Guiyi Fei Tang

Chapter 50: The Battle of
"Xilulu——"

"Woooooooo..."

On the Shandan grassland, when nearly 10,000 Uighur reinforcements shouted strangely and joined the confrontation, the 300 Shandan soldiers standing in front of them were like a small boat on the vast ocean, which could sink at any time.

The Uighurs seemed to have occupied the entire Shandan grassland, and their people were everywhere.

The only thing that made Liu Jilong feel fortunate was that most of them were just herdsmen wearing fur coats, and there were also old people and women among them. They could not form any fighting force at all, they just looked numerous.

His eyes swept across the endless Uighur army, without putting down the armor-piercing hammer in his hand.

The hammer weighed more than ten pounds, but he was able to hold it up with one arm for at least a cup of tea. This strength made the Uighur general dare not relax.

Xia Li had no doubt that Liu Jilong could end his life with one hammer before he could make any unnecessary moves.

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the Uighur team.

Liu Jilong glanced and saw a group of soldiers wearing brown armor riding slowly out on horseback and joining the 300 Uighur armored soldiers in the front row.

In less than a cup of tea, the number of armored soldiers on the Uighur side reached six or seven hundred, and a general wearing more advanced armor also emerged from the team.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and was followed by a dozen armored cavalrymen, one of whom was holding a large banner.

Liu Jilian took a look and found that his banner was different from that of Xianli, so he knew that these were two tribes among the Ganzhou Uighurs.

"Xiao Li, this Han slave frightened you just like that?!"

The Uighur man in his early twenties slowly urged his horse forward, but as he got closer to Liu Jilian, the frivolous expression on his face gradually turned into solemnity.

Size can lie, but weapons cannot.

A hammer weighing more than ten pounds is not something a normal person can use, let alone holding it horizontally for a long time without moving it at all like Liu Jilong did.

The young man raised his hand solemnly, signaling the armored cavalry behind him to stop, but he did not dare to approach Liu Jilong.

"Haha...Ponteler, why don't you keep going forward?"

Even though Liu Jilong's hammer was pointing at him, Xia Li still mocked the young man with a cold sweat.

Faced with the ridicule, Ponteler did not fall for it, but instead glanced at Liu Jilong and the person behind him.

Just with a glance, Ponteler had a bad feeling in his heart.

Three hundred armored soldiers were not enough to intimidate him, but they remained motionless when surrounded by nearly 20,000 people, even though most of these 20,000 people were women and the elderly.

Although they are both armored soldiers, the armored soldiers who have experienced life and death and the armored soldiers who have been trained are two different creatures.

Moreover, although they were both armored soldiers, the armor on Liu Jilian's side was obviously thicker than their own.

If this is just the tip of the iceberg of the Tang army in Ganzhou, then making an enemy of the Tang army in Ganzhou is definitely not a good thing.

Ponteler's face was uncertain, Liu Jilong also looked at him and spoke coldly in Tibetan:
"The land south of Longshou Mountain is ours. If you retreat to the north of Longshou Mountain immediately, I will forgive you for what happened."

"Otherwise, I will report to Zhang Ganzhou and ask him to lead his troops to have a good talk with your Khan!"

Tibetan was the common language in Hexi for nearly a hundred years. Even though the Uighurs migrated south to Ganzhou only ten years ago, many people could understand Tibetan.

Because of this, when faced with Liu Jilian's warning, the Uighur soldiers all showed angry eyes.

Unfortunately, their anger was of no avail, and what was more important was the ideas of Shrewd and Ponteler.

Xia Li didn't dare to move now, but he still didn't give in.

Pontler was weighing whether it was worth it to have a conflict with Liu Jilong.

He is different from Xia Li. Xia Li came with a mission, but he came just for the pasture.

If he clashed with the Tang army and suffered heavy casualties, even if he seized the grasslands of Ganzhou, it might be divided among other tribes by the Khan.

So he wanted to know at what price he could take over the Ganzhou grassland or the Shandan grassland.

He had already seen Liu Jilong's action of sending out the Tangqi when he just arrived.

Now he has to wait and see how many troops Shandan can mobilize.

If Shandan's troops are insufficient, then he doesn't mind eating Shandan...

Thinking of this, Ponteler was not in a hurry, but looked at Liu Jilong with interest, and his eyes lingered on his hands many times.

He wanted to see how long this Han man could hold up the hammer weighing more than ten kilograms.

A cup of tea, a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour... As time passed, Ponteler's expression became more and more solemn.

The arm strength of this Han man was beyond his imagination. He didn't dare to think about how many soldiers he would have to lose before he could defeat this guy if he met him on the battlefield.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he didn't rashly approach Liu Jilong just now.

"The Han people have a deep heritage, and they always produce such brave warriors..."

Pontell was seven years older than Shrewd, so he also received Chinese studies when he was young.

That was a Han Chinese man Zhibai, whom his Aba had captured from Hetao and who had taught him for seven years.

It’s a pity that the old man died on the way, otherwise I would have learned more about Chinese studies.

"Buzz rumbling..."

Suddenly, the sound of dense horse hooves was heard in the distance, and Ponteler returned to reality from his memories, his eyes fixed in the direction of Shandan City.

Under his gaze, three-star flags rose from the ground in the south, and the bright armor under the sunlight almost blinded his eyes.

More than 200 cavalrymen arrived at the battlefield first, but they seemed to be frightened by the scene before them and stayed two miles away for a long time without moving forward.

However, Pontell did not relax because he knew that the Han people had many conspiracies and tricks.

Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of armored soldiers came on foot from the direction of Shandan City.

For a moment, the number of Uighur armored soldiers was actually at a disadvantage, which made Ponteler's expression become a little ugly.

The number of soldiers and armored personnel that Zhang Yichao left in Shandan far exceeded the estimates of the tribesmen.

Just the sight of this nearly thousand-strong army of armored soldiers alone would make him wary. Even if the Khan came with thirteen tribes, he would have to think twice before deciding whether to go to war.

"Now China is strong and the Rong and Di are weak. With one thousand of our infantry, we can defeat tens of thousands of Hu cavalry."

This sentence was said by Tian Khan in the past. Although it cannot be regarded as a routine, it is enough to illustrate his confidence.

Zhang Yichao led two thousand Guasha soldiers on an expedition to the east, and in less than three months he captured nearly seven thousand foreign soldiers in Gan and Su states.

Such a result is enough to demonstrate the strength of the Tang army in Hexi.

Although Pontell was confident that he could repel the Shandan Tang army by joining forces with Xia Li, there were still enough Tang troops in Zhangye, more than a hundred miles away.

If they were at a disadvantage in the battle and were pursued by the Tang army in Zhangye, the result would be unimaginable.

Going to war is not worth the loss...

"I am willing to withdraw to the north of Longshou Mountain!"

Before Ponteller could speak, Xiali, who had been pointed at by Liu Jilong for nearly half an hour, could no longer hold back and spoke first.

He originally came to test the strength of the Tang army in Ganzhou. Now Shandan alone has pulled out a thousand armored soldiers, and Ganzhou is obviously not as empty as the tribes thought.

The desired information is already in hand, and continuing the stalemate will not gain any advantage. In this case, it is better to retreat decisively.

"get out!"

Liu Jilong put away the armor-piercing hammer, which allowed Xia Li to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked at Liu Jilong warily, and after taking a few steps back, he signaled with his eyes to an armored cavalryman to give way.

After climbing onto the horse, he finally felt safe and looked at Ponteller, as if wanting to see Ponteller's attitude.

Unexpectedly, the solemn expression on Ponteller's face turned into a smile: "Haha, what's your name, man? Are you willing to come to my camp? I am willing to grant you the position of governor."

He spoke this sentence in Tang dialect. Although the Tang dialect had a strange flavor, Liu Jilong still understood it.

"Liu Jilong, a special general of the Tang Dynasty."

Liu Jilong put the hammer back to its original position, turned his horse's head and faced Pontell and Xia Li sideways: "If you are willing to give up the position of Khan, then I can consider becoming your Great Khan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook the reins and left, but Pontell and Shrewd's faces suddenly darkened.

Looking at Liu Jilian's back and the hundreds of Tang troops marching towards here in the distance, Xia Li shook the reins unwillingly and left.

Ponteler stared at Liu Jilong's back with a cold look.

"You bastard, I'll let you run rampant for a few more years and see who will win in the end!"

(End of this chapter)