Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 806 My unit is ordered to mediate; we hope you will open the city gates.
In the midst of the chaotic war among the six kingdoms of the Western Regions, nearly 30,000 soldiers fought on the front lines. Cavalrymen traversed the battlefield, swords flew, shouts of battle filled the air, and screams of agony echoed continuously.

At that very moment, a new army red flag was unfurled in the distance, and a bugle call echoed faintly. The generals from all sides turned to look in that direction, holding telescopes made in Fuliang. All they could see was a new army red flag. Yet, it was this very flag that caused the generals of the six nations to simultaneously beat the drums to signal a retreat.

The warriors who had been fighting stopped what they were doing and quickly retreated. A short while later, six fine horses slowly passed by the front of the battle formation.

This was a battlefield, with soldiers on both sides fighting bloodthirstyly. Yet these six men moved as if they were in an empty field, slowly following the pace of the flag bearer.

At this moment, Lieutenant General Sun Ze felt no fear whatsoever. His thoughts were very simple: he hoped that these people would rush up and chop them into mincemeat. And if they were chopped into mincemeat after the flag was hung, things would get interesting.

But it was clear that all sides were very restrained. All the soldiers present did not make any move and stood there quietly watching them pass.

But when they reached the very center of the formation, they suddenly stopped. The six men dismounted and looked around. Sun Ze's assistant shouted, "We invite all the generals to come and have a chat."

Their shouts quickly reached the ears of the generals from all sides. These generals dared not delay and rushed over from the rear. Upon seeing Sun Ze, these generals from different ethnic groups all bowed to him in the Han style.

"Our troops have heard that you have been fighting here for months, blocking trade routes. We have been ordered to come and mediate. We hope that you generals will return and report back."

The generals looked at each other, their expressions somewhat bewildered.

Mediation? Ordered to mediate?
Being a general isn't just about fighting; sometimes you also need to be very sharp-minded and have excellent diplomatic skills, and be able to clearly hear the unspoken meanings behind words.

First of all, there are two points in Sun Ze's words that are very interesting: "my department" is not "I", and "on the orders to mediate" is not "mediation".

Secondly, they were flying the new military flag, not the battle flag of a certain unit of the Northwest Battalion.

What does this mean? It means that the mediation order did not originate from the Northwest Battalion, but rather was something the Northwest Battalion was required to carry out.

So who can command the Northwest Battalion? That would be the New Army Headquarters.

If it were the Northwest Army mediating, they might hesitate a bit, but if it were the New Army Headquarters mediating, they really wouldn't dare utter a single word.

Because the Northwest Army only had the authority to guard the Western Turks, but the New Army Headquarters could directly issue attack orders. They didn't want to suddenly wake up one morning to find tens of thousands of New Army warriors standing outside, charging at the beat of bugles in the morning light.

Therefore, the only thing they could do at that moment was to immediately withdraw their troops and cease hostilities, and then notify their king to send a special envoy to contact these Han envoys.

What? You mean they only had six people? Just kill them and that's it? If someone actually made that suggestion, any general's first action would be to get rid of the person who made the suggestion.

Upon returning to their camp, the generals immediately sent messengers back to their own countries. After that, all they did was take turns hosting banquets for the six Han envoys.

“General, there are only a few of them. We already have victory in our grasp. Why should we suffer such humiliation? If we do this, wouldn't all our losses over the past few months be wasted?” A staff member from Gaochang Kingdom stood beside the general and said with a solemn expression, “It would be better if we secretly burned them all down!”

His voice was filled with murderous intent. The general of Gaochang was also a Han Chinese, after all, Gaochang was a Han Chinese regime. Upon hearing his advisor's words, he ripped off his helmet and threw it at the advisor's head. Blood immediately gushed from the advisor's head, and he cried out in pain as he clutched his head and ducked to the side.

"General, what's wrong...?"

"You bastard, they dare to send six people because they're not afraid of being killed. You dare to kill their envoy today, and tomorrow they'll dare to send a large army to invade. Do you think the Northwest Camp is a pushover? Look at their soldiers' daily routines, training, food, and drink. You think you can take on their army when it comes?"

“But General…” the aide said, feeling extremely aggrieved, “We were about to win.”

"Alas..." The general could only sigh silently, "The time is not right for me!"

Just then, flames suddenly shot into the sky outside. The general of Gaochang rushed out and saw that the place where Sun Ze and his party were staying had been engulfed in flames.

Upon seeing this scene, General Gaochang was so agitated he could barely keep his buttocks closed, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! Hurry! Hurry!!!"

At his shout, a large number of soldiers rushed over to rescue people, but in the end only two of the six were rescued alive. Apart from Sun Ze and the flag bearer, the other four died in the fire. Even the two who were rescued were unrecognizable.

At that moment, the General of Gaochang felt his mind go blank, and he collapsed onto the snow-covered ground. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Heal! Heal at all costs! Quickly write to the royal court! It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!"

Normally, a person would be burned to about 70 percent of their body, which would be a very difficult situation even in places with advanced modern medicine. But in this region of the Western Regions, where medical standards were still at the level of shamanistic medicine, Sun Ze's life was miraculously saved.

While the cold local weather made infection less likely, and General Sun Ze's excellent physical condition also played a role, the ultimate credit still goes to the desperate efforts in treatment...

After regaining consciousness, Sun Ze lay there, his first thought being that someone was going to be in trouble, even ignoring his own injuries. But he quickly calmed down. Although he couldn't speak, his mind was still clear. That day, they had just been hosted by the Gaochang general, and everyone had drunk quite a bit. At the time, they were actually unaware of what was happening, but then something seemed wrong. Someone must have blown sleeping powder into their resting area.

Then I could faintly smell kerosene, followed by a rapid and fierce fire.

There must be something fishy going on here, but he was certain it couldn't have been done by the people of Gaochang, because that would be too obviously suicidal; no normal person would do something so stupid.

But who cares? Hahahaha... Although the fate of several of his companions was unknown, Sun Ze knew that it was worth it, worth it in this life, and that their descendants would even benefit from it.

In the following days, although Sun Ze was in pain all over, he did enjoy imperial-level service. Every day, the generals of Gaochang would come over, and after a few days, even the king of Gaochang came in person. He sat in front of Sun Ze and swore to the heavens that he would definitely find out the truth and give the angel justice.

Sun Ze can actually speak now, but he just won't. He only makes a few noises when he has to change his dressings each day while enduring excruciating pain. He's just waiting.

During this waiting period, the rulers of the six kingdoms all arrived. At this moment, they had no mind to fight. They were all investigating from top to bottom to find out who did this. But how could they possibly find out? In fact, none of them were fools. Either someone framed them or someone made an extremely stupid mistake. But no matter what the case was, it was absolutely impossible for them to admit it themselves.

The time came to the fifteenth day after the angel's attack. At this time, Wang Zhuoheng, the general of the Northwest Camp, had received a report from the front. When he saw the contents of the letter, "Six of my special envoys were ambushed at night and burned, leaving only two," Wang Zhuoheng stood up, and his cloak billowed up behind him.

"Northwest Battalion, assemble!"

After years of operation, the Northwest Battalion has grown to nearly 140,000 men. When the commander-in-chief ordered them to assemble, it was tantamount to a general mobilization. Apart from the soldiers who were carrying out regular tasks, everyone else arrived at the training ground within a few breaths. The entire battalion, totaling more than 53,000 men, stood in rows of strong pine trees from the Western Regions, a truly impressive sight.

Zhuo Heng was quick-witted and issued orders without hesitation. While he was rapidly arranging the expeditionary mission, the supply battalion had already stocked all the weapons, warhorses, and food. That afternoon, the army set off.

The following days were the most difficult time for the six kingdoms of the Western Regions. They had long ago sent out scouts to investigate the situation, and the movements of the Northwest Army were relayed to them daily. The rulers of the six kingdoms were extremely anxious, but they were now helpless.

Zhuo Heng's army marched for seventeen days through wind and snow, but when they arrived here, not a single person fell behind. When the vanguard of the Northwest Camp appeared in the war zone of the six kingdoms, they were beating war drums. Compared with the troops of the six kingdoms, they were like heavenly soldiers and generals.

They were well-equipped and in high spirits. Even the height and physique of the soldiers were beyond what ordinary soldiers could match. Their posture was intimidating.

This was a serious matter. The rulers of the six kingdoms rushed to the front lines to plead for mercy, but the imperial army paid no heed. The vanguard surrounded the six kingdoms, including their emperors and soldiers, and forbade anyone from approaching the vanguard, under penalty of death.

This is already going too far. They were the rulers of the six kingdoms of the Western Regions. This is not just disrespectful, it's downright treating them like they're not human.

The key point is that none of the people in these six countries, from soldiers to rulers, realized there was anything wrong with it. They always thought that this was what others should do, after all, the envoys who came to mediate had already become like that, and that any misunderstandings could be cleared up later.

But when the main force of the Northwest Camp arrived, even the most composed men were somewhat frightened. The Northwest Army's winter uniforms were black cotton overcoats, and their movements created a terrifying visual effect, making them look like giant, robust warriors. Their weapons were not from the same era as those of the soldiers in the Western Regions; they were durable rifles specially designed for the Northwest. To minimize the effects of the extreme cold, these rifles were longer than standard rifles, about 1.5 to 1.6 meters in length, and held in their hands, they looked like black spears.

The phrase "dark clouds looming over the city, threatening to crush it" perfectly describes the scene before us. Crimson battle flags fluttered in the wind and snow, and behind them, soldiers with their faces covered except for their eyes exuded a murderous aura. Snowflakes pelted them, creating wisps of mist, all adding to the palpable sense of killing intent.

At this moment, the kings of the six small kingdoms of the Western Regions, who were surrounded in the formation, could only tremble with fear. Whether they were angry or not was irrelevant at this moment, because if the other side wanted to kill them, it would only take about a day. What was most terrifying was that the other side had a legitimate reason to attack.

At this moment, Wang Zhuoheng, who was walking at the front, stepped forward, passed through the soldiers' formation, and entered the war zone. He took off his hood, revealing a rather handsome face underneath.

He looked down at the kings, his gaze unwavering, chilling them to the bone. A gust of wind rose, lifting his cloak high and stirring up a clump of falling snow beneath him.

"Please, General... calm down."

Zhuo Heng didn't waste any words, he simply walked past the group and asked, "Where are my soldiers?"

The King of Gaochang immediately stepped forward: "General, this way please. We have been taking care of the envoy, but there is something strange about his situation."

Wang Zhuoheng gently raised his hand, preventing the King of Gaochang from continuing, and went straight to find Sun Ze lying in the room. The King of Gaochang originally wanted to go in with him, but was stopped at the door by Zhuoheng's deputy.

Only Wang Zhuoheng and a few bigwigs from the medical school who accompanied him entered the room.

"General!" Upon seeing Zhuo Heng, Sun Ze on the bed immediately tried to get up: "It is my dereliction of duty that I failed to protect my colleagues."

Zhuo Heng simply shook his head and raised his hand, saying, "Gentlemen, please examine him first. May we also take a look at the flag bearer beside him?"

Sun Ze's condition was actually quite serious. The doctor said he was lucky; if it had been springtime, he would have been dead by now. So the doctor quickly injected him with anti-infection medication and cleaned his wounds immediately. Sun Ze was in excruciating pain during this process, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent, truly a tough guy.

After the wound was finally treated, Sun Ze's bedding was soaked. While the doctor was changing his bedding, Sun Ze told Wang Zhuoheng about the scene that day.

"General, someone is definitely trying to frame Gaochang this time, but that doesn't matter anymore. This is a good opportunity, and we can seize it to take down all six kingdoms at once. I just don't know what the commander-in-chief's plans are. If the commander-in-chief agrees, General, you must not miss this opportunity that we have bought with the lives of our brothers."

Wang Zhuoheng stood there and nodded gently, saying, "I know what I'm doing. You should take good care of yourself and get better. Once you feel a little better, I'll send you back to Fuliang for treatment."

"That's not important. If it can truly help our Great Wei expand its territory, even death would be worthwhile. I only ask that the general take good care of those brothers who died unjustly."

Wang Zhuoheng gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound: "How could I have lived in vain until now? Rest assured, I will make sure they give me justice and an explanation on this journey!"

(End of this chapter)