I rode and slashed unparalleled in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1047 Door-to-Door Delivery
"The general has fled! Our army has been defeated!"

"Run, run!"

The Parthian soldiers, scattered across the mountains and plains like a flock of frightened sheep, fled westward in disarray, their armor and weapons discarded. Su Yao led his cavalry in relentless pursuit, leaving behind only the corpses and abandoned equipment of the Parthians wherever their iron hooves trampled.

"Chase chase chase!"

"Don't let that lion get away!"

Su Yao shouted, his gaze fixed on the golden banner in the distance.

Zhang Liao and Yufuluo each led a cavalry unit to flank the enemy from both sides, driving the scattered enemy troops like hunting dogs. The Parthian infantry formation had long since fallen apart, and the cavalry had completely lost the courage to charge, only concerned with fleeing for their lives.

"General, this won't do!"

"That devil is too fast!"

Bahram's personal guards turned around and saw Su Yao approaching like lightning, his golden pestle flying everywhere, with no one able to stop him.

"Put the commander's flag down!"

Bahram gritted his teeth, drew his sword sharply, and cut the ropes binding the commander's banner:
"Everyone scatter! Run as many people as you can!"

The lieutenant stared in astonishment at the falling flag: "General, this..."

"Shut up!" Bahram shouted sternly. "Order each battalion to break out on their own. A great reward will be given to anyone who returns to Merv!"

With the commander's flag falling, the Parthian army's rout spiraled out of control, and the 50,000-strong force scattered and fled like ants in a disturbed nest.

This central army, which the Parthians had poured their hearts and souls into and which the Parthian king relied on most, was utterly defeated and lost its organization.

Led by Su Yao, the Han army pursued the enemy relentlessly for two days and one night, covering nearly a hundred li, completely crushing their ambitions and leaving corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood flowing.

Post-war statistics show that over 18,000 were beheaded, nearly 20,000 were captured, and countless weapons, supplies, and horses were seized. The Parthian general Bahram was reduced to less than 3,000 survivors, and his entire army of 50,000 was wiped out.

"The general is mighty!"

"Long live the Holy Lord!"

Amid cheers, Su Yao led his victorious army westward toward Mulu.

However, it was not the adults who were in peace who were the first to panic.

"Oh no, sir!"

In a northwestern town of the Kushan Empire, the acting governor, Mahhud, was enjoying a delicious dinner when he was suddenly interrupted by a panicked servant.

"Why are you so panicked?"

Mahhud put down his silver cup, frowned, and asked nervously.
"Could it be that the Parthians have gone back on their word?"

Mahhud was not a Parthian, but a local Kushan nobleman who was appointed as the acting governor of the region for his service in surrendering the city.

He had just seen Bahram off a few days ago and enjoyed a few days of living the life of a local tyrant. Now, his biggest fear is that the Parthians will change their minds at the last minute and refuse to recognize his status.

"It's even more terrifying than that!"

The attendant's face turned deathly pale: "General Bahram's entire army of 50,000 has been wiped out!"

"what?!"

The governor jumped to his feet, his wine glass spilling onto the floor. "How is this possible?!"

"Absolutely true!"

The servant pointed outside:

"Just now, a large contingent of Parthian defeated soldiers ran past our gate without even turning their heads."

"Our men forcibly stopped a few of them, saying that the Han army commander-in-chief personally took action and defeated General Bahram's central army in one move."

Mahahud's face turned deathly pale, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground: "One move? This...this is impossible!"

He suddenly remembered those terrifying legends about the "Eastern Demon King"—capable of summoning thunder, invulnerable to swords and spears, and possessing immense strength. He had thought they were just rumors to fool the people, but could they actually be true?

"What should I do? What should I do?" Mahahud was extremely anxious.

"How about we lower the price again?"

On the other side of the table, Mahahud's favorite concubine nervously made a suggestion.

Since we were able to subdue Parthia before, we can certainly subdue the Han Dynasty now.
But this was immediately rejected by Mahahud.

You should know that just a few days ago he had executed and confiscated the property and women of the nobles in the city who were loyal to the Kushans.

At that time, he arrogantly declared in front of the whole city that Parthia would surely prevail.

Now, if those people fight back, will we be able to get away with it? "What should we do then?" The beauty's face paled.

After hesitating for a long time, Mahhud stamped his foot and said, "Pack your belongings, leave the city tonight, and let's go to the west to seek refuge in Parthia!"

Just do it.

At Mahhud's command, chaos erupted inside the governor's mansion.

Mahhud's beauties and servants busily packed away their valuables.

Looking at the room full of dazzling treasures, Mahhud felt a heart-wrenching pain.

This is all the result of his life's work!
Damn Han Chinese, damn devils!
He cursed as he waved his whip, directing his servants to move carts and load the cargo.

One of the servants took advantage of the chaos to slip some valuables into his pocket, but when he discovered this, he was immediately given a good beating.

As a result, his efforts to supervise not only failed to improve efficiency, but also greatly hampered the operation.

When he finally crammed his group of weeping beauties, young and old, onto the carriage and set off westward with a dozen or so cartloads of valuables, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten.

Of course, the pursuing Han army also reached outside the city.

"Oh?"

"What's the situation on the West Gate side?"

Using the system map, Su Yao immediately spotted the dense cluster of red dots at the West Gate. He rode his horse on the transfer platform, raised his binoculars, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Good guy!"

"Not only did they open the door for us, they even packed up our spoils."

Su Yao laughed loudly, spurred his horse, and charged straight towards the west gate. Seeing this, Zhang Liao hurriedly led his personal guards to follow, fearing that his commander might disappear in the blink of an eye.

"General, wait!" Zhang Liao shouted.

"Hurry up!"

Without turning his head, Su Yao shouted, "We can't let our spoils get away!"

As dawn broke, they spotted the enemy, and the enemy naturally spotted them as well.

Sure enough, when Su Yao rushed to the city gate, the ground was already a mess.

Several heavy carriages were obviously left behind because they couldn't be towed away in time.

All that could be seen were sacks of grain and clothes scattered on the ground, and several broken jewelry boxes, empty yet still gleaming in the morning light.

The abandoned valuables had been looted, and as for the perpetrators...
Su Yao turned his head slightly and saw that the soldiers guarding the city had long since disappeared, the city gate was wide open, and the drawbridge had not yet been retracted.

"Chase!" Su Yao spurred his horse, and Red Hare shot off like an arrow.

Zhang Liao urgently ordered: "Yufuluo, lead the light cavalry to pursue with the general! The rest of you, follow me to take over the city!"

At this time, Mahhud's convoy had only gone less than five miles out of the city.

The heavy treasure carts struggled along the muddy road, the cries of the beauties and the curses of the drivers mingling together.

"Master, pursuers! The pursuers are here!" the guard shouted in terror.

Mahhud looked back and almost fell off his horse—a red shadow approached like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye it was within a hundred paces!
"Stop him! Stop him now!" Mahhud shouted hoarsely to his guards.

The twenty-odd guards reluctantly turned their horses around, and just as they raised their spears, the red-robed general swung his golden pestle—

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the front-line guards, along with their horses, were all blasted away! The remaining guards were terrified and scattered in all directions, throwing down their weapons.

Terrified, Mahhud abandoned all concern for his treasures and beautiful women, whipping his horse and fleeing for his life.

As a result, the red-robed general leaped into the air again, flying directly over the entire convoy in full view of everyone, and landed steadily in front of his horse!

"Judging by your attire, you must be someone important. Could you be the lord of this city?" Su Yao grinned, pressing his golden pestle against Mahahud's throat.

Mahhud trembled violently, his crotch instantly soaked: "General, spare my life! I was coerced by the Parthians!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Su Yao swept his golden pestle, striking the horse's belly directly.

In an instant, amidst the mournful cries of the horses, Mahahud was spun around and fell to the ground, his mouth full of mud.

"Someone, tie him up!"

At this moment, Huvro led his light cavalry to the scene and bound the limp Mahhud like a dumpling. The weeping beauties and the wagons laden with treasure naturally became spoils of war and were happily taken by the enemy.

(End of this chapter)