Memoirs of the Heavenly Khan

Chapter 15 I will never enjoy this glory alone
"Muzi, the army is so defeated, what should we do?"

Eight or nine hundred Hu cavalry were scattered across the land, not knowing where to go.

The city was lost, the soldiers were defeated, and only eight or nine hundred light cavalry were left with him, but Wan Ziqizhen did not feel desperate.

He had already thought of a way out when he started the rebellion.

The Rebellion of the Six Garrisons had spread to Jin, and mountain strongholds, big and small, no longer obeyed the orders of the imperial court.

"Jin is in chaos. We can go south to Suhe Poyanyue, or go north to the Hulu tribe. Either is fine!"

After mentioning the countermeasures he had already thought of, Wan Ziqizhen, although calm and collected at the moment, could not help but feel humiliated in his heart.

What he didn't expect was that he would lose so quickly!
Originally, Wan Ziqi really thought that he and Erzhu Rong were on par with each other.

After this battle, he realized that Erzhu Rong's talent was far superior to his.

Wan Ziqi was really feeling a little disappointed, but the hissing sound of the warhorse under him brought him back to reality.

The man is tired, the horse is tired!
At present, whether going south or north, there is a prerequisite.

They must prepare enough supplies!

"They've been gone all night, why haven't they come back yet? Let's go check!"

Wan Ziqizhen issued an order and sent a dozen riders to support them.

When the men and horses were exhausted, Wan Ziqizhen ordered his Hu cavalry to rest temporarily.

When they retreated, they were in such a hurry that they didn't bring much supplies with them.

"Muzi, will Erzhu Rong and Yuan Tianmu come after us?"

"Let's take a step by step!"

Wan Ziqi really wasn't sure.

Although time was precious, he had to let his cavalry rest.

People can endure the high-intensity escape, but horses can’t.

Wan Ziqi was just about to close his eyes and think carefully about what to do next.
In the dense forest not far away, countless birds flew out and fled into the distance.

"problem occurs!"

Wan Ziqi didn't dare to be careless and immediately took people to check it out.

In the dense forest, there were corpses of Hu people lying in groups of three or two - the scouts he had just sent out.

"Muzi, a shot pierced his heart. His martial arts skills are quite impressive."

Wan Ziqizhen looked at the traces on the battlefield. The enemy had only one person, but he was able to defeat his scouts in infantry combat.

His martial arts skills are more than amazing!
Wan Ziqi had never seen such a thing in his life!

"Catch up and take a look!"

Hundreds of riders followed, following the traces of fighting and out of the dense forest. At the foot of the mountain, there was a small Jingguan.

The materials about the Jingguan were all collected by the scouts he sent out last night and not long ago.

Wan Ziqi was really angry!
"Who did this!"

"There's only a group of Han refugees around here. Could they be the ones who did it?"

Wan Ziqizhen suppressed his anger and had the bodies collected and buried temporarily.

Although time was precious, Wan Ziqizhen still spent half an hour to hold a funeral ceremony for them according to the etiquette of his tribe.

After tearing off half of the battle flag and placing it in front of the tomb, Wan Ziqizhen said solemnly:

"Brothers, you followed me into battle, only to die at the hands of these despicable Han Chinese. Don't worry, I will avenge you!"

As he spoke, Wan Ziqizhen picked up the knife and roared:
"Plunder the nearby Han camps and take everything from them, leaving nothing behind!"

In the distance, Li Shuang looked at this scene and smiled slightly.

"Hou Jing, it's done!"
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In the temporary camp, Yang Kan was quite troubled when he saw the refugees in front of him holding bamboo spears as weapons.

Just as he thought, these refugees were not up to the task.

They had already been frightened by the Hu people. When they heard that they were going to fight the Hu people, even if they were a defeated army and even if the enemy's numbers were far smaller than theirs, they still couldn't muster even a trace of courage.

In such a short time, Yang Kan was unable to organize them. Time passed by minute by minute, and Yang Kan didn't know what to do?
He knew very well that if Wan Ziqi's cavalry really came, they would probably scatter in panic.

Yang Kan had no choice but to wait for news from Li Shuang.

Finally, a horn sounded, and Li Shuang returned to the camp with Gao Gao and Hou Jing.

They brought with them a tattered, blood-stained battle flag and a Hu man in armor.

The Hu man had his mouth covered and was pushed to the ground by Hou Jing.

Li Shuang's face was full of joy, and he said loudly to the crowd:
"Fellow villagers, do you know who he is?"

At this time, Hou Jing spoke up at the right time.

"This is Wan Ziqizhen's battle flag. He is Wan Ziqizhen!"

There was a lot of discussion among the crowd. Soon, someone recognized him.

"Yes, I recognize this battle flag. When I was a child, my brother was killed by the Hu people just because he looked up at this flag!"

As this sound came out, the voices in the crowd became louder.

"Fellow villagers, the government has offered a reward for Wan Ziqizhen's head, worth a thousand acres of fertile farmland."

After Li Shuang finished speaking, the crowd suddenly became quiet.

"But I want to tell my fellow villagers that I will never enjoy this honor alone!"

Li Shuang drew out his sword and killed the Hu people who brought him into the crowd with one blow.

Heads fell to the ground and blood was everywhere.

Everyone's emotions were ignited like gunpowder. Li Shuang shouted in the crowd:

"Right now, the remnants of Wan Ziqizhen's band are still in the mountains and forests. Go, kill those rebels, and take back the houses and fields that originally belonged to you!"

Yang Kan saw that the aura of this group of refugees was completely different from before, and an inexplicable courage surged out of them.

Under the leadership of Hou Jing, they rushed out like a pack of wolves!

Yang Kan looked at the Hu people's corpses on the ground, thinking about something.

"Is he really Wan Ziqi?"

Before Li Shuang could say anything, Gao Gao laughed out loud, looking very pleased.

"Now, he has to be!"
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In the mountains and forests, Wan Ziqizhen saw his panicked subordinates running back from a distance, and his heart tightened.

"Are Erzhu Rong and Yuan Tianmu coming to kill us?"

"No, it's not them, it's the Han people!"

His men were terrified and sweating profusely, as if they had encountered a ferocious beast.

After hearing this, Wan Ziqizhen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his fleeing subordinates with some contempt.

"What is there to be afraid of the Han people?"

"These Han people are a little different!"

"What can..."

Before Wan Ziqi could finish telling the truth, he saw a group of Han people rushing out from the valley with bamboo spears.

This group of Han people was small in number, but unexpectedly, they dared to charge towards Wan Ziqizhen's Hu army.

"Muzi, let's run away! These Han people are a bunch of lunatics. They'll chop us down if they see us!"

"Just a bunch of Han Chinese, you want me to escape?"

Wan Ziqizhen soon regretted it.

As he got closer, he saw the appearance of this group of Han people: when they saw Wan Ziqizhen and the Hu cavalry under his command, they no longer had the fear they had before, as if they were looking at prey.

There was even a green light in his eyes!

For some reason, Wan Ziqizhen swallowed as he saw them rushing towards him.

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(End of this chapter)