Goose Three Kingdoms

Chapter 547 Harmless
Ke Bineng looked at the five burning camps at the foot of the mountain, and then at the temporary camp of the Guanzhong soldiers with campfires as bright as day at the foot of the mountain a mile away.

After standing there for a long time, wondering whether he should immediately join the main force behind the mountain to evacuate, he caught a glimpse of many Youzhou soldiers holding torches coming down the mountain in the west.

There are doubts about the exact number of troops, and even whether they are willing to fight hard after arriving is an unclear question.

After thinking about it, Ke Bineng still couldn't bear to give up his current foundation.

If he really withdrew, he would no longer have a place to stand among the Xianbei ethnic groups and tribes in the east.

But if he doesn't withdraw, the two sides will be entangled in the battle, and his headquarters will inevitably suffer severe losses.

The headquarters is seriously injured, who will replenish it?

Without the young and strong, the old, young women and children may be bullied, abducted, and become vassals and slaves of other tribes!
As long as the main force still has vitality, it will naturally be able to conquer, attract and gather new peripheral subordinate small tribes and miscellaneous Hu tribes.

As his thoughts changed, another Youzhou envoy who stayed beside him pointed to the south and said, "Look, my king! Tian Yu has crossed the river! The enemy didn't expect that our army would use leather rafts and straw rafts to cross the river!"

In order to strengthen Kebineng's determination, the man shouted loudly: "Tomorrow at noon, the Wuhuan King will lead 30,000 elite cavalry to the water! At the latest the day after tomorrow, the general's army will also rush here!"

"Taton?"

Ke Bineng narrowed his eyes at the man and asked in a serious tone, "Why didn't you tell me during the day?"

"Uh……"

While hesitating, the man had no time to think, as a Xianbei warrior suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him in the back from behind, causing him to make only a hoarse sound.

Seeing that the nobles and leaders around him were shocked and angry, Ke Bineng said with emotion: "After Yan Rou died, I should have understood that Xian Yu Fu and I were not of the same mind."

"Leader, withdraw your troops."

"Yes, we took women, children, cattle, sheep and other animals out of the border. The grassland is so vast that even if the Xiongnu block our way, we can hide in the Great Xianbei Mountains for the winter. Next year, we will move westward along the Mobei grassland and stay away from here!"

Seeing that Kebineng was still hesitating, an older nobleman spoke up to persuade him: "Chief, why should we let the children die for the sake of China's disputes? China has such heroes, and we should give in. Now the people of Youzhou can hardly protect themselves, what's the point of befriending them?"

Others stopped trying to persuade him and were all waiting for Ke Bineng's decision.

"who?"

A warrior nearby shouted at the open mountain wall, and then stabbed the man in the face with a strong short spear. The man barely managed to pull out his sword, and then he fell backwards.

Dian Wei jumped up and appeared, without saying a word, he threw the spear in his hand again, and another alert warrior who had just drawn his sword had his head pierced, and blood splattered everywhere.

While the other Xianbei people were stunned, a dozen level 4 Taoist soldiers appeared climbing up the mountain wall and throwing their spears at the same time. Seven or eight nearby Xianbei warriors were stabbed in the vitals. Only two or three of them dodged to the side and managed to save their lives.

As these Taoist soldiers advanced, they threw a second round of short spears. Other Xianbei people held small shields to protect their faces and charged forward together in an attempt to engage in close combat. At the same time, more than a dozen figures climbed out from the mountain wall.

As soon as these figures appeared, they suddenly knelt on one knee before they could even stand firmly, and swung their right arms to throw short spears with all their might.

In less than a breath, more than thirty Xianbei warriors were knocked to the ground and their lives were in danger.

"Leader, move on!"

One noble pulled Kebineng's cloak from his back, and the other nobles pushed him, and they ran toward the back of the mountain in tacit understanding.

Ke Bineng really couldn't control his steps and could only follow the force, almost tripping himself several times.

Black Bear at the foot of the mountain was looking at the brightest fire on the mountain. There was not only a campfire that Ke Bi had set up in advance, but also three huge beacons, all burning fiercely, with flames seven or eight feet high.

This is simply too arrogant. Although it is not the bright moon in the dark night, it is almost the same.

It's really... asking for a beating!
Seeing no resistance from the Xianbei, Black Bear turned his head and said, "All troops, beat the drums!"

Fa Zheng was stunned, but Gao Jun immediately shouted to his left and right: "All troops, beat the drums!"

Drummers and drum carts beat successively from the center to the periphery. On the mountain road, Gao Shun led a team of 100 heavily armed men carrying side carriages and began to advance, divided into twelve teams.

This sidecar was disassembled from a car. It is an excellent mobile fortress, but it is also... a small boat.

There were not many arrows on the mountain road. As if to vent their anger, the Xianbei people cut the ropes, and a large number of rolling logs and stones fell down, making a huge noise.

Rocks fell and dust flew everywhere.

The night wind blew away the dust, and Gao Shun's hundred-man team was seen climbing up the high wall that the Xianbei had built over the past few days, and had planted a battle flag there.

Almost at the same time, Yuan Shu, leading the lightly armed soldiers with swords and shields and holding a side carriage, began to advance.

The cavalry rushed back and forth, throwing large torches wrapped with more cloth and grease toward the mountain roads and mountains, which not only harassed the defenders but also provided lighting.

At the entrance of the mountain road, more than a thousand knights advanced on foot, using powerful bows to indiscriminately shoot arrows at the mountain.

The vehicles behind them were loaded with bundles of arrows. There was no need to save any arrows at this moment, and they only used light arrows and whistling arrows.

As Yuan Shu's team climbed up the high wall, several deer antlers at the gate had been moved away by Gao Shun's team.

Upon seeing this, the black bear immediately turned his head and said, "Horn!" The vibrating drum sound almost dominated the heartbeat rhythm. At this moment, only the longer horn sound could be transmitted.

When the horn sounded, Lu Bu led the cavalry forward.

The knights behind them who were ready for battle mounted their horses, rubbed their hands, tried hard to control their restless horses, and waited for the order to attack.

Seeing the Iron Horse Team advancing along the mountain path with torches in hand without any hindrance, Black Bear immediately smiled and said, "A man who knows the current situation is a hero!"

"Order the Black Flag Team to raise fire and climb the mountain!"

The order was quickly passed to the front line, and the Black Flag Knights had to get the spare torches, light them, and start advancing while holding the torches.

An obvious fire dragon slowly meandered up the mountain road, lighting up the road from bottom to top.

Far to the south, Tian Yu had reached the shore and was preparing to board the raft.

Seeing the fire dragon team rising up in the distance, he was immediately horrified and angry: "You bastard! You're trying to kill me!"

"Sound the gong! Sound the gong quickly!"

Tian Yu shouted to his left and right men, and the soldiers on his left and right panicked. Soon, the horns were blown quickly, and the soldiers who were crossing the river retreated one after another. Soon, rafts were sent out to pick up the comrades who had crossed the river earlier.

Not only them, but also the knights of Xianyu Fu's tribe who were patrolling with torches also retreated and fled towards the mountain camp. Some knights extinguished their torches and fled in all directions.

Xian Yu Fu stared blankly at the fire dragon that was rising slowly and unstoppably five or six miles away. His face turned red and then quickly turned pale.

"puff!"

He could no longer control himself and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

All his strength and spirit flowed out with the blood, and he slowly fell to the ground, supported by people on both sides.

"Ming Gong!"

"I'm afraid I can't do it. You have to obey Tian Yu's orders."

Xian Yufu's vision went dark, and he could not see the outlines of the people around him. He took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "This is a matter of life and death. You must not harbor any selfish thoughts. You must risk your life and survive... Tell Tian Yu that our state will immediately submit to the general. Only in this way can we have a glimmer of hope!"

He gritted his teeth and said the last sentence. His tense legs trembled violently, his head tilted, his eyes widened, and he fell silent.

Yan Zhi couldn't squeeze into the front row, and he just felt dizzy standing on the side.

Even at this moment, I want to just lie on the ground like this, at least there will be a three-foot grave for burial.

He had never suffered such great mental pressure. He staggered back a few steps, could no longer stand, and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately, someone couldn't bear the tremendous pressure, or perhaps was sad about Xian Yu Fu's death, and started crying.

The sadness was contagious and I could no longer control my crying.

There was no one present who could stand up and stop the fight or control the situation.

They were all at a loss, bewildered, and overwhelmed by huge and boundless fear.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he couldn't even think of envying the people of Yizhou.

Suddenly, a man spoke up: "I would rather shave my head and join the Grand Marshal and die alone than bring trouble to my family!"

No one objected or supported it, but the crying gradually stopped.

The man who spoke paused, then mustered up his courage and said, "The Grand Marshal has never killed surrendered soldiers. We can form a group of over 10,000 people into death squads, or we can go on an expedition to the Western Regions for him... Gentlemen, you should think about your families. As long as you are alive, there is still hope. Why would you want to die for your wealth? How can that great general be a match for the Grand Marshal?"

The crying of Xianyu Fu's brothers and nephews gradually stopped. They felt as if they were surrounded and could not cry even though they wanted to.

At this time, an elder saw many people looking at him, so he rolled up his sleeves to wipe his tears, and said in a hoarse voice: "Looking at the strong crossbowmen under the command of the Grand Marshal yesterday, they looked just like the old subordinates of King Chen. The rumors from the outside world must be rumors. The old subordinates of King Chen followed the Grand Marshal, which shows that the Grand Marshal is the master of the country. It's a pity that we were deceived by the treacherous villain and almost did something that will be regretted for eternity!"

"Yes, such a strong and sharp crossbow warrior must be one of King Chen's former subordinates."

A close hero suddenly realized what was going on and slowly drew his sword. Those who were on good terms with him also drew their swords, leading more people to draw their swords.

The Xianyu family members and relatives also wanted to draw their swords at this moment, which immediately triggered the survival instinct of the others, and one of them stepped forward and waved his sword to stop them.

When the sword was swung out, it prompted several people to draw their swords together. A siege broke out immediately and quickly stopped.

A hero with a bloodstained sword smiled sadly, raised the bloody sword and looked at the others who had not taken action: "Gentlemen, what are you still hesitating about?"

Yan Zhi was still in a daze, and was pushed by his good friend, so he could only go forward and stab.

Each family, even the guards of the Xianyu family were standing on the periphery watching, and they all breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Some people even collapsed on the ground, feeling boundless joy at having survived a disaster.

(End of this chapter)