Entrepreneurship in the Late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 15 Victory
The scene was embarrassing.

But without the slightest hesitation, when the Tibetan soldier opposite was still confused, Zhao Huaian had already approached him, covered his mouth, and stabbed his heart with an ox bone dagger.

Kill with one blow.

But after solving this "accident" in an instant, Zhao Huaian didn't even dare to breathe and looked into the tent nervously.

The tent was pitch black, with only the sounds of snoring and grinding of teeth.

At this time, Zhao Huaian slowly exhaled, and then he smelled a strong fishy smell, which was so spicy that it hurt his eyes a little.

Trying hard to control his nausea, Zhao Huaian suppressed his pounding heart and waved his hand. Then Xian Yuyue and others filed in, followed by bursts of muffled groans.

This tent is not big, with only ten people at most. Zhao Huaian can still have people left even if he guards one person at a time, so these Tubo soldiers had their throats cut at almost the same time.

The first military camp of the Tibetans was quickly and efficiently settled, a great start.

Just when everyone was about to do the same, a Tibetan soldier suddenly appeared from the corner and took out a bird beside the tent to release it into the water.

But before the bird could fly away, he suddenly saw a group of people in the camp. However, Zhao Huaian and the others were wearing Tibetan armor, so at first he thought that they were his companions who had gone out in the afternoon and had returned.

So he hummed something, but Zhao Huaian didn't understand Tibetan. Fortunately, Sun Tai next to him took over and shouted something in a gibberish.

But this Tibetan was not stupid. He felt the voice was a little strange. Suddenly, he saw the group of people in front of him actually drew their knives, and his mind suddenly became clear.

But just as he was about to shout, Xian Yu Yue took the opportunity to grab him and stabbed him in the chest with a knife, cleanly and neatly.

Listening to the Tibetan soldiers' wails before their death, Zhao Huaian said to everyone in a deep voice:

"Lao Liu, Sun Tai, follow me. Everyone else, rush into the tent. Don't worry, just kill anyone you see!"

As he spoke, Zhao Huaian took Zhao Liu and Sun Tai and rushed straight to the main tent in the middle of the camp.

In the end, we still have to fight with real swords and guns.

……

Zhao Huaian limped and walked faster and faster. With his order, the camp finally became chaotic. Sharp wails tore through the silence, and the snoring in the tent in front also stopped abruptly.

He did not enter through the tent entrance, but took Zhao Liu and Sun Tai around to the side.

Sun Tai, who was standing next to him, split the tent in half with a knife, then jumped in amid the exclamations of people inside the tent.

This bravery and decisiveness made Zhao Huaian take a second look at him.

Martial arts can be taught, but this kind of murderous bravery is rare. Sun Tai has the potential to become a warrior.

After Sun Tai got in, there were shouts everywhere, followed by Sun Tai's roar, the wailing of the Tibetans, the sound of metal clashing, and the breaking of tendons and bones.

Zhao Huaian did not go in to help immediately, but listened attentively until Sun Tai's roar became muffled, then he rushed in without hesitation.

As soon as I entered, the tent was pitch black. I could barely see three people lying on the ground, including a Tibetan warrior, who was holding a dagger and shouting loudly.

At this time, Sun Tai was pinned to the ground by two Tibetan men wearing fur coats, struggling frantically.

The two Tibetan men who were holding Sun Tai down were also anxious and shouted loudly to their companions behind them that they had no suitable weapons.

But they didn't expect another armored soldier to rush in. Seeing that this person was also wearing their own armor, the two men roared in despair.

Zhao Huaian slashed with his sword, slicing through one man's throat, and warm blood splattered on his armor. The remaining Tibetan tried to stand up, but Zhao Huaian struck him in the collarbone again.

The blade was stuck in the bone. Zhao Huaian kicked the man down and pulled out the knife.

Zhao Huaian walked in front of Sun Tai, holding his sword in a tiger-like stride. Zhao Liu came in from behind and helped Sun Tai up from the ground.

The three of them formed a triangle, staring intently at the remaining Tibetans in the tent.

As the enemy's central camp, there were the most Tibetans here, more than a dozen of them. Unfortunately, they were unable to put on armor in a hurry and could only pick up weapons at random. Even so, there were a few who were holding big clubs and bones.

Zhao Huaian had difficulty moving and could only move forward slowly, with the two people behind him following closely.

The atmosphere was heavy and depressing.

Suddenly, two Tibetans chopped down from high up with their knives. Zhao Huaian took the initiative to fight back and knocked the enemy's knives away. Zhao Liu behind him stretched out his spear and stabbed the Tibetan in the stomach.

After Zhao Huaian blocked the knife, he was stabbed on the shoulder. However, the Tibetans had superb iron armor craftsmanship, and the knife just scratched the armor plate, relieving the force.

Zhao Huaian swung his sword diagonally, peeling off half of the man's face, revealing his white gums.

At this time, Zhao Huaian saw that the Tibetan nobles not far away seemed to be about to run away, so he was about to chase them.

But who would have thought that the Tibetan warrior, who was already lying in a pool of blood, grabbed Zhao Huaian's leather boots tightly, staring at him and refusing to let go.

Sun Tai, who was behind, had recovered his strength. He rushed over and cut off the man's hand with a knife. The bone fragments appeared, with only flesh and skin left.

At this time, the tent was filled with the smell of blood. Zhao Huaian and the other two pressed forward step by step, stepping over five corpses.

The only ten remaining Tibetans were forced to retreat step by step, huddled together, and their breathing became heavier.

Suddenly, Zhao Huaian, who had been limping before, suddenly sprinted forward, relying on the armor on his body, and rushed into the Tibetan team regardless of anything.

There was no room for maneuver. There were knives everywhere, hitting Zhao Huaian's armor with a sharp sound. Zhao Huaian himself was waving the knife around like a madman.

At this moment, the presence or absence of armor directly determines the outcome.

Being able to share a tent with their commander, these Tibetan warriors were undoubtedly powerful, and coming from the bitter cold of the highlands, they weren't afraid of death. But they truly couldn't fight Zhao Huaian to the death. Zhao Huaian was covered in three layers of armor from head to toe: willow leaf armor, chain mail, and a final layer of leather armor. Even his helmet was equipped with the Tang army's iron mask.

The Tibetans' attacks were blocked by their armor, but Zhao Huaian's strikes were deadly. Ever since he rushed in, the Tibetans' screams hadn't stopped.

After a sword fight with a Tibetan warrior, Zhao Huaian twisted the knife and cut off two of the man's fingers.

The Tibetan warrior screamed and the knife in his hand fell to the ground, but the man was not afraid of death and shouted loudly, and was about to charge at Zhao Huaian.

Zhao Huaian swung the knife, the cold blade light swung in a semicircle, and chopped off the man's head with one blow.

Blood gushed out from the man's neck, and his running body lost momentum and knelt at Zhao Huaian's feet.

"Whoops."

"Whoops."

Under the iron mask, Zhao Huaian was sweating profusely. The surging adrenaline made his temples swell and hurt. Looking at the only remaining Tibetan noble lying limp on the ground, he walked up slowly.

At this time, the Tibetan nobles were completely terrified. The flying blood and flesh and broken limbs before their eyes were even more terrifying than the Asura Hell described in the Buddhist scriptures.

What's even more terrifying is that he is in hell and the evil spirits are walking towards him.

Looking at the Tibetan nobles who had given up, Zhao Huaian's face was full of disdain, and then he chopped down with the sword in his hand.

In the flash of cold light, the man's hair was chopped off.

Suddenly, Zhao Huaian smelled a strong smell of urine. He was already annoyed by the fishy smell, and now he was overwhelmed by the smell of urine. Zhao Huaian was so angry that he hit the Tibetan nobleman's nose with the handle of his knife.

The man wailed, his nosebleed covering his chin, but he didn't dare move at all.

After calling the man a waste, Zhao Huaian kicked him over, then grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the tent.

At this time, the camp was in chaos, and many Tibetan soldiers had crawled out of their tents in panic.

After taking a quick glance, Zhao Huaian shouted to Sun Tai behind him:
"Tell this man to make all the Tibetans surrender."

Sun Tai was still a little dazed, and then he shouted at the noble in Tibetan, and even slapped the man in the face with his hand.

The noble shouted to the camp in panic.

No one knew what he shouted, but the Tibetans' resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally they dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

Looking at the Tibetan nobles with fawning expressions, Zhao Huaian shook his head and asked Sun Tai and others to tie up the captives in the open space in the middle.

In the end, he won this night attack!

……

But Zhao Huaian's joy only lasted for a moment.

Because he saw Lao Mo kneeling on the ground, supporting a seriously injured Yi companion, his face full of sadness and helplessness.

Feeling nervous, Zhao Huaian hurried forward to inquire about the situation.

Seeing Zhao Huaian coming, Lao Mo hurriedly looked up and pleaded:

"Lord, please save him, please save him, he is a good man."

Zhao Huaian squatted down to check his wound and found that his most fatal wound was from under his armpit, which was a weak point in the armor. At this moment, large streams of blood were flowing out of the wound and could not be stopped at all.

The Yi man's face grew paler and paler. He felt his life slipping away, and finally, with desperation, he pleaded with Lao Mo about his final plans.

Lao Mo's hands were covered in blood, and he nodded sadly as he listened.

The sound faded away, and the soul of this barbarian who came out of the mountains finally returned to the mountains.

At this moment, Lao Mo could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

At this time, Lao Liu and the others had already lit the torches in the camp, illuminating the central area.

Only then did Zhao Huaian see the face of this Yi man clearly and recognized him. He was from the same tribe as Lao Mo, but unlike Lao Mo who was alone, he had a wife and children.

Sighing, Zhao Huaian patted Lao Mo's shoulder and asked:
"What were his last words?"

Lao Mo sobbed, his shoulders shrugged, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"He asked me to return the money given by the benefactor to the village, saying that he wanted to make a silver bracelet for his child."

As he said this, Lao Mo couldn't help but yelled:
"But the village was long gone, long gone! He had no idea that the Tibetans had already destroyed it."

Woo woo woo.

Sadness spread among everyone, especially when Zhao Liu and his team moved two more bodies from other tents, the atmosphere became even more depressing.

These two were also barbarians. Although they were wearing iron armor, they were weak after all. The Tibetans pressed them to the ground, then crushed their eyeballs with their hands, and finally killed them with a dagger.

Zhao Huaian looked at the group of Tibetan captives in the middle. There were sixteen of them, almost the same number as Zhao Huaian's side. But once they lost their courage and their leader, they would be no different from cattle and sheep.

However, when the torches in the camp were lit, these people's eyes began to flicker when they saw that the enemies who attacked them were only a dozen or so, most of whom were lowly barbarians.

But Xianyu Yue and others on the side suppressed the situation tightly until Zhao Huaian came over and pulled two Tibetans out of the crowd one by one. The Tibetans behind him trembled in unison, lowered their heads and dared not look again.

The two people who were dragged out had their fingers covered in blood. They seemed to understand something and twisted their bodies wildly.

(End of this chapter)