My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 302: The North is unified, how many people are alone in the world?

"Luantanba Gui is dead!"

"The Khan of the Western Steppes is dead!"

"Victory!"

The dense cheers and the mournful cries of the Tutan people buzzed in Jin Shuliu's ears. He couldn't hear much, but his limbs and body began to feel numb.

Khan is dead...

How could he die...

Jin Shuliu stood twenty feet away from the northeast corner of the king's tent. He turned his head tremblingly and looked in the direction where many eyes were looking. A tall and upright figure was holding up a head with white beard and hair.

"Khan..." His Adam's apple rolled, and finally a voice came out.

Surrounded by a forest of spears and sword formations, people swarmed in to chop down the stubborn Luotans. Jin Shuliu suddenly roared "Ah!" and rushed towards the figure holding the head high, trying to take back the Khan's head. .

Next to Su Chen, Li Xuanba looked at the head angrily, muttering about the military exploits that originally belonged to him, but were snatched away by King Xia. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, he turned his head, and his face covered with blood was filled with tears. smile.

"one left!"

Jin Shuliu rushed over, raised his arm, and swung away the scimitar in his hand. The next moment, a huge hammer hit him in the chest with a loud sound, knocking him to the ground. Even though he was strong, he couldn't bear the blow. At the second blow, the chest was sunken and the person was dead.

"Khan..." Blood gushed out of his mouth, which was his last murmur,

Not far away, Su Chen put down the head and threw it to Dian Wei, asking Zhao Yun and Xu Chu to quickly lead troops to control the Luotang tribe: "Anyone who resists, kill on the spot!"

The horn sounded, and the troops continued to spread, forming an encirclement.

Between the tents, the crowded Kuantan herdsmen and soldiers began to put down their weapons in large areas and kneel on the ground. The fighting Youyan Army and Tang Army passed them and continued to move forward.

The sea of ​​fire to the east of the tribe was still spreading in the cold wind, and most of the corpses on the ground had been turned into coke, or were choked to death by the thick smoke. The [-] Luotang cavalry who originally surrounded the rear of the Yulin Cavalry were killed by Huo Qubing in the wilderness. Defeated, when the news of Luotang Bagui's death came, the cavalry stopped fighting or fled, dismounted and knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the king's tent, bowed their heads in salute, and surrendered to Huo Qubing.

After a whole night of fighting, Zhang Yi, Ge Shuhan, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong and others had never felt so exhausted, almost on the verge of collapse.

The wind blew across the field, and as the night gradually passed, the green color enveloped the grassland, and the eastern sky turned fish-belly white.

The skylight quickly enveloped the world along the undulating grassland.

The huge tribal offensive and defensive battle has come to an end. The tribe that originally belonged to the Luotang people is covered with corpses of people and horses, and blood stretches from the edge of the tribe from more than 200 feet in the king's tent to the surrounding area.

Soldiers from all armies, herdsmen, and cavalry calmed down with numb expressions, and cleaned up the corpses on the ground.

The flames are being extinguished, and thick smoke fills the sky with the wind.

Occasionally, in the corners of the tribe, there were still small groups of Luuta people who were still resisting, but there were not many of them anymore. The soldiers of the Tang Army or Youyan Army who rushed over were surrounded by several small teams and then slaughtered them all.

It wasn't until the sky rose above the clouds that the entire camp erupted in cheers of victory for the Yan army.

Some soldiers pulled the carts and collected the armor and weapons on the ground in the carts. The injured soldiers were placed in intact tents for their companions to bandage. Many people here felt pain from their wounds only after the fight was over.

The crowd was noisy, with the majority cheering for victory. The horses were galloping on the grassland. Huo Qubing led the surrendered cavalrymen of the Kuantan tribe to dismount, walked into the tribe together, and knelt down in front of the king's tent that had been re-supported.

Surrounded by surrendered soldiers of the Luotang tribe, Wu Zixun gave the head of the tribe to the women of the tribe to be re-sewn on the body.

It was Su Chen's rule that people who were enemies in life would not beat their bodies again after death. He asked people to get the large bamboo tapes used to remove ghosts, wrap the opponent's body in it, and place it on top of the dead people. People from the tribe are allowed to go to offer sacrifices and express condolences.

In the camp, people come and go, and it is extremely troublesome to clean up the messy tribe after the war. The tents need to be put up again, and the herdsmen who have died have to be properly resettled.

In the future, these people will be used by Su Chen. In Li Shimin's words, everything in this world is the private property of the emperor. If you die in a confrontation, you will die. But after the war, whether you surrender or be a prisoner of war, you can use it if you can. , if you can caress them, holding them in your hands may not be a sharp weapon in the future.

When the sky rose at noon, Su Chen stood in front of the king's tent, looking at the grassland outside the tribe. He held the Xia Wang Sword still stained with blood and handed it to Wu Zixun to wipe it.

He looked at the scenery in the distance, waiting for the scouts sent in the morning to come back. On the eastern front, he didn't know how Wen Hou Lu Bu was doing.

Countless soldiers cheered outside, but Su Chen did not stop him. The war was over. When it was time to be happy, it was time to let the soldiers vent their emotions.

At this time, the knife wound on his chest had solidified, but the pain was still burning. Su Chen turned his head and looked at Wu Zixun, who was wiping the Xia Wang Sword.

"Send some more scouts out... I'm a little worried about the Eastern Front. It will be difficult for Marquis Wen to lead the Xi Zhuquan cavalry to fight. It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. If Xi Zhuquan's subordinates can't do it, let Luo Ting on the Eastern Front The cavalry is defeated and coming back for reinforcements will be extremely detrimental to the current outcome of the battle!"

Li Shimin and Zhu Di, two emperors who had fought in the war, stood beside Su Chen. Listening to his instructions, they couldn't help but nod in appreciation. "If Changsheng had been placed in my time, he would have been the founding general of the country." Li Shimin laughed out loud, "Although this kind of alertness is common sense, many generals won battles, were arrogant and arrogant, and ended up being beaten back and losing their troops. If I don’t tell you, the results won will be given away to others.”

Zhu Di nodded: "Who says it's not the case? But rest assured, I won't conquer it myself again and again."

As for the battle last night, although a steady and steady attack can win, the prerequisite is that the cavalry on the eastern front cannot be withdrawn to rescue the tribe, otherwise they will lose in a mess under internal and external attacks.

War is about ending the battle as quickly as possible. This is what every general or emperor must do.

Su Chen's performance this time can be regarded as an outstanding general. He decisively charged and entered the enemy's formation with a desperate attitude. Although it was a bit risky, it could boost morale.

Su Chen couldn't help but curl up his lips as he listened to the two emperors' comments. Who doesn't like to be praised?

Recalling the arrogance and tyranny of the Xirong people in Yantangguan and Yunqi, although they defeated them several times, they would come back every time.

Now, with the force of thunder sweeping the acupoints, he held the grassland of the Xirong people in his hands in one breath. This is the joy of a bloody battle and victory like a desperate battle.

"...What is the king thinking?"

Behind him, Jia Xu came. His forehead hit the wall of the carriage last night and was slightly bruised. Taoist Li had already bandaged him.

"When I was thinking about how to use this grassland in the future...in the future, I thought a lot and had many ideas, but when I actually got it...it felt unreal."

Su Chen took a deep breath. He also admired this strategist who was good at planning from the bottom of his heart. He did not admire the three strategies in his life recorded in the history books, which were to disrupt Chang'an, defeat Cao Cao in Wancheng, and fight for Cao Pi's heir.

Rather, I admire his analysis of the changes in the war at every moment and various intelligence analysis, which gave great help to Li Jing who was commanding the front line, especially his strategy of asking the emperor to put himself in the urn when he was pacifying the corpse. Jia Xu clearly explained the opponent's character shortcomings. After Qingchu was handed over to Li Jing, he defeated Xi Zhuxie in one fell swoop.

In the subsequent battles, Li Jing, as the military god of the Tang Dynasty, showed his use of his soldiers, his skill in seizing opportunities, and his coordination of large army operations.

On the surface, it seems that winning is extremely easy, but those within the sect know that this is not something that ordinary generals can do.

At this moment, the largest Luotian tribe in the western grassland has fallen, and Li Jing has begun to organize his troops and horses. In order to prevent any sneak attacks, he has his cavalry follow the surrender troops to recruit small and medium-sized tribes to surrender.

If there are those who refuse to surrender, the news will be sent back and Huo Qubing will lead the Yulin Cavalry to defeat them one by one. After all, they have all been defeated here, how can they not give their full effort?

On one side, Jia Xu wrapped his head in a bandage, stroking his beard and sighed softly: "The king doesn't think it is true, so how can Xu feel it is true? I never thought that one day, I would be able to compete with the champion, Zhao Zilong, and the generals of future generations. We went to the grassland together and fell asleep in the car several times, fearing that when we woke up, this place would become a dream."

At this time, Xu Chu who was standing next to him suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Jia Xu's shoulder. The pain made Jia Xu grit his teeth and glare: "Huhou, what are you doing?!"

"I didn't do much, just to see if I was dreaming." Xu Chu replied with an expressionless expression, "Looking at you in so much pain, I guess you're not dreaming."

Haha!

Su Chen took the big cloak from Dian Wei and put it on with his naked upper body. The slightly messy bun gave people a savage feeling.

He looked at a soldier walking by outside and smiled. He suddenly knelt down and cried with his support on the ground. Su Chen pursed his lips and said softly: "If it is a dream, then let's dream a little longer. "

……

On the Eastern Front battlefield, news of the death of Luotang Bugui had come. Tiefo, who had originally withdrawn for reinforcements, heard the news and was silent for a moment. He still rushed to the Luotang tribe with nearly [-] cavalry under his command. He immediately chose surrendered.

Gu Duohun, who was still entangled with the Xi Zhuquan cavalry, gathered his troops at the critical moment and surrendered to Xi Zhuquan and the Yan general.

The Khan was dead, the entire tribe had fallen, many families were out on the steppe, and there was no other option.

……

The sun hung in the center of the sky, and the clouds were as white as catkins.

Su Chen stood in front of the king's tent, clasped his hands and raised his head to look at the sky.

"The grasslands, the Northland, the Central Plains, and now the entire North is unified. There are only a few people in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Gu."

A low, hoarse voice sounded slowly. He smiled and looked back at Jia Xu, Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and the generals who came to report to the king's tent.

The wind blows, and the hair flies on the forehead.

"Tell me, what will Liang Qiyue and Wu Siguo look like when they hear this news?!"

(End of this chapter)