The king fled, and now even the strongest warrior in the clan, Donkey Palm, was dead. The Qiang people were panicked and no longer wanted to fight to the death. After barely holding on for a while, they collapsed and either fled or surrendered. The Qiang people in the village were suddenly attacked and the group was leaderless.
There were heavy casualties and they surrendered earlier than they did.
"We won...the Han army is mighty...mighty! Mighty! Mighty..."
The Han soldiers looked up to the sky and roared wildly, venting their inner excitement. Surrounded by them were kneeling trembling Qiang people, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.
The Qiang people are different from the grassland nomads. They do not live in felt tents, but in wooden houses. As the name suggests, they are houses built with wooden planks, which are the easiest to burn. Gai Jun looked at the fires breaking out everywhere and knew that they would not be extinguished as soon as possible.
Not to mention that all the loot was burned, even the lives of those in the stronghold were in danger. Guan Yu was ordered to lead his people to put out the fire. He then ordered Gai Yin to set up a law enforcement team to keep an eye on the Han army, especially the prisoners and Lingzhou.
people, to prevent them from killing people to vent their anger.
When several Qiang prisoners were brought in for questioning, they learned that the bandit leader had escaped. Gai Jun felt a thump in his heart, and his good mood disappeared immediately. It was already midnight, and even if he sent pursuers, he probably wouldn't be able to catch up. Should he just give up like this?
? He was very unwilling. If he didn't kill the culprit, how could he have the face to go back? Gai Jun lay on the bed of the Qiang village chief, tossing and turning until dawn.
In the early morning, Gai Yin came in to report the results of the battle. There were only more than 3,000 Qiang people left in the Qiang village of more than 5,000 people, mostly women and children. The number of Qiang people who entered the territory of the Han invaders dropped sharply from more than 2,000 people to 500, and only three to five people escaped.
Hundreds of people were killed, and the rest were all killed. However, the Han army only lost 74 people and injured more than 100 people. It can be said that it was a great victory.
Gai Jun called everyone together. He thought about it all night, but he still thought that he could not let go of the thief leader, and he revealed some ideas. He attacked twice, and he was successful. He used his troops like a god. Everyone worshiped him so much that they followed him blindly.
He now said that they were willing to jump off the cliff. Only Fu Xie was not affected by this and objected fiercely, "Gai Changshi, that's enough. We have already taken revenge. If we move forward, we will be in danger of destruction. We have captured a lot of cattle."
If you give sheep and horses to the families of those who died in the war, the people of Lingzhou will understand."
"This way - I will give you three hundred men. You can bring the loot and wounded back to Lingzhou, and I will lead a thousand men to chase after him..." Gai Jun knew as soon as he saw the reaction of the crowd that they must support him, and Fu Xie's opposition affected him.
Can't reach him.
"You, you..." Fu Xie glared at each other, too angry to speak.
"If you can't catch me, then go back. Can the Qiang people stop me?" Gai Jun was determined and waved his hand, "That's it."
After resting for half a day in Qiang Village and replenishing dried meat and fodder, Gai Jun led thousands of horses and headed north to Juechen. Since many horses were captured in this battle, the Han army became one man and two horses, which was very luxurious.
In order to escape for their lives, the opponent ran at a speed of two hundred miles every day. For several days in a row, the Han army was exhausted. On this day, the Han army stopped at the junction of the two rivers. Gai Jun ordered the troops to rest where they were, and he was full.
Take in the scenery of the surrounding mountains with great interest.
Guo Rui accompanied him and explained: "Chang Shi, this is Shegu Mountain. The two rivers in front are muddy water and the Shen River. They meet here. After crossing the river, the number of Qiang tribes began to increase."
"Shegu Mountain? So you're talking about the boundaries of Shen County in the old days?" Gai Jun is familiar with geography and history. Since the Han army was defeated in the sixth year of Emperor Shun Yonghe (141), the Han people have never been here again. And, from here to the north
Thousands of miles away, everything once belonged to the Han people.
"What else can I say about the mourning area thousands of miles away? What a shame for our generation!" Gai Jun sighed as he slapped the mountain. "I will spend my lifetime to recover from it!"
Guan Yu heard the excitement in his heart, clasped his fists and begged for orders: "In the future, Gaishehu will lead his troops to regain the lost territory, and someone will be the first to get there."
Gai Yin didn't speak, but his eyes showed his attitude.
These words reached the ears of the Han army through Guo Rui's mouth, and everyone shouted "Long live". This is their hometown. An acre of land here used to be worth only one stone meter, more than a hundred yuan. Why? Because there is too much land, and the whole family, old and young,
Even if we go into battle together, we will never be able to finish the planting. But what about now? Tucked away within a small area of Zuofengyi, there are so many people, so little land, so much poverty. It’s hard to describe in detail.
If they can come back one day, what regrets would they have if they died fighting for this? At least their deaths can give future generations a life without worries about food and clothing.
After the Han riders crossed the river, they traveled thousands of miles north, as if they were in an uninhabited country.
How can it be that there are thousands of Han troops rampaging at the door of our house? However, when the various chiefs heard that they came to pursue Mang Feng, they all silently agreed. Mang Feng, the son of a slave, aspired to become the new leader.
Lord Zero's rise to power was full of blood, and the Qiang chieftains hated him to the core. However, because Mang Feng was so powerful and would retaliate, they dared not speak out. This time he was chased by the Han army, and they were happy to watch.
The chiefs still remember the way Mang Feng flaunted his power in front of them before he invaded Han territory.
Four thousand riders, a total of four thousand riders. In the end, only about 200 people came back. It is said that Donkey Palm also died. Alas! How pitiful! Hahahaha!
Mang Feng has never been so embarrassed. Today, he was rejected by a Qiang village again. How many times has this happened to him? I am afraid he can’t count them on one hand. What makes him even more sad is that,
The leader of the Qiang village is his sworn brother, and the oath of living and dying together is still in his ears. Now that he has rejected himself, who else will accept him?
Looking back at the people following him, he counted less than 200. When he came out, he brought out 4,000 cavalry. When he returned, he had 2,300 or 2,300 cavalry. Even though he was attacked that night, he still gathered 500 people.
Later, he walked away and died, and now there are only so many left. And he finally knew that the one who defeated him was only a small army of a thousand people. No wonder he became the laughing stock of Northland Xianling, and even he also
I feel very ridiculous.
"King, king... look?" A Qiang man pointed to the distance. There was a large plume of smoke and dust over there, as if cavalry were galloping towards him.
Mang Feng retracted his thoughts, focused on the distance, jumped up and shouted: "Are the Han dogs chasing us?"
The Qiang man said cautiously: "King Han Dog's cavalry is not on that side."
Mang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly. It seemed that he was really in a state of defeat.
As the two sides got closer, everyone cheered like crazy. That was their reinforcements, the long-awaited reinforcements. They no longer had to flee! They were safe!
The leader was Feng Tang, the son of Mang Feng. He was only fourteen years old and was born with great strength. He looked as young as sixteen or seventeen and resembled his father. Not only did he bring out all the two thousand fine cavalry left in the family, he also
The young men between the ages of twelve and fifteen were gathered together to form five hundred-man teams. In addition, Jialiang, the son-in-law of the chieftain, also came with two thousand troops. Jialiang was not as ambitious as Mangfeng.
Ling Zhong is very popular, so he invited three small chiefs to support him this time. Each of the small chiefs led 1,000 troops, and the total reinforcements were 7,500 people.
"Father -" Feng Tang and Jialiang looked at Mang Feng and his men with shocked expressions. They heard that Mang Feng was defeated and rushed to support them. They didn't expect that he would be defeated so miserably. That was four thousand cavalry.
Is it just gone? Mang Feng has enemies all over the place, what can he do to scare them in the future?
When Mang Feng saw his son and son-in-law, he was almost moved to tears. However, he was a heroic figure after all and quickly controlled his emotions. He understood the meaning in their eyes, but now was not the time to think about that. He glared at them fiercely.
Behind him was the direction from which the Han cavalry was chasing. He decided to take revenge and kill all the Han troops to wash away the shame they had put on him.