Although he knew that the tribal warriors in front could no longer withdraw, he still wanted to withdraw.
The deputy general next to him was obviously a little stunned. On the battlefield, the Han army did not have as many troops as our own. If they could restrain their troops and set up a front line, there was still hope for a battle. If they retreated, it would be a dead end.
"Boshu"
The lieutenant held the reins of Borshu, trying to dissuade him. After all, the Great Fushi was in the city. If he was defeated like this and went back, the Great Fushi might kill everyone. Who told the Great Fushi not to want to see the tribal army.
Borshu pushed the deputy general's arm away: "Don't pull me, I don't want to die yet, I'm no match for him."
Borchi pushed his lieutenant away, roared like a tiger, called to the warriors who followed him, and stepped back as fast as he could. As long as he got out of the battle formation, no one could catch him in the dark night.
When Fatty Zhao broke through the Thule army formation, he glanced doubtfully at the Thule army horses retreating rapidly in the distance. His face was full of doubts. What happened? The Thule people also fled before the battle?
This is not the Thule soldier I know!
You shouldn't fight with me for 300 rounds, only to fight and retreat when you lose.
"Kill, annihilate them all."
Fatty Zhao turned back and killed these Tule Turtle grandsons. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. Kill them all.
In a bloody battle in the middle of the night, two Thousand-man Thule troops were basically wiped out and lost their command. The leaderless Thule soldiers faced Kajiji's guards and were basically massacred one-sidedly.
When the battle ended, the sky became slightly brighter.
Most of the villagers gathered together, and Su Lu ordered the villagers:
"Take food and clothing and flee up the mountain as soon as possible to avoid the Tule people's revenge. Also notify the nearby villages. The Thule people will retaliate, but they don't distinguish between villages..."
Everyone basically has relatives in the ten miles and eight villages. After hearing this, they didn’t even think about it anymore. They packed up their food, picked up the livestock and left the village. The dozen or so young people who were selected divided the villages and went one by one.
The notice has been sent.
When Su Lu led his army back to the Wulangyuan Camp, it was already bright. Zhang Lu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, his eyes were red, and he was walking back and forth in the camp.
Seeing Su Lu, Zhang Lu let out a sigh of relief and came up to him: "Captain, you didn't come back last night, you scared me to death."
"According to the message from the camp, the right route army and the middle route army have broken through Yuci and Xitun Ridge. Let us be sure to hold back the main force of Thule and give them a chance to capture Yumen Pass."
Su Lu took the military affairs brochure from Zhang Lu, read it once, nodded, and gave instructions:
"This is easy to do. The two of us will lead the army in succession and dispatch in turn to wipe out Thule's looting team outside the city. This will not only hold back the Thule people, but also cut off Thule's food and supplies."
Zhang Lu had wanted to lead the army for a long time. He was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, I will lead the army during the day and kill him without leaving any trace."
After these days of continuous fierce battles, the strength of the four guard battalions A, B, C and D has improved rapidly. Except for Su Ping's A guard battalion, which has no horses and a slow marching speed, and does not dare to confront the Thule army, the other three guard battalions are basically the same.
It was a series of battles with Thule, and its combat power was strong.
Su Lu and Zhang Lu discussed military affairs for a while, arranged the military affairs, and then went back to the camp to sleep.
When Su Lu woke up, it was already dark.
Scattered torches have been lit in the camp, and the aroma of porridge and vegetables permeates the entire camp. As the patrolling guards walked back and forth, they kept poking their heads in the direction of the kitchen.
The guardsmen of the C Guards Camp also got up, chatting and laughing, polishing their weapons, brushing their horses, and starching their uniforms. There was a quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the camp.
Su Lu asked the mound at the gate of the camp: "Where is Commander Zhang Lu? Has he not returned from sending troops?"
"He's not good at it."
Tudun'er curled his lips and said.
He somewhat looked down upon Zhang Lu. He was a soldier, but he always wanted to be the governor and lead the troops in war. He didn't know how much he weighed, and he didn't even know how much he had killed the Marquis' soldiers later.
There was a sound of people roaring and horses neighing outside the camp gate. The guards guarding the camp gate opened the gate and pushed the horses away. Li Kun entered first, followed by a large group of guards, everyone with blood on their bodies.
Su Lu's pupils shrank, where is Zhang Lu, has something happened?
Li Kun turned over and dismounted, and when he saw Su Lu coming over, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, his personal guard next to him was quick-sighted and caught him.
Li Kun pushed away the guard's hand holding him and staggered over, his face full of annoyance.
"Second brother, don't let Zhang Lu lead the troops anymore. He doesn't know what to say, but he still gives blind orders. In this battle, our Yiwei battalion suffered numerous casualties. Even my deputy lieutenant joined in."
Li Kun squatted down holding his head, his voice full of sadness:
"How do I explain this to the orphans and widowers in his family? Old Sun, why the hell can you not stop beating me!"
Su Lu let out a sigh of relief after hearing this. It's good that Zhang Lu didn't die. The Left Route Army has a governor and a chief governor. If Zhang Lu dies, he can be said to be the highest-ranked general who died in the Xuanfu war.
Zhang Lu was the last one to enter the camp. His clothes and armor were stained with blood, and even the horse underneath him was stained with blood. The horse's mane was covered with dark brown stains.
With orders to treat the wounded soldiers, Zhang Lu ran back and forth until all the wounded soldiers had entered the camp, then Zhang Lu ran over to talk to Su Lu.
"Master Marquis, Lu is unworthy of your respect. Although he won this battle, he lost countless soldiers and generals, including the deputy lieutenant of the second guard camp. Zhang Lu is incompetent. Please forgive me, Master Marquis."
Su Lu pulled Zhang Lu up and said in a gentle tone:
"Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs. If anyone could win every battle, we would have defeated the Tule people long ago. It doesn't matter if we fail once. We can sum up our experience and continue fighting. What's more, you still won."
Zhang Lu's face was full of bitterness, as he looked at the blood-covered soldiers of the Yi Guard Camp in the camp, and listened to the miserable howls coming from the camp tent, his voice hoarse.
"Master Marquis, please stop comforting me. Now I understand how many jins I have. If it weren't for the brothers from Yiwei Battalion and Captain Li Kun's command, I would have done it this time."
"Master Marquis, I'd better not fight in the future. I'll stay at the rear to sort out your logistics and troops."
Zhang Lu was really discouraged this time.
These days, I have been following Su Lu to lead the army. I have watched Su Lu win every battle and make Thule cry for father and mother. I have gradually forgotten about the repeated defeats by Thule’s army in the past. I can do it with me.
mentality.
After joining today, Zhang Lu realized that if I can't do it, I just can't do it. Even if it's the same team and the same captain and captain, if I can't do it, I just can't do it.
Listening to Zhang Lu's words, Li Kun's dark face gradually lost all emotion. The second brother is right, not everyone can win the battle, but except the second brother, he will win every battle, as long as he fights under the second brother's command
, you can win every battle by yourself.
After dinner, Su Lu was discussing military affairs with Zhang Lu in the handsome tent.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, report the success of the camp. The right army has broken through the Wangxiang defense line, defeated the Thule Army, and has driven the remaining Thule Army into the Hanhai Desert."
A messenger came in from outside the camp, holding high a document reporting victory.
Zhang Lu came over from his seat, took the victory document, glanced at it, and handed it to Su Lu, his face full of surprise.
"The camp is advancing so fast."
Su Lu read the victory document and nodded:
"It's quite fast. The right army should be led by General Xie. General Xie has been stationed in Tianlan City for many years and has rich experience in fighting Tule. If General Xiao is not constrained by the differences between men and women and refuses to use General Xie, the right army will
Luke may not be broken through by Tule."
Zhang Lu had a different opinion: "Although the right road may not necessarily be broken, the left road and the middle road were successively broken. Fortunately, General Xiao replaced General Xie in advance, otherwise General Xie's family would have to produce another female general who would be loyal to the country.
Already."
"Report, great victory in camp."
Another messenger entered the camp holding a victory document.
"The Central Route Army broke through Xitun Ridge and marched towards Yangpingpu."
Zhang Lu looked at the victory document in his hand, his face filled with astonishment.
What's wrong with the middle road and the right road? In ten days, we defeated two cities in a row. The speed of the advance was too fast.