Volume Six, Suddenly Chapter 71: The setting sun is like blood, and the deep sea is like ink
The setting sun was like blood. Hua Ying, the vanguard general of the Northern Army of Datang Town, stood in the hunting wind, watching the smoke and dust disappear in the distance. He finally relaxed and was shaky, but was supported by Situ Yilan beside him.
The wilderness more than a hundred miles away from Guhe was full of blood and corpses. However, it had been blown by the strong wind from the north for a whole day. The fishy smell was no longer too strong, but the sky and the earth were still bloody after all.
The preparations for this war began in the early morning, and the cavalry began to contact before noon. The battle continued until dusk, when the winner was finally determined. The one who won the final victory was, of course, the Tang army.
The cavalry of the Golden Horde suffered heavy casualties, Shanyu fell into a coma, and several high priests sent to the front line died in the melee. At the last moment, the young slave strongman Ata was forcibly recalled by the national army to escort the seriously injured Le
Bu, retreated with the remaining soldiers, thus escaping the fate of being crushed by the cavalry.
——General Xu Chi prepared 700 heavy black armored cavalry for this young slave, and waited at the edge of the battlefield, just to rush to death when this man came to the rear.
The Royal Court of the Golden Horde was defeated and fled north. The Tang army began to pursue them, and the Tang army began to clean up the battlefield.
This most brutal field battle in a thousand years has naturally created the most brutal battlefield. There are arms cut off by simple knives everywhere, corpses disemboweled everywhere, pools of blood gradually turning everywhere, and chaos everywhere.
Human mosquitoes and flies are everywhere, groaning in pain.
The medical team of the Tang Army kept walking through the wilderness. The cavalry used their superb riding skills to carry stretchers and carry their injured comrades to the military camp. The most seriously injured soldiers would be dragged back to the Guhe Military Camp in carts for further treatment.
In the governance of the country, people are fighting for time and trying to keep more people alive.
In addition to treating comrades and collecting weapons and armor, cleaning the battlefield also has another important mission, which is to accept surrenders and collect prisoners and wounded soldiers who are unable to fight anymore - hundreds of Tang soldiers are walking on the field holding war horses.
The strange thing is that there are no prisoners in sight.
A prairie barbarian was lying in the weeds, staring at the gray sky, his eyes extremely desperate. His slightly heaving chest proved that he was not dead yet, and his pale face was covered with blood.
A shadow fell on his face, followed by the blade.
A Golden Horde cavalryman was pinned down by the body of his mount, and his broken ribs pierced his lungs. Blood foam kept spurting out from his lips, and he died in a moment of help, wailing in pain.
When he saw the Tang soldiers approaching with bloody knives, instead of fear and despair, he showed an expression of joy and shouted something in prairie dialect, with an expression full of begging.
Ordinary soldiers of the Zhenbei Army can understand the barbarian language fluently. The Tang soldiers who came over understood this sentence and looked at each other with some hesitation. At this moment, Wang Wu limped over, his face expressionless.
He raised the knife with an expression on his face and directly chopped the dying Golden Horde cavalryman to death, cutting off his head at the same time.
A Tang soldier said: "We just don't want to give him pleasure."
"Whether he is in pain or not has nothing to do with us. I cut off his head not to show my kindness, but... there are still so many heads to cut off, and I don't have time to wait for you."
After saying this, Wang Wu led the war horse and walked towards the meadow in front where the corpses were denser. Behind him, there was a large cart following, which was already piled with the heads of the prairie people.
Wang Wu and his comrades really didn't want to give pleasure to those seriously injured prairie barbarians. The reason why they did this was not out of humanitarian considerations, but just because they needed these heads.
The fact that they want the heads of these prairie people has nothing to do with merit calculation, but simply because the General's Office has issued an ironclad order. All the heads of the prairie people must be chopped off and then gathered together.
As for taking prisoners... there are no prisoners on the battlefield today.
Looking at the surrounding fields, the setting sun like blood and the blood-like heaven and earth. A satisfied smile appeared on Hua Ying's somewhat pale cheeks, and then he coughed, and his beard was splashed red with blood.
As a vanguard general, his military exploits today are naturally the greatest, but he really doesn't care about these things, and he knows very well that he will never need to care about them again in the future.
"You should know very well why I have been suffering in the frontier all these years."
Hua Ying's voice was a little choppy and she looked tired, but she had a clear spirit.
Situ Yilan remained silent and helped him sit firmly on the grass.
The Hua family was loyal to Li Yu, and had played a very disgraceful role in the battle for the throne a few years ago, but was forcibly suppressed by Ning Que and the late empress. Hua Shanyue died, and the Hua family also declined rapidly.
I believe that after this battle, the past will be forgotten.
But it's hard for Hua Ying to forget those past moments.
"Academy...or rather, Mr. Thirteen, is really a ruthless person."
Looking at the tragic scenes around him, he thought about the tragic experience of the Hua family and the dozens of Gushan County men who were sent to die on the front line, and shook his head.
"If he had asked the Zhenbei Army to take over those wild horses in advance, even if he just told the general or me in advance, I think so many people would not have to die in the past three years."
Situ Yilan remained silent.
As a student in the front yard of the academy, as Ning Que's former friend and current follower, she did not agree with Hua Ying's view, but at this moment she could not explain anything, because for three years, due to the lack of war horses,
, the Tang army paid too much price, and too many people died today.
"But... I like it very much." Hua Ying suddenly laughed.
He continued with admiration and emotion: "The Golden Tent is really powerful... His method should be the one that kills the fewest people... But in this process, he must be ruthless to the end. Only in this way can he fight with the minimum cost."
I admire him very much and sympathize with him for winning this national war."
This passage was very complicated and even a little unclear in logic, but Situ Yilan understood it.
Hua Ying looked at the twilight grassland in the distance, at the smoke and dust, at the enemies fleeing in panic, at the soldiers of the Beida Battalion dotting the rear not far and near, and finally closed her eyes.
There was still a smile on his face, a satisfied smile.
Completely defeating the cavalry of the Golden Horde, and watching the talented Shan Yu and the unfathomable national advisor escape like dogs, it was undoubtedly the most beautiful thing for a Tang general.
If you can see this scene, you can naturally rest your eyes in peace.
Situ Yilan put her hand in front of his nose and stayed for a moment. She was silent for a long time. Finally, she let go and laid the body flat on the grass, signaling to the waiting military doctor to come forward and deal with it.
She stood up, still hunting in the wind.
In the fierce battle, part of the flag of the Tang Dynasty was burned. It was charred and ugly, but the golden thread inside was still dazzling and brilliant in the twilight, and seemed to last forever.
She held the disabled flag, looked around, and then looked to the north.
The remaining forces of the Golden Horde are fleeing north with all their might.
The Zhenbei Army defeated the main force of the Royal Court. It does not mean total annihilation.
Hua Ying did not remind her of anything before she died, nor did she leave any last words that Shan Yu must not be allowed to escape, because he knew very well that the Golden Court would not regain its vitality this time.
Because those grassland people moved their families southward, too far south.
If the grassland people still stayed on the front line of Qichengzhai instead of attacking like this fierce wildfire, even if they were defeated, they would have a high chance of escaping back to the depths of the grassland, just like they did for hundreds of years.
The vast grassland will be extremely difficult to fight and find after summer begins. By then, it will be difficult for the Tang army to completely annihilate each other. But now that the grassland people have gone too far south and even passed through the Xiangwan Plain, how can they escape back?
Situ Yilan did not think that the grassland people could escape back, nor would they allow the grassland people to escape.
She looked at the messy smoke and dust in the north and said, "Take a rest, and then prepare to pursue."
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The vanguard camp of the Zhenbei Army was very noisy, with the smell of boiling hemp floating everywhere. In the row of iron furnace rooms to the east, the sound of banging weapons could be heard, but not many people spoke.
A whole day of bloody battles exhausted the generals and soldiers to the extreme, and the Tang army also paid a heavy price. Even General Hua Ying finally died of exhaustion from blood loss - regaining hope in a desperate situation, and then winning a great victory.
With a strong enemy, the atmosphere in the military camp is naturally good. But it is relatively silent.
The flattest meadow behind the Pioneer Camp has been isolated and is quieter than the camp, so the sound of the black donkey chewing grapes is very clear.
The fourth senior brother walked to the broken chariot. He pointed at the junior brother and junior sister and introduced to Hei Lu: "Those are the sixth junior brother and the seventh junior sister. I entered the school earlier than them and am ranked fourth."
Hei Donkey was still very reserved. He nodded and said nothing, but he was thinking in his heart. Fortunately, the people he met were not sophomores or juniors. Otherwise, based on the time of entry, wouldn't he have to greet them first?
The big black horse shook his head and ran over happily. He looked around and didn't see that familiar figure. He immediately lowered his head, looking a little disappointed.
"I don't know where my junior brother is." The fourth senior brother explained: "...In fact, no one knows his whereabouts since he left Chang'an City."
In this bloody and tragic battle, the mysterious national advisor never took action. He responded to Shanyu from the beginning, and then quickly retreated north with the most elite and loyal 30,000 Duo'er cavalry from the royal court.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Ning Que did not take action and did not show up until after the war. No one knew where he went. Just like this past spring, he disappeared again.
The big black horse was a little disappointed. He walked to the top of the meadow and looked at the sun that was about to be swallowed by the ground. He was silent. He knew that the sun was actually swallowed by the black sea in the north.
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The sun that never sets on the grassland was first the emperor of the Huangren Empire, then the Great Priest of Light who founded the Demon Sect, and later he was the Shanyu of the Golden Tent.
Shanyu has always believed that he is like the sun. Even if it sets, it will still get up again tomorrow. But today he felt that it might be difficult for him to get up again.
Thirty thousand of the most loyal Duo'er cavalry escorted him to Weicheng. General Loeb's injuries were stable and he quickly recovered with the help of the high priest. When the young slave Ata stood silently in front of his bed, he was still powerful enough.
With enough strength and strong men, he also has a national master.
But he still felt like he was struggling on the cold seabed and would suffocate at any time.