King Fuyu and King Xianbei opened their mouths in surprise, and even the King of Goguryeo and King Wuhuan had expressions of disbelief on their faces. Twenty thousand people died like this, their deaths were unclear and horrific. Their positions could be blurred.
Seeing the tragic scene at Yanmen Pass, there were not only corpses there, but corpses everywhere, broken corpses, just like Shura Dojo.
Xie Zichang still remembered that when Su Ren left, he told him that this thing should not be used lightly except as a last resort, and that it would harm the world after using it. At that time, Xie Zichang just nodded in agreement, but did not care, and never thought about it.
I had never imagined that these humble bamboo tubes could be so powerful. Seeing this scene, Xie Zichang vomited, and so did many people.
Xie Baichuan took a deep breath, looked at his son vomiting, and shook his head slightly. It was not that he felt that his son was ineffective, but that he felt that this serial cannon was really a dangerous thing. Su Ren's words about being easy to use and not being used were not wrong at all.
"This! This! The Han people must have used magic!" King Fuyu was the first to react, his eyes widened and his mouth widened.
"Why did 20,000 people disappear in an instant?" King Xianbei still didn't believe what he saw.
King Wuhuan shook his head and sighed. He didn't know whether to be happy or cry at this time. Although he looked down on the complicit relationship between King Fuyu and King Xianbei, those who died at Yanmen Pass were all people regarded as enemies by the Han people, including
If you are defeated this time and the entire grassland no longer has the strength to fight against the Han people, then your own end will come.
"I saw it was caused by the bamboo pipes at the top of the Han city!" The King of Goguryeo was younger and his eyesight was much better.
"Nonsense! How can a mere bamboo pipe be so powerful?" King Buyeo was furious, glaring at the King of Goguryeo and roaring: "How can my warriors be defeated by bamboo pipes! It must be the evil method of the Han people!"
King Xianbei closed his eyes in pain. Ten thousand people and ten thousand of the most elite men under his command. Such a big loss has already hurt the foundation of Xianbei. Since the Han people have such powerful weapons, if they continue to fight...
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"Retreat your troops!" King Wuhuan said lightly, and the other three people surprisingly did not object. After seeing the power of the Han people, no one could muster the courage to continue fighting.
The heavy horn horn sound sounded, and they watched the coalition forces retreat in a hurry. Shouts of joy erupted from the top of Yanmen Pass. After three days of torture, the Han warriors hugged each other and cried, no longer caring about the man's tears.
Xie Zichang sat down on the ground, still holding the torch in his hand, and he didn't even feel the burning kerosene dripping on his hand. Shi Manzhu quickly took the torch from Xie Zichang's hand, and bandaged Xie Zichang while laughing.
: "Captain, we won! We won!"
Xie Baichuan came to his son's side and nodded solemnly: "Get up! The artillery battalion has made great contributions in this battle. You, the loyal old man, see it in your eyes and remember it in your heart. You will definitely report it to the general and His Majesty. Now that the thieves have retreated,
, you go down and rest first.”
Victory makes people excited and confident. Although they are very tired, the morale of the Han army is very high. They are full of confidence in guarding Yanmen Pass. No one cares about whether the coalition forces can come back. They are still worried about those who have been frightened.
The barbarians did not dare to come. The merchants were also crazy. They had already received promises from the general and had so many military exploits. They seemed to see the upper class that was originally out of reach waving to them. Under Xie Baichuan's deliberate indulgence, Yanmen Pass
The excitement is comparable to the Chinese New Year.
The main camp of the coalition forces is in sharp contrast to Yanmen Pass. This is probably what is often said: some families are happy and some are sad. Since Yanmen Pass seems to be celebrating the New Year, the coalition forces are like attending a funeral. Everyone in the big tent has a sad face and is silent. No one is talking.
Besides, if you show off your force, no one will come back, and all you will do is worry, fear, and fear.
King Wuhuan glanced around and was the first to speak: "Let's talk about it. Should we fight or leave next? If we leave, we will suffer huge losses in this battle and miss the last opportunity to fatten the cattle, sheep and livestock. If the winter is warm,
It's okay, but if it gets too cold, not many tribes will be able to survive it safely."
He sighed and continued: "If we fight, the Han people have such powerful weapons, and Yanmen Pass is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if we can finally break through, no one knows how many people are left standing here! Now my Wuhuan soldiers
We no longer have the most horses in the coalition, so I have decided to give way to you, and you should be the leader of the alliance, King Xianbei."
King Xianbei was stunned. He knew that King Wuhuan was sending his own army. The leader of the coalition sounded majestic, but it still had its time. It was really good at the time when they had just gathered. All the food, grass, and ordnance were in their hands.
In his hands, he can decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people with a single word, which is a great glory. But now, seeing that this battle can no longer be fought, still being the leader of the alliance is simply making himself uncomfortable.
"No, no, no, this king is really not up to the task. The leader of the alliance is really overestimating me!" King Xianbei rolled his eyes: "Although I have the most troops and horses in my hands now, I am still young and may not be able to convince others. King Fuyu is the oldest, so he is not as good as me.
King Buyeo will be the leader of this alliance!"
"You!" King Fuyu was not stupid, and he could naturally see the facts clearly. He glared at King Xianbei and said to King Wuhuan: "I am old and lack of energy, so it is difficult for me to take on a big responsibility. Please take back your order. I will treat you as the leader of the alliance."
The order is obeyed, if you have second thoughts again, you will not die a good death!"
King Wuhuan smiled bitterly: "Is this true?"
"Since I have made my oath, I will never go back on it."
"Then what if I, the alliance leader, let you attack Yanmen again?"
"This..." King Buyeo was stunned.
King Wuhuan chuckled: "Forget it, according to the rules of our grassland, the strong are respected. I have lost all my soldiers and horses, and this leader of the alliance has no shame. I will return with my people in three days. Yes
You can decide for yourself whether to fight or not!" After saying that, under the surprised eyes of everyone, King Wuhuan showed no nostalgia and led his people out of the tent.
Fighting requires courage. Once you lose your courage, you will shrink even in the face of a herd of sheep. The coalition forces are now in this predicament. Their morale has been completely destroyed by the Han army's serial artillery. They then attack Yanmen.
It is to die. Therefore, if King Wuhuan is leaving, others will naturally leave too. The consequences of staying here will not be good. If we can survive this winter, it seems good to wait until next year to attack Yanmen.
choose.
The dejected team walked very slowly, and the last soldiers reported that there was no pursuit at Yanmen Pass, which made the kings relax a little. Autumn is a good season for traveling, and the cool breeze blows and makes you feel relaxed and relaxed.
They stopped and went all the way to the northeast, but the road ahead was long. They had already received reports that the Han army had secretly arrived at Sangqian, which shocked several kings.
"When did the Han people go to Sanggan? Why don't we have any news?" King Xianbei was very anxious. Winter was about to come. It would be very troublesome if he didn't return to his tribe.
King Wuhuan sighed: "Su Ren's use of troops is indeed unique. Sanggan usually looks inconspicuous, but now it is blocking our way back. If we want to go home, we must capture Sanggan, but in my opinion With the current morale of the army, it is not easy to capture Sanggan."
"I would like to be a pioneer!" King Buyeo changed his mind and actually volunteered.
The King of Goguryeo chuckled and said: "Is King Buyeo sure of capturing Sanggan? The spies have already confirmed that it is Su Ren who is stationed at Sanggan, and there are a lot of troops!"
"Hmph! There is a saying among the Han people that mourning soldiers will lead to victory. Although we were defeated at Yanmen Pass, we may not be defeated at Sanggan. Firstly, Sanggan does not have a tall city wall. Secondly, our army is focused on returning home. In a real fight, who will lose and who will win? I’m really not sure.”
"What King Buyeo said is true, but don't forget that the Han people also have very powerful serial cannons!"
Hearing the name of Serial Cannon, King Fuyu no longer had the courage to continue to refute: "Then what do you think we should do?"
"What else can we do? Change the route!"
"Change the route? Go around Sanggan? Head north or south?"
"South? Yanmen Pass is in the south. We can only go north across the Qikeer River and enter the grassland. With our powerful cavalry, who can resist me?"
King Wuhuan, King Xianbei, and King Fuyu looked at each other, and suddenly felt that when did the King of Goguryeo become so kind, so calm, and even learned the art of fighting without a teacher? Look at each of them. Looking at you, his eyes were full of questioning. King Wuhuan thought about it again and again and finally decided to go north, but he didn't expect that there were Han people in the north. At this time, they finally knew that they had fallen into the Han people's plan. The Han people had already laid out a plan. A dragnet awaits them, and they dive in like prey.
"What should we do now? There are people all over the south, east, and north, and there will be no shortage of people in the west. We are completely surrounded by the Han people this time. It may not be easy to escape!"
"What are you afraid of? Even if we fight hard, I don't believe it. With so many of us, we can't kill the Han people!"
King Xianbei ignored King Fuyu and continued to say to King Wuhuan: "How about we negotiate? Send someone to ask for peace from the Han people!"
"It's ridiculous. How can we ask for peace at this time? Even if the Han people agree to our suing for peace, I'm afraid the conditions they propose are unaffordable for us!"
"Then what do you think we should do?" King Xianbei became angry and glared at King Fuyu.
King Wuhuan pondered for a long time and asked the King of Goguryeo for his opinion on this matter for the first time. No one expected such a move. The King of Goguryeo smiled faintly: "He? The Han people are going to kill us. How can we want peace?" It’s simple, there is only one way, fight hard!”
King Buyeo was furious: "Nonsense, it's not your clansmen who dare to die for love, don't you feel sorry for me!"
The King of Goguryeo still smiled and said: "Then you can take care of it. I, the King, will not talk too much!"
"Report..." Just when a few people were confused about whether to fight or get entangled, the hurried footsteps of the messenger once again made everyone's heart rise to their throats. One by one, they watched the messenger quickly run into the big tent and kneel down. He pricked up his ears and waited for his words.
The tent was very depressing, and the messenger couldn't help but feel very nervous. He looked around and quickly buried his head between his legs: "Your Majesty, fifteen miles to the west we found a large number of cavalry rushing towards our camp. There is another one." It’s time to kill!”
"Ah..." Jiwang took a deep breath and fell into his chair. (To be continued)