The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 81 Ambush
When Li Xiao ordered his men to kill all the captives, the Naiman people were completely enraged.

Five thousand cavalrymen roared, followed the Northern Frontier cavalry, and rushed forward angrily.

There was only one thought left in their minds.

Kill all the Liao people and take revenge.

However, as everyone went deeper and deeper on this road, Qu Chulu became more and more uneasy.

Looking at the surrounding terrain, a premonition of danger arose.

A loud command was given: "Stop, everyone stop."

"Retreat quickly."

But at this time, many Naimans became hot-blooded and the scene was very chaotic.

Quchu's order could not be conveyed to every soldier at once.

The soldiers in front were confused when they heard Qu Chulu's order and wanted to stop, but the soldiers behind them were still rushing forward, so they could only be swept forward.

Until this time, Qu Chulu's face gradually turned pale and cold sweat broke out. He already knew in his heart that they had fallen into a trap.

Sure enough, the next moment, a low roar suddenly sounded from the hills on both sides.

"哐哐哐~"

It was as terrifying as a meteorite falling to the ground.

Then someone shouted, "Stone, there are stones rolling down."

"Get out of the way."

"There's someone on the mountain."

Qu Chulu looked up and saw a large number of huge rocks rolling down from the hills on both sides at the same time.

It hit the Naiman army directly. Some Naiman soldiers were pushed by people around them and could not dodge in time, so they were hit and vomited blood.

More and more soldiers were hit by boulders and the scene became chaotic.

The neighing of war horses and the shouts of soldiers merged into one.

The boulder may not have caused too much casualties to the soldiers, but it did cause a great fright to the war horses.

The frightened horses began to run wildly, bumping into other horses, which in turn caused more war horses to go crazy.

They kept jumping and neighing, running around, throwing many Naiman soldiers off their horses, and then being trampled by the horses' hooves.

This scene was no less than a camp bombing.

"Stop, everyone stop."

"Stop running."

Qu Chuli shouted loudly, but it was of no use.

Even the next second, a huge rock rolled down and hit Qu Chuli's horse's leg directly.

With a scream and neigh from the warhorse, Qu Chulu was thrown off the horse.

"Prince, Your Highness."

Qu Chulu's personal soldiers were horrified and quickly jumped down to help Qu Chulu up, thus preventing him from being trampled to death.

"Retreat, retreat quickly~"

At this moment, a shocking cry of killing was heard in the distance.

"Kill~"

It turned out that the people led by Li Xiao turned back again and launched a charge against the Naiman people.

At the same time, a large number of cavalry appeared on both sides of the hill, holding spears and swords, roaring loudly like barbarians.

Faced with the overwhelming shouts and cries of killing, all the Naiman people realized that they were surrounded.

"The Liao people are there, on both sides."

"We are surrounded, what should we do?"

"rush out."

The Naimans screamed in fear and looked around constantly. Seeing the enemy figures all over the mountains and plains, their inner fear and panic continued to increase.

Many people subconsciously began to retreat, but there were still a large number of Naiman cavalry pressing behind them, making it impossible to turn around.

A large number of Naiman people were crowded together, and many of them were pushed off their horses and trampled to death.

With the Northern Frontier Army charging from three sides, the battle was soon declared over.

Soon, the valley was littered with Naiman corpses, and blood was flowing, dyeing the grass red.

A large number of wounded war horses were neighing miserably, and the end of their fate would only be the cauldron of the Northern Frontier Army.

Li Xiao was wearing armor, riding a tall warhorse, holding a lance in his hand, and walking in the valley where corpses were scattered everywhere.

Seeing that the Naimans were still alive, he killed them immediately and sent them to see Alaha.

In fact, many Naimans were not killed by the Northern Frontier Army, but were trampled to death by their own people in a panic.

Even at the beginning, the Northern Frontier Army did not need to attack directly, but only needed to constantly create panic and put psychological pressure on the Naiman people.

Watching them crowd each other while fleeing, being pushed off their horses and trampled to death.

This kind of killing efficiency is much higher than directly charging and killing, and the biggest advantage is that it reduces casualties.

Not long after, Li Sanhe came to report to Li Xiao.

"Nearly 3,000 people escaped."

He estimated the number of Naimans who had escaped based on the confessions of the captives and the approximate number of corpses on the ground.

In a battle on the grassland, it is actually very difficult to encircle and annihilate all the enemies. If there is any mistake, they will escape.

Like Li Xiao, he made a lot of preparations in advance, lured the enemy deep into his territory, and ambushed them on three sides, but he did not dare to surround them from all sides.

He was also worried that the Naiman people would choose to fight to the death in desperate situations. If Li Xiao's troops suffered heavy losses, it would be a loss.

That's why I chose to let some of the enemies go.

Leaving two thousand Naiman cavalry was enough to satisfy Li Xiao.

Although the remaining 3,000 people escaped, they had become stray dogs and had completely lost the will to fight.

"Let Uncle Six and the others go after them." Li Xiao nodded gently. The process of chasing down the defeated soldiers is often the moment when the greatest number of enemies are killed.

Li Dashan and Luo Ping's two thousand men had been lying in ambush on the mountain, with plenty of horsepower.

On the other hand, the Naiman cavalry who escaped had been entangled with Li Xiao all the way and were already exhausted.

It would be good if two thousand people survived in the end.

"Clean up the battlefield as soon as possible and leave no prisoners." Li Xiao shouted loudly to his soldiers.

Being behind enemy lines, they had no energy or manpower to guard the prisoners, so killing them with a single blow was the best solution.

Of course, a few necessary guides still need to be left behind.

Not long after, Dahu and Erhu came over with a Naiman man.

"Brother, look who we caught?"

Li Xiao rode on his warhorse, looking down at the prisoner from above.

It was discovered that he was a young man about twenty years old, with a thin face, a high nose bridge, and a typical Naiman appearance.

Judging from the gorgeous clothes on his body, he should be a Naiman noble.

But at this time he was in a miserable state, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body, and it was unclear whether it was his own or someone else's.

His face was dirty and covered with stains, and his hat had fallen somewhere unknown.

"Who is he?"

Li Xiao asked, if it has no value, don't blame him for being cruel.

"Prince Naiman, what's that called?" Erhu said excitedly, turning to look at Hutu.

Hutu, who could speak Naiman, immediately explained: "Master, he said he was a prince of the Naiman people, and his name was Quchulu."

"His father is none other than the Sun Khan."

Hearing this, Li Xiao immediately looked at the Naiman with surprise.

Bending rate?
This is not an unknown person, he has left a name in history.

After the demise of the Naiman, Qu Chu fled to Western Liao, where he was appreciated by Yelü Zhilugu, who married his daughter, Princess Hunhu, to him.

Unexpectedly, Qu Chulu had been secretly gathering the old Naiman subordinates to expand his own strength.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Yelu Zhilugu was out hunting, he launched a coup and made him the emperor.

So, when he heard that the person in front of him was Qu Chulu, Li Xiao also became interested.

"Haha, it's interesting that we caught this guy." Li Xiao laughed.

History has changed in his own hands. Doesn't it mean that Western Liao will not be usurped and Yelu Zhilugu will be able to die of natural causes?

At this moment, Qu Chuli was looking at Li Xiao with gritted teeth.

It's hard to imagine that he failed so foolishly.

With an unwilling look, he asked angrily, "Who are you?"

It can be seen that the young man in front of him seems to be the leader of the Liao army.

This shocked and angered Quchuli.

Unexpectedly, he led an army of 5,000, but was defeated by the Liao people who were younger than him in such a short time.

This made Qu Chuli, who always thought highly of himself, feel ashamed and regretful.

"Who am I?" Li Xiao shook his head slightly and smiled.

A faint voice said, "Jinzhou, Li Xiao."

Then, he looked at Hutu and said, "Ask him how many soldiers are there in the Jinshan camp, what the current situation is, and how many soldiers are deployed at each mountain pass."

Immediately afterwards, Hutu and Quchulu began to communicate in Naiman language, chattering away.

Finally, Hutu shook his head helplessly: "Master, he refuses to say anything."

"I can see that." Li Xiao nodded lightly.

Qu Chuli's expression was very ferocious, and he seemed completely uncooperative.

Looks like he wants to suffer a little.

So he waved his hand and said, "Go loosen his bones."

Then he said to the messenger: "Clean up the battlefield and don't leave any clothes of the Naimans behind."

Soon, the valley was filled with the naked corpses of the Naimans, their chests cut open by knives, ready to become a feast for vultures and wolves.

By the evening, Li Dashan and Luo Ping's troops finally returned.

The reason why they were so slow was that in addition to chasing the defeated Naiman soldiers, they also drove back the cattle and sheep that Li Xiao and others had left on the road not long ago.

At night, in a huge valley, bonfires were lit everywhere and the noise of soldiers was everywhere.

This is Li Xiao’s temporary base camp.

In the past few days, all the stolen cattle, sheep and female slaves have been kept in the valley. On the surrounding mountains are the tents of the Northern Frontier Army soldiers, guarding their spoils.

On the branches of an old tree on a distant hill, the corpses of several Naiman women were hanging, looking particularly terrifying in the moonlight.

The soldiers sat in front of the fire, talking and laughing loudly, boasting about their achievements today, holding Naiman women in their arms and acting recklessly, and eating horse meat in big mouthfuls.

Wild laughter and women's screams filled the entire valley.

On a hillside, Li Xiao, Li Dashan and others sat together and said in a deep voice:

"We have defeated the 5,000 troops led by Qu Chu. There are less than 10,000 Naiman in the Jinshan camp."

"Three hundred men will be left here to guard it tomorrow morning."

"The rest of you, put on Naiman clothes and smear your faces black."

"Attack the Jinshan Camp."

As he spoke, Li Xiao looked towards the endless darkness, which was the direction of the Jinshan Camp.

The whispering voice said: "It's time to end this war."

(End of this chapter)