It's not just him.
The same goes for Ping Bashan, the king of the left capital, and Bagui, the king of the right capital.
The three of them looked at each other, quickly walked out of the tent, and looked at the battle ahead. It was so dark that everyone could not see clearly.
But the commotion was already huge, and some people even screamed that King So-and-so had died in battle.
The situation has become extremely bad.
"This is going to be an avalanche, Khan. Withdraw your troops immediately. Spread out and withdraw, the Han army won't be able to kill too many of us." Wang Ping Bagui, the elder of the right capital, was extremely experienced. His face changed drastically and he said to Shu Youdang.
"Faced with thousands of Han cavalry, our 100,000 cavalry withdrew?" Ping Bashan, the king of Zuodu, asked with a look of disbelief.
"It's better than causing a huge rout. With a small number of soldiers, we fight fiercely, and our advance and retreat are like the wind. If we have many soldiers, if there is an avalanche, there will be no casualties."
Right Capital Prince Ping Bagui said with a livid face.
The military is the same thing all over the world.
Too little is easy to control, too much is difficult to control.
Once defeated, everything is lost.
Just like the Battle of Chibi and the Battle of Feishui.
At this time, it is time to test the decisiveness of those in power. Is it a humiliating retreat, or is it to welcome a possible rout?
Shu Youdang's face changed from livid to red, just like a baby's face.
Very special.
"Withdraw the troops. Withdraw the troops immediately. They will be commanded by their respective kings and disperse in all directions." Shu Youdang clenched his fists and shouted in humiliation.
"Hurry, withdraw your troops quickly. The Great Khan has ordered us to withdraw our troops."
The guards shouted. Soon after, the trumpet sounded, representing the order to withdraw troops.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The Great Khan's headquarters, the left capital royal family, and the right capital royal family were all calm and retreated in an orderly manner. As for the singers, musicians, and the big tent, no one was in charge.
The famous Turkic kings who were fighting the Han army in front were about to collapse. Many famous kings were killed by the Han army in the rebellion.
But they didn't dare to retreat without Shu Youdang's order. Now that they had received the order to retreat, they all turned their horses and retreated to the west, as if they had received an amnesty.
"Withdraw troops, withdraw troops quickly!!!!!!!!!"
The shrill cries of famous Turkic kings could be heard endlessly.
The men who were roping horses, having swept away their leisurely stroll, became extremely frightened, turned their horses' heads one after another, and headed towards the west.
Run desperately.
Escape.
Escape.
As the saying goes. He was so defeated that he wished his parents would give him two more legs.
Now the horses under them have four legs, but they wish that the horses had eight legs so they could run faster.
"Run quickly. The Han army is coming."
"You bastards in front of you, move away, don't block my way."
"Run quickly."
The Turks shouted, wanting to draw out their swords and kill their companions in front, but they held back. If they kill people, there will be no one to command the horses, which will make the chaos even more chaotic.
"kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Han army was like a ruthless machine. Under the command of Wu Nian and Wu Min, it continued to bite the Turks. They waved the cavalry spears in their hands and used their heavy armor to defend themselves, killing heads.
"Ahhhh!!!" The Turks screamed repeatedly, causing countless casualties.
But the killings soon stopped. The Turks are worthy of being a people on horseback, and the riding skills of the men who harness the horses are superior to those of the Han army.
Run faster than a rabbit.
One hundred thousand Turkic cavalry, led by a famous king, dispersed in a rush.
After the Han army, led by Wu Nian and Wu Min, pursued for more than ten miles, they could no longer see the Turks, so they had no choice but to turn their horses around and return to Yumen Pass.
The Hojo clan asked Li Yongzheng to lead the Gansu soldiers originally guarding Yumen Pass to go out and clean up the battlefield. One by one the war horses were captured.
One by one the injured Turks were killed.
The wounded soldiers of the Han army also received timely treatment.
Armor, weapons, arrows and dry food were all carefully collected.
Wu Nian looked up and saw a group of scantily clad singers from the Western Regions, tied into a string with ropes and heading towards Yumen Pass.
Wu Nian smiled, turned to his son and said, "Son, the Turks wanted the beauties of us Han people, but they didn't expect to give away their own beauties."
"What Father said is that this means losing your wife and losing your troops." Wu Min also smiled.
Both father and son were wearing red armor, with sticky blood dripping down, and they walked around the Shura field.
But miraculously, neither father nor son was injured.
The heavy armor on their bodies protected them very well. The Turks were caught off guard and did not even have a chance to draw their bows.
Later, the Turks panicked and could only be beaten, and very few fought back.
All in all, this battle was so enjoyable and smooth.
Both father and son were very happy. Especially Wu Nian, seeing that he is old, if he doesn't have a good time, he will have no chance.
It's another battle against a foreign race, and it's so satisfying to be able to ride and slash without any feeling.
"Hahaha." Wu Nian laughed.
The laughter shook the sky, and the heroism went straight to the bullfighting.
"His Majesty!!!!"
I saw thousands of Han cavalrymen returning home covered in blood, their murderous intent and tiger's power still lingering. The Gansu soldiers who were responsible for cleaning the battlefield showed respect, put down their work, and knelt on the ground to greet him.
Gansu was called Liangzhou in ancient times, a war-torn place.
The folk customs are tough and they admire the strong the most.
The Han family is strong enough, so they obey.
Now that the big man is ridiculously strong, they are even more convinced.
This battle. The Gansu people present saw their blood boiling and their muscles and bones aching. They wanted to go into battle with their swords and follow the emperor to fight.
This battle.
It will definitely be sung in Gansu for several years, even decades, or hundreds of years, and become a topic of conversation among men after dinner.
Wu Nian said before that as long as Gansu is managed with benevolence and morality, Gansu will be run with care. Even if Han Laocheng is still alive, he has no ability to counterattack Gansu.
Now there is no need to wait for benevolent and virtuous governance.
Gansu is the iron country of the Han Dynasty.
Even if Han Laocheng is still alive, few people are willing to follow him.
"Everyone, get up. Keep cleaning the battlefield." Wu Nian waved his hand and shouted.
"Yes." The Gansu soldiers responded loudly, stood up and continued to clean the battlefield. Li Yongzheng strode up, bent down and saluted: "Your Majesty."
"Li Qing. How are you doing?" Wu Nian saw him, laughed, and asked.
"Extraordinary strength." Li Yongzheng praised sincerely without any water.
"How is the Han army doing?" Wu Nian asked again.
"Xionglie." Li Yongzheng bent down even lower.
"How is the widow's son?" Wu Nian asked again.
"King Qi is the son of the true emperor." Li Yongzheng said loudly.
"Hahaha." Wu Nian kept laughing. After he stopped laughing, he asked: "I want to run Gansu while sending troops to the Western Regions."
"What do you think about the genocide of the Turks?"
"The Turks will be destroyed." Li Yongzheng perked up, raised his head, and said decisively.
There is such an emperor.
There is such a king of Qi.
There is such a Han army.
Who are the Turks?
Without further ado, destroy them.
