi passed by, there were only stumps and rotten flesh left on the ground, and no one was left standing.
Wusun soldiers.
They didn't even see how Zhao Feiqi took action and fell to the ground.
"Anyone who offends our Zhao Kingdom will be punished no matter how far away they are; no matter how strong they are, they will be killed!" Yan Ju roared angrily, and a terrifying light blade extended from his wrist, smashing the Chigu City gate into pieces with one strike.
Zhao Fei was bathed in pale golden light up and down, with huge golden wings extending from both sides, shining brightly under the sunlight, appearing in Chigu City like a divine soldier descending from the sky.
"Hurry up and stop them. You must not let Zhao Jun rush in. As long as you kill Zhao Jun, I will be rewarded heavily." King Wusun's voice was trembling. He was really scared!
But there is no regret medicine in the world.
When he ordered to plunder the money of Zhao merchants, there was still room for relaxation between the two sides, but when he ordered to kill Zhao people...
Zhao Guo and Wusun must fall one after another.
"Blood debt must be repaid with blood!" Zhao Feiqi kept waving his scimitar. Wusun troops rushed towards Zhao Feiqi from all directions, but they could not stop Zhao Feiqi's charging speed.
As time went by, the light golden color on Zhao Feiqi's body was gradually dyed red with blood, and his aura not only did not weaken at all, but became stronger and stronger.
"Kill!" Meng Wu led the remaining Zhao army to charge. In the sky, a huge crescent moon rolled towards Chigu City, and the war clouds that originally belonged to the Wusun army were instantly crushed to pieces.
The morale of the Zhao army was so great that it was like a flood that broke a dike and rushed into Chigu City, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemy.
"Death!" After the two sides fought for dozens of rounds, Touman chopped off Kunjian's head with a knife. Hot blood splashed all over his face. Touman stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the rest of the family with greedy wolf-like eyes.
The Wusun soldiers said, "Blood debts will be paid with blood, no one will be left alive!"
"I surrender." Mo Kun couldn't bear Yan Ju's attack and shouted loudly.
"I'm sorry, I will not take any prisoners this time." Yan Ju's cold voice sounded in Mo Kun's ears, a sword flashed past, a huge human head rose into the air, and a headless corpse hit the ground heavily.
The two extraordinary generals were killed by Zhao Jun, which also shattered the last thoughts in the hearts of Wusun generals. In despair, they could only kneel on the ground and pray for Zhao Jun's forgiveness.
But this time Zhao Jun was different from before. He did not withdraw his troops because of the enemy's surrender, but instead launched an even more crazy killing spree.
Heads were chopped off one after another, corpses fell to the ground, Chigu City was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.
The desperate Wusun army stumbled and fled away, but no matter how fast they were, they could not outrun Zhao Feiqi. An overwhelming barrage of arrows came from behind, pinning them to the ground.
In the end, they had no choice but to turn around and fight Zhao Jun, but it was destined to be in vain...
"I beg for peace... No... I am willing to surrender to Zhao. I only ask the general to spare my life." King Wusun hid in the palace and looked at the Zhao army in fear.
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It turns out that the Wusun army that he was so proud of turned out to be just a small country that couldn't stand up to Zhao. The Wusun army that he thought was powerful turned out to be so vulnerable to the Zhao army.
"It's the merchant from Zhao who was ordered to be killed by King Wusun. We are willing to dedicate King Wusun to the Zhao army, surrender to Zhao, and serve King Zhao as our master." A minister suddenly knelt on the ground.
"You..." King Wusun suddenly turned his head and glared at the minister who just spoke.
But it was obvious that more than one person had this idea. Most of the ministers looked at King Wusun with evil intentions.
"As long as the Zhao State can let us live, we will immediately capture King Wusun and dedicate him to the Zhao army." Another minister said.
"You..." King Wusun trembled all over, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward.
No one stepped forward to help King Wusun up. Instead, he retreated around like a snake and a scorpion.
"Haha, what an interesting scene." Meng Wu couldn't help laughing as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"There is nothing better than a wise king and a loyal minister. We are ashamed of ourselves." Mao Sui clapped his hands.
Wusun Minister of Civil and Military Affairs looked at Meng Wu and Mao Sui pleadingly, but there was no sympathy or pity in their eyes.
If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?
"Kill! There will be no chickens or dogs left in Chigu City! The blood debt can only be repaid with blood." Mao Sui turned around and his cold voice spread throughout the city.
A dense rain of arrows poured towards the palace, instantly drowning King Wusun and the civil and military ministers.
Until the screams in the city completely disappeared and Mao Sui and Lian An arrived outside the city, where the merchants jumped into the city, the blood had not completely dried up.
"We, the State of Zhao, have avenged you, and please go on your way." Mao Sui slowly leaned down and said, "Someone, come, collect the body of our righteous soldier of the State of Zhao and bury it."
Zhao Jun buried the nineteen volunteers not far from Chigu City and erected a tombstone to tell the story of the whole incident and praise their loyalty.
Later, people called them the Nineteen Righteous Soldiers, or the ancestors of righteous merchants. Merchants of all dynasties enshrined their spiritual tablets, hoping to gain their protection, so that thousands of years later, they are still popular.
"I plan to report their names to the king, grant them titles in the name of the imperial court, choose a son to inherit the title, and tell the world about the matter through slander, so that their names will be sung throughout the world." Mao Sui said.
"When you've finished writing it, give it to me and I'll sign it." Meng Wu patted Mao Sui on the shoulder.
"Your Majesty has always been reasonable. There will be no problems in this regard," Mao Sui said, but he did not refuse Meng Wu's kindness.
"Should we continue on our way or repair for a while?" Meng Wu asked.
"It is already winter, and it will soon be the coldest time of the whole winter. Even if we have enough cotton-padded clothes, the soldiers may still freeze to death on the road. It is not easy to deliver food and grass from the rear. There are enough food, grass, cattle and sheep in Chigu City
The horses are enough to last the whole winter, so we should wait a little longer," Mao Sui said.
Wusun has hoarded a large amount of supplies in Chigu City, and now all of them are at the advantage of Zhao Jun.
In addition, there are other Wusun tribes around, and Mao Sui would not mind borrowing food from them if needed.
"What about Wusun... should we leave it alone or choose a new king?" Meng Wu asked, as for setting up counties and counties, it was not among Zhao's options.
Wusun is too far away from Zhao State. Not only does Zhao State have no basis for rule here, but the two sides even have a grudge. Zhao State has just killed the king of Wusun and massacred a city. Unless Zhao State garrisoned troops here and relied on strong force to forcibly
Turn Wusun into a county of Zhao State, otherwise the Zhao army will move forward and Wusun will rebel.
However, the Zhao army has to continue on its way to attack Dawan, and it is impossible to station in Wusun.
"Choose a new king of Wusun, sign a letter of credence, become a vassal state of Zhao, and pay tribute to Zhao." Mao Sui thought for a while and said to Meng Wu.
The Zhao army cannot be left alone, otherwise when a new king appears in Wusun, he will become an enemy of Zhao. It is the best way to set up a puppet king to attract the firepower of the people.
At the same time, the newly established monarch could not get support and could only move closer to Zhao.
Zhao State can receive a large amount of tribute every year without paying any price.
"Is there anyone you can choose as military advisor?" Meng Wu looked at Mao Sui.
Mao Sui shook his head. He had only been to Wusun twice, and the experiences both times were not very good. He didn't even know a Wusun person, so how could he choose someone.
"Maybe it doesn't have to be Wusun people," Mao Sui suddenly said.
"???" Meng Wu looked at Mao Sui strangely. If King Wusun didn't choose, who would Wusun choose?
"Come here." Mao Sui said, pointing to a person not far away. It was the guide Qian whom Mao Sui met when he first went on his first mission to the Western Regions to open up trade routes in the Western Regions.
Although Qian is from Dawan, he can speak Wusun dialect and his appearance is not much different from Wusun people.
Since the last mission, Qian has been with Mao Sui and taught Mao Sui how to speak Dawan, Wusun, Kangju and Daxia dialects. In this western expedition, Mao Sui also took Qian with him.
, serves as a guide.
"My lord, are you looking for me?" Qian quickly ran to Mao Sui and said excitedly.
A few years ago, he encountered difficulties and took the opportunity to join the Zhao State. It was the wisest decision he had ever made in his life. Only after he arrived in the Zhao State did he realize how powerful and wealthy the Zhao State was. Compared with the Zhao State, Dawan was like a firefly.
Compared to the sun.
Wusun, whose strength is similar to that of Dawan, cannot even defeat a partial army of Zhao State.
"Are you interested in becoming a king for fun?" Mao Sui patted Qian's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Pfft!" Qian was so frightened that he knelt on the ground. His thighs were trembling, and his upper and lower teeth were fighting. He said tremblingly, "Master, you...don't scare me..."
"As long as you nod, you will be the King of Wusun from now on." Mao Sui said seriously. This was really not an impulse on his part, but the result of weighing the pros and cons.
First of all, after two consecutive vicious incidents, Mao Sui had no trust in the Wusun people. The entire Wusun was a country where gangsters were rampant, without any integrity or benevolence. Even if he supported a monarch, he would inevitably be bitten in the future.
Secondly, Qian has been following Mao Sui, and Mao Sui has enough understanding and trust in him. Moreover, Qian can also speak Wusun dialect, so there is no problem in becoming the king of Wusun.
Finally, Qian has no power base in Wusun and must rely on Zhao to gain a foothold, otherwise he will be killed by the Wusun people in a short time.
"Is what your lord said true?" Qian raised his head and looked at Mao Sui excitedly.
This is King Wusun. In the past, he could only look up to him, no, he was not even qualified to look up to him.
In front of the other party, you are like an ant, coming and going away as soon as you are called. If someone is unhappy and kills you, you will not be able to resist.
Now I actually have a chance to become King Wusun!
This incredible wealth would actually fall on me!
If he hadn't experienced it personally, he wouldn't believe it was true even if he killed him!
Even if he is a puppet, even if he can only be a puppet for one day, he will die without regrets!
"Of course it's true. You should go back and think about it carefully and let me know after you think about it." Mao Sui said with a smile, not surprised by Qian's reaction.
"I have thought about it, I am willing." Qian knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to Mao Sui, and then kowtowed three times to the others.
"Get up. Remember, you will be the king of Wusun from now on. Your ancestors have been Wusun people for generations, not Dawan people. During this period of winter, I will help you stabilize this identity and conquer the entire Wusun." Mao Sui.