The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 260 Who is Huang Que?

In the eyes of these foreign tribes, Hami City, with its four gate towers blown up, was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

It's intimidating, but it doesn't eat people!

Nomadic peoples, as people who live on horseback, are also the best hunters.

When the Han army arrived, they even helped to deal with their biggest threat (the personal guards of King Zhongshun).

The current situation presents a good opportunity for the various tribes to divide up Hamiwei.

There are only so many pastures in the oasis.

How can a tribe become powerful without fighting and competing?!
They didn't even think deeply about whether they had the strength to deal with King Zhongshun's Han army.

My impression of the Han army is still from when they withdrew from the Seven Guards of Guanzhong.

They didn't even take a mere five thousand soldiers seriously.

They were thinking that once they came to their territory, they shouldn't even think about taking away a single copper coin!
That night, around midnight.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

In the oasis outside the capital, an army of more than 20,000 people, composed of the Uyghur, Hui, and Harahui tribes, gathered.

The eldest Uyghur chieftain spoke first:
"During the day, our tribe sent out ten teams to keep watch, while the Han army only had about a hundred men defending the south gate. They looted the city on a large scale, and you could hear cries all morning!"

"They've probably all been out there looting and plundering; there's not a single person to be seen at the three gates of the capital, east, west, and north! Until a quarter of an hour ago, there was no sign of Han troops deploying at those three gates!"

The warlike leader of the Harahui tribe said sinisterly:

"Isn't Hami City's biggest asset the Prince Zhongshun's Mansion? Now that the mansion has been destroyed, what else is there to worry about?"
The Han army has come from afar, fighting all night and looting all day. Their general is probably sleeping soundly with King Zhongshun's beautiful concubine right now!

The Hui tribe chief's eyes gleamed:

"Good, very good! Three gates, we can split into three groups and enter from three directions to catch them off guard!"

The three leaders shouted in unison:

"Warriors, charge boldly! Kill the Han soldiers, and the gold, silver, jewels, and women of Hami City will be ours!"

The warriors raised their swords and silently shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The plan for the three tribes to launch a surprise attack on the city went very smoothly.

They arrived safely, and most of the warriors from each tribe had entered the city; there had been no sounds of swords or guns yet.

Was the moon not bright enough, or had all the Han soldiers moved into the palace?

The leader of the Hara Grey tribe outside the East Gate belatedly realized something was amiss, muttering to himself, "It's too quiet, something's not right!"

Before he could come up with a solution, the commotion he had been waiting for arrived!
"Bang! Bang! Bang"

Several times louder than popping beans, a series of intense and rapid explosions suddenly erupted!

Those warriors who rushed into the city gate, carrying bows and wielding broadswords, fell to the ground with a thud, wailing incessantly.

"There's an ambush!"

"Fell into a trap!"

"Ah, my eyes."

"Bang! Bang! Bang"

The vanguard battalion of 5,000 included 2,000 musketeers.

Five hundred for each door, just right!

After drinking the lightly salted water that the general had ordered the kitchen to prepare for them, the soldiers remained on guard for most of the night without feeling sleepy.

How could the vanguard battalion be unprepared for these alien races?

I prepared the burlap sacks well in advance.

I won't come; I won't fall for it.

If you do that, you're doomed to crawl into a pocket and get beaten up!

The shops lining both sides of the main street at the city gate had long been requisitioned by the Han army.

The musketeers are hiding behind the window!
Archers are hiding on the roof.

By the bright moonlight, the figures of people who had broken into the city could be seen clearly.

Before the musket barrels exploded, a rain of arrows fell from the rooftops.

The foreign warriors on the main streets of the East, West, and North Gates had no time to react before they were struck down by a hail of spears and arrows. The three tribal leaders cried out in their hearts: These Han soldiers are incredibly cunning; they were waiting for them here all along!
But right now, they don't have time to think about it.

The cunning and shrewd chieftain of the Uyghur tribe and the cowardly Hui tribe each shouted to their own people:
"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"

"Come back, come back quickly!"

It’s too late, it’s absolutely too late.

After shouting and straining for a long time, they managed to withdraw one-third of their troops from the west and north gates!
The young Harahui leader was a warlike man, and he heard many familiar voices screaming in agony.

You can guess what kind of chaotic scene it is inside even with your eyes closed.

The unexpected attack caused his eyes to turn red.

He drew his precious sword, raised his arm and shouted: "Warriors, advance only, never retreat! Those who desert in the face of battle, shall be killed!"

The Harahui are also known as the Yenekeli tribe.

They primarily engaged in hunting, supplemented by animal husbandry; the men possessed strong physiques and an inherently warlike nature.

In the past, they were unwilling to directly confront the Prince Zhongshun in a full-scale battle, fearing that attacking a prince would provoke the large number of archer cavalry of the Kashgar Khanate.

Huozhou is only 800 li away from Hami City!

But when it came to the Han army, which was already in decline, they were truly fearless.

Charge! Charge forward!

If they can't kill the Han army, they'll be killed by the Han army!
There is no other choice!

The leader of the Harahui thought so.

On Dongmen Street, following behind the muskets and archers were the armored vanguard battalion!
They were riding top-quality Mongolian horses!
He was holding a spear and a long gun.

Soldiers: We haven't even had a chance to enjoy the gold coins we just stole, and someone's already eyeing them?
Damn it!
kill!

Kill one by one!
Come two and kill a pair!
"Ding!"

"clang!"

The weapons clashed, sparks flew!
The vanguard battalion members grew increasingly fearful as the fighting progressed:
Thank goodness! Thanks to General Gan's plan, they didn't get caught up in "zero-currency shopping" during the day, and they set up an ambush in advance.

Indeed, those who are not of our kind are sure to have different hearts!

The Uyghur tribe leader, who had led his people in a hasty escape from the west gate, hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he looked up.

Under the moonlight.

A man and a horse were blocking the intersection.

There seemed to be something alive wriggling on the horse's head, looking like the raccoon dog that nobles carried when they went hunting.

The leader rubbed his eyes.

The armor on this person was gleaming with a white light.

There was a mask on his face.

I couldn't make out what it looked like.

When a gust of wind blew by, a patch of hair behind the other person's mask was lifted up.

Long hair!
Han Chinese men don't have hair this long.

It turned out to be a woman!
The chieftain swallowed the blood in his mouth and waved to his tribesmen behind him: "Capture them alive!"

Regardless of whether the other party was a female relative of a Han soldier or anyone else.

Since we just suffered a great loss, it's perfect to grab a couple of women who come to our door and use them to humiliate the other party!
The leader recognized the other person as a woman.

The warriors, of course, were not blind.

They roared and charged forward in a pincer movement.

Those who run fast are also the ones who die young.

With no one else from the vanguard battalion present, someone could finally have a good, satisfying fight.

He shook the grapevine in his hand.

In an instant, the withered vines came back to life.

They grew wildly.

Upon seeing a moving "climbing frame," it proactively climbed onto it.
(End of this chapter)