"Kill —" With a long shout, the five thousand soldiers were like ferocious tigers out of the gate, galloping madly on their horses, roaring as they charged toward D 'Lanza. Their gleaming sabers gleamed with a cold light in the setting sun.
To burn the flames of war on the Turkic steppe had been the dream of the Chinese soldiers for a century, and it was also the time for them to wash away their shame. Everyone's eyes shone with a fanatical flame, their faces flushed with excitement. The hooves of the horses kicked up a cloud of dust that covered half the horizon.
The thunderous galloping also startled the Turks who had just returned from grazing. They stood by the side of the tents, hands cupped over their eyes as they looked in their direction. The galloping horses were dressed in tattered robes, their expressions ferocious beyond compare. The Turkic men, women, and children of D 'Lanza suddenly let out excited shouts and rushed toward the horses. Their excited shouts and cheers instantly filled the steppe.
It was clear that the Turks, who had never been plundered before, treated these Chinese bandits who had penetrated deep into the steppe as warriors returning from a triumphant journey. In their minds, the Chinese would never take half a step into the steppe, and this sort of ferocious killing intent did not belong to the weak Chinese.
After traveling several li, when the two sides were only several hundred zhang apart, it was the Turkic sentry who first noticed something strange. This ferocious horseman was coming with a ferocious momentum, the snow-white sabers in their hands seeming like cold light streaking across the horizon, suffused with a chilling killing intent. The rider on the horse had yellow skin and black hair, and his callous eyes were as cold and emotionless as the winter's ice.
"Not good, it's the Chinese — ah —" The D 'Lanza sentry trembled in fear, but before he could sound the alarm, a steed had already galloped over, the sharp edge of his saber flashing like a snow-white chain. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Turk's body was cleaved in two, falling from his horse with a thud. His sunken eyes bulged out in shock, the cold light in them clearly visible. Clearly, even in death, he had never imagined that he would be buried under the blades of the Chinese at the gates of his homeland.
Gao Qiu's face was ferocious as he spat at the Turk's corpse and swung his saber. The blood on the blade splattered far away. He shouted in an awe-inspiring manner, "That's right, I am your Grandpa Gao from China. Offend me, the strong one. Kill him no matter how far he is! "
"Those who offend us will be killed no matter how far away they are!" Hu Bugui and the five thousand soldiers roared in unison. His swift figure flashed like a meteor, heading straight for D'Lanza's tent that stretched to the sky.
The cheering Turks excitedly charged toward the returning 'tribal warriors'. When Gao Qiu's blade flashed and killed the sentry, blood splashed all over the grass. They couldn't help but be stunned. Then they saw the faces of the "tribal warriors" clearly. They had yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. They looked completely different from the Turks.
"Ah! It's the Chinese!" Someone shouted, and countless Turks immediately came to a halt. Looking at the blood-dripping blade of the Chinese bandits, they seemed to be scared out of their wits, their eyes filled with unprecedented fear. No one could have imagined that these fierce Chinese people would charge into the grasslands, just like the Turks often did, igniting the flames of war at the back of the grasslands that the Turks thought was impregnable.
The strong contrast left all the Turks dumbfounded, and they even forgot to escape.
"Kill — —" Hu Bugui's eyes were bloodshot, fierce like a wild wolf on the grasslands. Together with Gao Qiu, he charged at the front of the troops. With a swish, his saber slashed down, and a pillar of blood shot into the sky. The head of a Turk flew high into the air, falling to the grass with a crash. The Turk's eyes were wide open. Even in death, he could not believe that the Chinese people had really come to kill them.
Amidst the blood that filled the sky, the Turks finally came to their senses. "Run — —" In their panic, the countless Turks began to flee. From a distance, they looked like dumplings in a pot of boiling water.
In an instant, the blind and helpless Turks became living targets for the Great Hua cavalry. They thought of their kin who had died under the hooves of the Turks, the elderly, the frail women, the helpless children, all of them lying in pools of blood, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
The eyes of the five thousand Chinese soldiers instantly turned red, their vicious wolfish instincts bursting forth from their bodies. Their expressions were cold as they slowly pulled back their bows, watching as the arrowheads pierced through the chests of the Turks. Hearing the sound of their ribs shattering and blood dripping, it was as if all their sorrow had been released.
Thud — — thud — — The Turks finally began to struggle. The several thousand Turks remaining in the tents seemed to awaken from a dream and mounted their horses, howling like wolves as they charged toward the Chinese cavalry. But in their haste, they had been completely unprepared, not even bothering to bring their bows and arrows. They had charged out with their sabers, but how could they be a match for the well-prepared Chinese cavalry?
The several thousand Chinese cavalry charged at the very front, only several hundred zhang away from Dalanza's tents. Gao Qiu coldly stared at the charging Hu, waiting until they were close enough. Then, with a cruel smile on his lips, he waved his hand, "Repeating ballistae, fire!"
The Great Hua Cavalrymen on horseback fired their crossbows in unison. The densely packed arrows were like countless bee stingers, instantly turning the grassland in front of them into a tragic hell. Countless Turks howled as they fell from their horses, only to be crushed into meat paste by their companions behind them.
After three volleys of arrows, less than half of the several thousand Turks remained. Five to six hundred Turks lay dead on the grassland. Most of them had already died under the arrows, and the few that were wounded were covered in arrows, barely breathing.
The blood of their comrades stained the eyes of the Hu and the ferocious nature of the Turks was on full display at this moment. Roaring loudly, they regrouped their attacks and stepped over the corpses of their comrades, even stepping on the chests of their comrades who were still groaning as they charged forward like the wind.
There was a huge difference between the Turks and the Chinese. Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed. To trample over the dead and wounded, this was not something that a hot-blooded soldier of China would do. Not only that, to the soldiers of China, preserving the remains of their comrades was as important as protecting their own lives. But the beliefs of the Turks were completely opposite. They only respected the strong, and for the sake of victory, anyone's life could be sacrificed, even if it was a comrade-in-arms. The nature of humans and wolves was vividly displayed at this moment.
Gazing at the remaining five hundred Turks, Hu Bugui pointed his blood-stained saber forward, the blood of the Hu dripping from the tip of the saber. He laughed heartily. "Good! Boys, let the Turks have a taste of pain, follow me and kill — — "
He and Gao Qiu charged at the front, the five thousand elite cavalry following closely behind, bellowing, "Kill, let the Turks have a taste of pain — —"
The deafening clatter of hooves made the vast grasslands seem incomparably noisy. In the dusk, the two groups of men and horses were fighting on the grassland. From time to time, miserable screams could be heard, piercing through the sky of the grassland and drifting into the distance. Dark red blood stains dyed the green grass and red flowers.
Five thousand against several hundred, this was completely an unfair massacre. The Turks probably never imagined that the method they were most proficient in would be returned to them by the Chinese. Even if the remaining five hundred men were the bravest warriors of the grasslands, they were no match for the wolf-like elites of China.
To kill the Turks on the grasslands, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity gave everyone an indescribable sense of joy. The days when the Turks could casually bully the Chinese were gone forever.
The five thousand soldiers transformed all their suffering and hatred into sharp swords, delivering them to the encircled Turks in front of them. At this moment, the five hundred Hu were the living targets of the Chinese soldiers. Every time their saber slashed down, there would be a wail of pain.
The Turks' combat power could be said to be valiant. Knowing that they were surrounded and that there was no chance of survival, they still desperately struggled. Their blood-stained faces were like demons from hell. "Kill — —" The dozens of Chinese soldiers roared in unison, the long spear tips piercing into the body of a Hu from all directions. Countless streams of blood gushed out, and the Hu was like a hedgehog. After struggling for a few moments, he swayed and finally collapsed.
Seeing that the Hu in front of them were about to be wiped out, the remaining people were also like an arrow at the end of its flight, tottering. Leaving Gao Qiu to lead the troops to continue killing, Hu Bugui waved his hand, and thousands of soldiers withdrew from the troops, following closely behind him toward the towering white tents of D 'Lanza.
Although they occasionally encountered resistance along the way, they were all the old, weak, sick, and disabled people of the tribe. The difference in combat power was too great, and they were no match for Hu Bugui and his brothers. These old, weak, sick, and disabled people were the last resistance of D 'Lanza. Apart from the majority of them who were old and weak, the rest were disabled Turks who had retreated from the battlefield, and had almost no combat power to speak of. Although they knew that there was a great disparity in strength, they still fearlessly blocked the advance of the Chinese cavalry. Amidst the surging blood-red light, it was a spectacular sight.
Fighting along the way, they finally neared the countless yurts of D 'Lanza that stretched as far as the eye could see. These were the tents used by the Hu tribe, and were different from the ordinary military yurts. Not only were they sturdier, but they were also larger, more than enough for a family to live in.
The yurts were the homes of the Turks. Sitting astride a horse, Hu Bugui's eyes flashed with a cold light. With his right hand, he slashed at a Hu who had launched a sneak attack from the side, while his left hand held up a blazing torch. The crackling sound was drowned out by the cries of the Turks.
Gao Qiu had finished off the last Turk, waving the blood-dripping blade in his hand, and roaring with a murderous laugh, "How can you not set fire to a place to kill? Old Hu, what are you waiting for?! "
"What a good way to set fire to a place to kill, I will let the Turks have a taste of this pain." Old Hu laughed loudly, sweeping his eyes across the sky full of tents, a blood-red light blossomed in his eyes, and with a 'pa', he threw the torch at the nearest tent.
The oil on the torch splashed onto the yurts, and with a light 'boom', the fire grew from small to large, and from near to far, the huge and spacious tent slowly began to burn, like a spark burning on the vast grassland. In a short while, the yurts were engulfed in flames, and the raging flames danced in the wind, setting the neighboring tents ablaze. Countless yurts, like matchsticks next to each other, were set ablaze one after another.
Ten tents, twenty tents, a hundred tents, the sparks grew larger and brighter. When the thousands of tents of D 'Lanza were set ablaze under the firmament, it was like fireworks were blooming in the night sky. The fiery light was like a flower of blood blooming on the grassland, reflecting the vast sky red.
There was no doubt that they had won this battle. This battle was probably the most unexpected battle of the hundreds of years of enmity between China and the Turks, and also the most satisfying battle for the Chinese soldiers. Encircling and annihilating the Turks on the grassland, just the thought of it made one's blood boil, like a dream, but it was happening right before their eyes.
When the endless tents were set ablaze. When the soaring flames illuminated their faces, countless soldiers rode back and forth on their horses, raising their swords high, cheering with all their might. Majestic passion filled their young and weathered faces.
In this battle, Lin Wanrong had deliberately stayed at the back. Although he had only been in this strange world for less than a year, when he saw Old Gao and Old Hu leading five thousand soldiers to kill like wolves, his blood-red eyes and excited face hid too much sorrow and heaviness. Lin Wanrong deeply understood their feelings. This battle should belong to them, to all their comrades who had suffered and died.
He sighed and stepped onto the carriage, only to see the Turkic girl's blood-red eyes. Rolling teardrops, deep hatred, and helplessness of sorrow.
"It hurts! Isn't it?! "Taking out the rag stuffed into Yujia's mouth, Lin Wanrong did not even raise his eyes as he spoke lightly.
Yujia bit her lip, and blood slowly seeped out. Like a she-wolf, she roared, "Evil China butcher, kill me!"
"Kill you?! There is no need. There is no need for me to repeat myself, "Lin Wanrong casually waved her hand and leisurely said:" Think about the time when you Turks raised your butcher's knife against my people. Only when you are alive will you be able to feel this unforgettable pain. Miss Yujia, I think you will slowly understand this. "
Yujia slowly closed her eyes. Two crystal tears lingered in the corners of her beautiful eyes for a long time before gently falling.
"The ground is covered in the blood of my people. Why, why is it like this?!" She muttered to herself, her voice was clear, but there was an indescribable sorrow in it.
"You are probably used to seeing the blood of my people from China." Lin Wanrong sneered, "If you want to understand this, it is simple. Go and ask your honorable Khan Pijia. From the moment he started the war, he was destined to be an executioner. All of this is what you Turks deserve. "
Yujia's eyes were cold, "Khan Pijia's way of thinking is something you China people who live in the land of wealth will never understand. Generations of us Turks have been herding livestock on these barren plains and deserts. If you didn't live in it, how could you understand the cold rain and wind? Yu Jia couldn't understand why such a rich paradise could only be enjoyed by people like you, who only wanted to live a comfortable life and had no ambition to make progress. Why can my brave people live in tents and live on horseback?! Lord Wo Laoqi, you claim to be the smartest person in China. Yujia just wants to ask, is this arrangement fair?! The Turk Khan wholeheartedly led his people to seek a better life. Is this also wrong?! "
The Turk girl's words were sharp. Her eyes were full of tears, but she stubbornly looked at him, as if searching for an answer.
From the perspective of this era, Yujia's way of thinking was indeed different. She acknowledged the riches of China and dreamed that the Turks could one day live such a prosperous and stable life. This in itself was not bad. However, the smarter a person was, the easier it was for them to get stuck in a dead end. A shadow of this could be seen in the Turk girl.
Lin Wanrong shook his head and laughed, "This world has never been fair. The heavens have given you strengths, but they will also give you weaknesses. It's just like how you Turks are tall and strong, while our Da Hua people are much weaker. In a battle, you people have an innate advantage. Miss Yu Jia, tell me, is this fair? "
Yueya thought for a moment and did not answer his question.
"The land of the Turks is barren, but your people are strong and will not be bullied by others. The heavens have given you strengths and weaknesses, but you always like to use your weaknesses to compete with the strengths of others, never mentioning the advantages you take. Miss Yujia, is there really such a good thing in this world? "Lin Wanrong's eyes burned as he stared at her face.
Yujia was stunned, and after a long while, she gritted her teeth and said, "According to what you said, my people should be trapped on the grasslands, suffering from the cold wind and rain, diseases and cold?"
"That is your own shortsightedness." Lin Wanrong said angrily, "You think the grasslands are barren? Wrong, very wrong. This vast grasslands of La Xa contain countless treasures. A thousand years later, it will become a golden land that countless people will fight for. To the north of La Xa, there will be a huge country, bigger than you can imagine — "
"What country? How do you know?! "Yueya looked at him, full of confusion.
Lin Wanrong was stunned, then said angrily, "Don't interrupt me when I speak — I am smart, I guessed it with my brain. Can I?! "
Yujia looked at him, her lips twitched, and she turned her head away, snorting to herself.
"That's right, our China is rich. But, there are some things that can't be solved by being rich. Just like the Chinese language, medicine, and art you learned, does it have anything to do with being rich? It is the accumulation of a nation for thousands of years, the crystallization of a nation's wisdom, and it has nothing to do with where you live. If you want your people to have a good life, you can't do it by invading and occupying other people's resources. You have to rely on your own hands to create it. You can trade with your neighbors, and you can marry them. You can learn their advanced technology, textile, smelting, herding, mining, and travel. You have the natural conditions, and you have many ways to get rich. Why do you have to squeeze the living space of other nations in order to survive? Let me tell you, any nation that gets rich by invading others will not last long — do you understand what I am saying? "
He was impassioned, as if he was giving a speech. His saliva was all over the ground, and his mouth was cramping.
Yujia was silent for a long time, then said, "You make it sound nice. Textile, smelting, they are all the treasures of your China. Would you teach them to us so selflessly? Ridiculous. "
Seeing her lukewarm attitude, Lin Wanrong was annoyed, "You haven't tried it. How do you know it won't work? As long as you are willing to pay the price, there is nothing in this world that won't work. "
Yujia obviously misunderstood his meaning, and her face turned red. She said angrily, "Don't even think about it. A ferocious wolf can never insult the daughter of the grassland — "
"Alright, alright, stop chanting your Turkic incantations." Lin Wanrong's scalp went numb, and he quickly waved his hand, "You are not the Turkic Khan, why am I telling you this?! Playing the lute to a cow! "
Yujia was so angry that her face turned white, and she said coldly, "Yes, playing the lute to a cow!"
That was amazing! Lin Wanrong laughed heartily. This girl actually knew how to use idioms.
Yujia's face turned red, and she glared at him angrily, "Shameless China butcher. Your hands are stained with the blood of my people, what is the use of saying this now?! "
If she hadn't brought it up, I would have forgotten. We're in the middle of a war right now. What's the use of talking to this girl? I've let down my brothers. Lin Wanrong felt ashamed.
Hu Bugui's voice sounded from outside the carriage, "Reporting to General, the battle is over. Our army has lost eighteen soldiers, and thirty are injured. The adult Turkic men of D 'Lanza have all been killed, and only three thousand women and children are left — how should we deal with them, General, please tell us. "
Hearing Hu Bugui's report, Yujia's face turned pale, and she looked anxiously at Lin Wanrong, as if she wanted to say something, but after a long time, she could not open her mouth.
Lin Wanrong grunted, and was about to get off the carriage, when Yueya suddenly said, "Lord —"
Lin Wanrong looked up at her, and Yujia's face was pale, and she said weakly, "Those are women and children, can you —"
Lin Wanrong's eyebrows shot up, and he snorted coldly. Yujia's expression changed dramatically, her body trembling, and tears welling up in her eyes. She said angrily, "We Turks will never lower our noble heads. One day, whatever you have done, I will make you pay back a hundredfold — — Hey — — "
Before she had finished venting her anger, the black-faced bandit had already jumped off the carriage, leaving only the curtain trembling, and her delicate voice echoing in the carriage.
Thinking of the bandit's methods, Yujia could not help shuddering. The faces of countless women and children appeared in front of her eyes, and she seemed to see the blood stains on the ground in front of the guillotine — —
"Brother Gao, brother Hu, well done." When she jumped out of the carriage, she saw that Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu were standing to one side, blood dripping from their unsheathed blades. Lin Wanrong could not help but pat their shoulders a few times to show her appreciation.
With so few casualties, they had annihilated a Hu tribe, this could not help but be called a miracle.
"This battle was easy, if we could do this every day in the future, it would be great." Old Gao chuckled and whispered furtively, "Actually, we managed to capture quite a few of those able-bodied Turks alive. But, they very 'coincidentally' found a chance to escape, and very unfortunately, ran into our repeating crossbows — — hehe — — "
Old Gao's little tricks, Lin Wanrong could not be bothered to care, and just laughed it off.
Thousands of tents were ablaze, and huge black flames filled the sky. Five thousand soldiers on horseback, holding up torches, illuminating D 'Lanza like it was daytime. That imposing manner, was really like a bandit raiding houses on the plains. They formed a circle, their eyes glinting coldly, staring at the crowd in the middle.
The crowd that was surrounded was a dense mass of three to four thousand people, and they were all Turkic women and children. The oldest was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was still in swaddling clothes. The children tightly clung to their mothers, their eyes filled with all kinds of complicated emotions, fear, and hatred. A few even held small bows in their hands, although they were not lethal, the arrows were aimed directly at the Chinese cavalry. The captured Turkic women tightly held their children in their arms, gazing at the cold swords and spears of the Chinese soldiers, their eyes filled with despair.
As Lin Wanrong walked over, looking at the childish figures and the hatred in their blue eyes, his scalp went numb. So many people, all women and children, what to do with them?! He frowned, sighing, "Big brothers, what do you think we should do?!"
Gao Qiu clenched his teeth, gesturing fiercely, "The Turks have taken over the cities of China, and have shown no mercy to our compatriots, regardless of whether they are men or women, old or young, they have massacred them all! As the saying goes, give them a taste of their own medicine. How they treat us, we will treat them the same! "
Hu Bugui was clearly hesitant, and finally cupped his fists, whispering, "We will listen to general's decision."
Such a hot potato was something he had never encountered before. How to deal with it really put Lin Wanrong in a dilemma.
Gazing at the blazing torches, the hateful eyes of the Turkic women and children, and the expectant eyes of the Chinese soldiers, he slowly paced back and forth, cold sweat drenched his back. Gao Qiu and Hu Bugui also understood his difficulties, and looking at his tightly furrowed brows, they did not say a word.
Time ticked by. The fierce flames in the burning yurt roasted everyone's faces red. Countless Turkic women and children stared coldly at the black face of the Chinese who had grasped their fate in his hands.
Lin Wanrong abruptly halted his footsteps, let out a long sigh, and glanced at the Gao and Hu Bugui.
Hu Bugui exclaimed, "General, you've made up your mind?!"
Lin Wanrong did not answer him, but fiercely stepped up, his face as black as charcoal, and fiercely roared, "All the Turks, look at my face — —"
Hu Bugui hurriedly translated his words, and as expected, the gazes of more than three thousand women and children uniformly shot toward his face.
"It's me, who killed your husbands, your fathers! Because, they killed my relatives, my compatriots, including countless women and children like you! You can choose not to believe it, because your Khan will say that everything is fake, but, he has never dared to swear to the god of the grassland. These words, I will only say it once, and will never be repeated in the future! My Turkic name is Sanshe — — Wo Lao Gong — — you all remember this face of mine. If you have hatred or grievances, come at me, if I'm afraid of you, I'm your grandfather! " He roared like a wolf, and his ferocious appearance made even the babies crying piteously in their mothers' arms stop crying. All the gazes of the Turks were focused on him, there was fear, but more than that, there was hatred.
His voice was calm as he swept his gaze across all the Turks. Reaching into his bosom, he slowly took out an item and showed it to the Turks. "Based on the conduct of you Turks, my brothers and I will not let you off, regardless of whether it's by reason or by reason. But, our China has an old saying, 'The heavens have the virtue of cherishing life.' Since the old saying says so, I will give you a chance, let the heavens decide your fate — — "
The Turks were silent. The soldiers of China also stared at their commander, not knowing how he was going to decide the fate of the Hu.
Lin Wanrong snorted, coldly saying, "In the history of China, this is the fairest method of competition — — tossing a copper coin! When the copper coin in my hand falls to the ground, heads means that you can leave safely. If it's tails, then leave your lives behind to pay for the debts of my compatriots! May Bodhisattva Guanyin and the god of the grassland be our witnesses — — — "
He clenched his teeth, the copper coin in his hand flying into the air, tumbling countless times before falling soundlessly onto the grassland — —
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