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Chapter 966: Bloody Massacre of Wusun, Destruction of Beilu Kingdom, Construction of New City (Combined Chapter)

"Stop them! Stop them now!"

In the Wusun camp behind the mountain, soldiers rushed out of the densely packed tents. They heard the assembly horn and hurried out of the tents, trying to gather to fight the enemy.
"The mantis' arms are like a chariot!"

Su Yao's spear came out like a dragon, heading straight for the enemy formation. The spear shadow turned into countless cold rays, and dozens of enemy cavalrymen fell off their horses one after another as he rushed forward.

The Han cavalry behind him was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and in an instant they shattered the hastily organized defense line of the Wusun people.

"kill!"

Ma Chao's silver spear flashed, Yan Xing brandished his long sword, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, were like two sharp knives inserted into the enemy's formation.

Although Ashina was frightened, he had no choice but to follow. He waved his scimitar and shouted loudly to boost morale.

The Wusun people obviously did not expect the Han army to attack from the mountain pass, and their formation was in chaos in a hurry. Many soldiers were chopped to the ground by the rushing Han cavalry before they even had time to mount their horses.

"The Han army is really coming from behind?!"

Upon hearing the news, Wusun's right general, Mumu Lu, rushed out of the tent, and his drunken state was instantly awakened by the scene before him.

He stared in amazement at the flames rising into the sky and the deafening shouts of killing at the back of the camp.

In the chaos, the most eye-catching person was naturally Xi Hou, who had just loyally advised him.

Marquis Xi led three hundred elite soldiers like a mainstay, going against the gradually collapsing tide, trying to turn the tide.

At this time, even if he was still unhappy with Xi Hou, he had to put aside his prejudice:
"Beat the drum quickly - mobilize the entire battalion of soldiers for emergency support!"

"We must block the entrance to the valley at all costs. We must not let the Han troops break into the center of the army!"

The sound of war drums resounded through the sky, and one after another Wusun soldiers picked up their weapons and rushed to the battlefield as if awakened from a dream, but the chaotic situation could not be easily reversed.

What’s even worse is that the enemies they have to face are far more than just from this direction.

"A drum beat was heard from the enemy camp?"

At the Han army camp in front of the mountain pass, Jia Xu, Cao Cao, Liu Bei and others gathered upon hearing the news and nervously discussed the situation at hand.

"Could it be that this Wusun thief wants to fight his way out?"

"No, I think the general has finally succeeded."

Jia Xu twirled his beard and pondered, "The Wusun people are beating drums and gathering their troops in a panic. They must have been attacked suddenly. Now is the best time for our army to attack!"

Cao Cao's eyes flashed, and after exchanging a glance with Liu Bei, he immediately slammed the table and said, "Send the order immediately, and the whole army will attack!"

At the command, drums and horns sounded, and the main force of the Han army, who had been waiting for a long time, had a raging desire to fight in their eyes.

This time they no longer launched a tentative feint attack like before, but instead gathered all their strength to launch a continuous and violent attack.

Not only did Zhao Yun lead the way on his white horse with a silver spear, but even Liu Bei and Cao Cao also led the troops in the attack.

The Wusun army, which had heard the warning behind them and was preparing to send troops to provide support, was suddenly caught off guard by this frontal attack.

They initially fired arrows hastily, hoping to suppress and force back the Han army.

But they soon discovered that these Han troops were completely different from the ones they encountered last night.

They charged forward under the rolling stones and rain of arrows without flinching, and soon reached the mountain pass. The Wusun people's previous solid defense line suddenly crumbled under the impact of the Han army.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Aren't they afraid of death?!"

Seeing a young general on a white horse and holding a silver spear charging left and right in front of the battle array and defeating countless enemies, the Wusun commander in charge of the defense line was so anxious that he jumped up and down:

"Quick! Go inform General You, we need support!"

"You said you needed support?"

"waste!"

"Can't you see what's happening behind us?!"

Mumu Lu kicked over the messenger who came to report the news, and his face turned blue with anger.

He didn't expect that after he beat the drum to ask for support from the front army, the other side actually turned around and asked for his support? It was really outrageous!
Looking around, Mumu Lu felt cold all over.

Just now, less than a moment before the messenger came to ask for help, he saw with his own eyes his last hope shattered.

Xi Hou, the only one in the army who dared to charge against the trend, was like a moth to a flame, and was shot away by the red-robed Han general, never to return to life again.

This is simply hell!
He saw with his own eyes that the Han cavalry that had just rushed out of the mountain pass were no more than a hundred people, while Xi Hou brought three hundred elite soldiers to support them, and also picked up the remnants of the fleeing soldiers nearby, and surrounded and killed them with almost five times the number of their troops.

This calmed him down for a while, and he felt that he could control the situation.

However, the result was so horrifying that his eyes burst with anger.

That scene could not even be called a battle; it was simply a massacre.

Although he was alone in advancing deep into the enemy's territory, the red-robed Han general was like a fish in water in their camp. Wherever his spear pointed, no one could match him.

Even if several times, even dozens of times, of people surrounded him, they would be defeated in an instant, leaving only a pile of miserable corpses on the ground.

Under his leadership, the Han cavalry behind him were like chickens with their blood pumped up. Although they were outnumbered, they were all fearless and brave, and their formation was torn into pieces.

There were countless screams and wails, and the Wusun men shed countless tears of blood, but these raiders paid almost no decent price.

Even Xihou, who was not very likable but had good martial arts in the army, was killed by a single spear without any chance to fight back.

What's even more terrifying is that as time goes by, more and more Han cavalry are pouring out from the side mountain pass, and under the leadership of the red-robed Han general, they are constantly approaching the central army camp of their main camp!
At this time, another messenger stumbled over, his face covered in blood:
"Report - the front army is in danger! The main force of the Han army has broken through the first line of defense!"

Momo Lu suddenly looked back and saw a blood-red Han flag appearing on the top of the mountain in front of him.

"What the hell is this?"

Finally realizing the seriousness of the situation, Mimi Lu swallowed his saliva, clenched his fists, and pushed away the trembling woman who had just been hanging beside him, and picked up the machete:

"Blow the horn! Retreat! Quick!"

woo-

The retreat order from the Wusun right general, Momolu, was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly crushing the remaining fighting spirit of the Wusun army.

The defense line that had been struggling to hold collapsed in an instant. The soldiers, as if they had been pardoned, immediately threw away their weapons and armor and scrambled for their lives.

"Want to run?" Su Yao sneered and raised his spear high: "Chase! Leave no one alive!"

As he spoke, Su Yao rushed out like an arrow from a bow.

Behind him, the Han army was greatly encouraged and full of vigor. Ma Chao and Yan Xing looked at each other, then turned their horses apart and split into two groups.

Among them, Ma Chao followed Su Yao all the way north, chasing the escaped central army including Mo Mo Lu, while Yan Xing led the others and headed straight to the Urapo Pass in the east, attacking the main army from the front from the front.

The Wusun army had just fought a fierce battle last night and had no time to rest when they were suddenly attacked by Su Yao and suffered a crushing defeat.

The most tragic of these were the 3,000 elite soldiers who were responsible for defending the mountain pass.

These people were in charge of the frontal defense. After last night's great victory, the main generals all went to the back to celebrate. Now they were suddenly attacked from both sides, and all members were thrown into chaos.

"Eh-"

"Our army is defeated!"

"Run, run!"

They swung their weapons desperately, no longer caring about the formation. At this moment, they only wished their parents had given them two less legs, or that the four-legged beast under their crotch was missing a wing.
Suddenly, Mumu Lu's order to retreat directly led to a tragic defeat.

Countless Wusun knights fled in panic. They had completely lost the will to fight and only wanted to escape from this terrible battlefield as soon as possible.

The Han cavalry led by Su Yao swept across the battlefield like a torrent, swallowing up all the enemies who had no time to escape.

The blood keeps flowing.

The Han knights chased and killed all the way, from morning to noon, and from noon to night.

The bloody pursuit finally came to an end when the sun set.

However, when Su Yao came back, it was already the next morning.

The Han army knights anxiously searched the battlefield all night, only to see Su Yao riding a war horse, emerging from the early morning mist, with a human head tied to the horse's head - it was the head of the Wusun right general, Momolu.

When Su Yao held up Mumu Lu's head, the entire Han army camp erupted in thunderous cheers.

"The general is mighty!"

"The Han army is invincible!"

The soldiers raised their weapons high, the shouts were like waves, and their morale was at its highest.

According to statistics after the war, the Han army defeated the Wusun's 10,000 elite troops with 8,000 cavalry, beheaded more than 5,000 people, captured 3,000 people, and seized countless horses and supplies. The Wusun's right general, Momo Lu, was beheaded, Xihou was killed in the battle, and the remaining remnants fled in all directions, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

The losses of the Han army, however, were minimal - during the frontal feint attack, Cao Cao and Zhao Yun formed a formation and advanced with their elite infantry. Although there were casualties, they were no more than a few hundred. The 800 elite cavalry led by Su Yao in a surprise attack suffered only dozens of casualties, which was a miracle.

This number made the Cheshi generals who had been cheering and watching the whole game gasp in shock. Especially Ashina, the surrendered general who had always felt that the Han army was reckless and that his life was in danger, immediately knelt on the ground after seeing Su Yao, and chanted a blessing with a trembling voice.

"Hahaha, so happy, so happy!"

Ma Chao jumped off his horse, the blood on his silver spear was still wet and his face was full of excitement.

"The Wusun people are nothing but this, yet they dare to oppose the Han Dynasty and lay claim to the hegemony of the Western Regions."

Yan Xing also sheathed his sword. Although he did not say much, the fighting spirit in his eyes was still there. It was obvious that this battle had deepened his respect for Su Yao.

That night, the Han army held a grand celebration banquet in the Wusun camp.

The bonfire lit up the night sky red, the aroma of barbecue filled the air, and the soldiers talked and laughed loudly, sharing the results of the day's battle.

Outside the central army, the senior generals of the Han army who were sitting together were asking for instructions on how to deal with the prisoners, spoils of war, and the land of the Beilu Kingdom beneath their feet.

It is said that a lot of spoils were captured in this battle.

The Wusun people were also a group of nomads on the grassland. They came from afar and brought a large number of horses and livestock. It goes without saying that all of them went into the pockets of the Han army in this battle, in preparation for future battles.

At the same time, as the overlord of the northern border of the Western Regions, Wusun's army was well-equipped, and the captured machetes, spears, bows and arrows, and armor were piled all over the ground.

But these equipments are indeed sophisticated equipment for the Wusun people, but they are really disappointing compared with the standard equipment of the Han army.

In response, Su Yao waved his hand.

"The supply team from the rear hasn't caught up yet, so we'll pick out the weapons that can be used as spares. As for the armor and other unused items, we'll give them to the locals and servant troops to help them improve their combat effectiveness."

In response to this, the generals of Cheshi State were naturally delighted.

These things that the Han army looked down upon are treasures to them.

Fighting with the superior country could bring such benefits, and for a time the surrendered generals of Cheshi were full of compliments and praises.

Then, Su Yao’s arrangement led to the next problem, which was the problem of the local people.

"These Wusun people are really brutal. The Beilu Kingdom originally had dozens of tribes, large and small, and thousands of people. But when our people gathered and interrogated them, they found that there were only four tribes left grazing at the foot of the mountain. The Manchus couldn't even gather 300 people."

Su Yao asked: "Oh? Where did the original leader and other local people go?"

Cao Cao shook his head and put down the military report in his hand: "According to the prisoners, the Wusun people occupied the best pastures and water sources as soon as they arrived, and drove all the natives to the northern foot of Bogda Mountain. Anyone who resisted was either killed or enslaved."

"For example, among the items seized this time, there are more than 2,000 women who were looted from various local tribes."

"As for the old king of Beilu, he was originally controlled by them in the camp, but unfortunately, he died in the chaos."

After Cao Cao finished speaking, the banquet fell into a brief silence.

Especially the surrendered generals of Cheshi State. Although their relationship with Beilu State could not be said to be good, they also felt quite sad for a while, as if the rabbit had died and the fox had mourned the loss.

This is the cruelty of the struggle for supremacy on the grassland.

The small country of Beilu has been around for more than a hundred years since it split from the Cheshi Kingdom. However, due to the temporary ambition of its rear part, Mohula, and the interference of major powers outside the region, it has met with the tragic fate of being destroyed.

"In that case, let Cheshi send someone to take over this place."

Su Yao immediately made the decision:
"Xuan De, in the name of A Luo Zuo, send an envoy to the north of the mountain tomorrow to recruit the remnants of the Beilu who were driven out. If they are willing to surrender, redistribute the pasture to them and settle them properly. As for those who are unwilling."

Su Yao didn't say it, but it was obvious that those who still couldn't see the general situation at this time and continued to go against them would be eliminated naturally.

Immediately, Liu Bei responded and accepted the order.

The reason why Liu Bei was asked to come was naturally because he was now temporarily serving as the Prime Minister of Cheshi State, responsible for pacifying and managing this newly acquired territory.

"And there's more."

After thinking for a moment, Su Yao looked back at the green land behind him and nodded.
"Send a letter to the imperial court to recruit refugees, prisoners, and other people who are interested in emigrating to settle down in the cities. As for the names..."

Su Yao thought about it for a while, thinking of the Ulapo Pass in the distance and the land flowing through the big river at his feet, and decided to follow the historical tradition: "Let's call them Luntai and Dihua."

(End of this chapter)