The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 297 Burning the Grain and Grass
Nothing could be more satisfying than witnessing firsthand the Khanate's top marksman, known as the "murderous maniac."

He died in just one round at the hands of an even more powerful master, which was even more shocking!
Most of the more than 3,000 remaining vanguard soldiers who returned from the Xiong Gou Ling battlefield were stunned and covered their necks, not daring to utter a sound.

They didn't even dare to shout slogans like "avenging the vanguard general."

too strong!
The killing intent emanating from the other party was too strong!

Having met them face-to-face, I feel like I could be killed by their presence.

They fired rockets in the gullies all night and were only replaced by more than 20,000 troops of the Central Route Army before dawn.

I was thinking of going back to base camp to replenish my energy.

They could tell from afar that their home had been raided.

General Jebe just said that he would lead them to fight another battle.

As a result, this is it?
The archer, whose name the king had specially changed, was killed by a single spear thrust.

The manner of their deaths was gruesome.

The body is still in the enemy's hands.

But what happened next was even more shocking.

While the Han Chinese killing god was fighting General Jebe, the army's commander-in-chief, Hasibaren, actually took a group of men and fled back.

Escaped!

I didn't ask for anything.

He rode away on horseback!

The men, now without horses, were left as sitting ducks for the Bei army.

Want to escape?
We need to ask General Gan if he agrees first!
If the other side doesn't come, she will still lead people to attack their stronghold once the Guanxi Seven Guards' settlement and development have reached a certain level.

Unexpectedly.

The other person thinks what she thinks.

They delivered their main fighting force to our doorstep in one go.

How could we let such a good opportunity to wipe out the enemy team slip by?

With a forceful effort, Gan Minglan finally shook off the corpse beneath the spearhead:
"Vanguard Battalion, follow me and chase after the Hu people! General Tian, ​​you're left to take stock of the battlefield!"

Tian Jiu said with a mixture of regret and excitement:

"General Gan, rest assured! We will not let a single half-dead barbarian go, nor will we leave behind any valuable spoils of war."

Gan Minglan: "."

Who is to blame?
Is it my fault for leading the team astray?

No, no!
Life was too hard for the border troops; everyone from top to bottom was greedy and opportunistic.

They also all know that the Hu people are incredibly wealthy.

But how long will it take to turn over these tens of thousands of corpses?

I can't persuade them.

There's no way to persuade them in a short time!
She still had to pursue the remnants of the Hu people.

The most important task is to locate the enemy's supply depot.

I just sent someone to take a look around.

There was hardly any food left in the burned-down tent of the Hu people.

They're probably still in the rear.

I took attendance again before we set off.

The vanguard battalion, numbering over 3,200, suffered another 156 casualties in the battle that lasted an hour and a half.

It seems we'll have to recoup all these losses from the spoils of war!

She raised her arm and shouted, "Let's go!"

This chase covered more than two hundred miles.

When the vanguard arrived at the Kashgar Khanate's supply depot, all they saw was a raging inferno. Fire again!
The mountain of food sacks was burning brightly.

The smell of burning grease could still be smelled in the air.

Too bad!
So much grain was piled up together and burned!

Who came up with this "brilliant idea"?
Gan Minglan couldn't help but want to curse.

Fifty miles away, Suzhileg, who was running away frantically, sneezed a series of times.

He said to Hasbaren in a seemingly relaxed manner, "Ata (Father)! The Bei army must have discovered the rations we burned, and they're probably cursing their son right now."

Hasibaren finally felt a sense of relief: "My father was confused and didn't think of this, which made those people so angry that they jumped up and down when they saw the burned grain!"

No more than 12,000 horse archers escaped with the father and son.

It wasn't that the soldiers were disloyal to their lord.

The more than one thousand thunderbolts had scared away all their warhorses.

These were only the cases where the horse archers had a deep bond with their warhorses, and they ran back after hearing the whistle, even though they hadn't gone far.

The other horses had long since disappeared without a trace.

The chief steward of the supply depot, located two hundred miles away, is Hasibaren's eldest son.

More than 100,000 men, all of whom were infantry.

Moreover, most of them were elderly herders, lacking combat ability and even without a suitable weapon.

It's clear that they can't protect this grain.

Can't protect it.

You can't take it with you!

Let's just burn it all down!
The three members of the Hasbaren family ultimately made this crazy decision.

They then instructed the herders in the supply camps to burn their grain and return to their tribes on their own.

They've given up!
And so we have the scene before us: in the empty valley, piles of grain are being burned by fire.

The entire vanguard battalion was so angry they almost vomited blood!
One by one, they uttered their curses:

"Those barbarians who suffered a great plague! This is enough food to feed 250,000 people for a year! And they just burned it like that! Don't they even consider how much manpower and resources it took to grow this food!"

"General! Should we try to salvage this? There are so many bags; if the brothers put in some effort, we can probably get back a few dozen bushels."

"Yes! Just thinking about the millet and wheat in the fire that we couldn't buy even with money before makes my heart ache."

"."

Taking a risky gamble?

If the food inside contains flour, that would be dangerous!
She has this basic common sense!
Gan Minglan looked at the raging fire and sneered:

"Ha! The Hu people are doing this simply to prevent us from getting any advantage! Burn it, let them burn it! The Kashgar Khanate has such a vast territory, do they only grow this little bit of grain?"

What's a year's worth of food for an army of two or three hundred thousand? As long as we capture the leading commander, we can wipe out all their horse archers!
"If their king doesn't obediently send double the amount of grain to our Guanzhong camp, I'll lead you all to their capital! Then, forget about grain, take whatever you want!"

Her powerful words immediately silenced everyone's sighs.

Ouch!
The general's words are truly insightful!
Put yourself in their shoes: what is there for a king to be proud of if all his fighting force has been wiped out?
The Seven Guards of Kansai are my homeland!
If only you were a little bolder.

I heard that the Western Regions Protectorate was once established here during the Western Han Dynasty!

Isn't this my homeland?

The crowd was filled with fervor, determined to capture the Hu commander alive.

Some, whose minds were still somewhat clear, expressed their concerns:
“But, General! The further west we go, the deeper we go into the territory of the barbarians. What if the barbarians set up an ambush for us along the way? Don’t the old generals always say, ‘Don’t pursue a desperate enemy’? The Tatars love to use this trick.”

Gan Minglan, however, said with full confidence:
"Don't worry, everyone! I've already sent the Rat King to chase after them! If it sees them setting up an ambush, it will come back to inform me! I've also had it leave tracking marks along the way; they won't escape my grasp!"

What else is there to say?

They trusted both General Gan and King Rat.

These two are reliable spokespeople!
(End of this chapter)