Following Yang Wanmo's order, two hundred white horse Di cavalry dispersed and started a fight with the Funan cavalry who rushed up.
These white-horse cavalry are accustomed to riding and shooting, and will only charge when the opportunity is right.
The Funan cavalry on the opposite side are a group of noble lords. The biggest use of their martial arts training is to bully serfs and bandits.
However, serfs and bandits had no riding and shooting skills.
Even if their horses are better, it will be difficult to rush forward.
And with the sound of bowstrings, Funan Pycelle warriors began to fall from their horses.
"ah!"
"ah!"
With screams one after another, the Pycelle warriors who had high morale began to panic.
They just wanted to speed up their horses and catch up with those hateful savages.
Once they catch up, the noble Pycelle warriors will take revenge with their swords.
Because they believe that these barbarians who are proficient in riding and shooting must be cowards who dare not fight in close combat.
"My Pycelle, hurry up and speed up, we will catch up soon!"
Palmilla, who was watching the battle from a distance at the back, was already nervous and lost all the mentality he had before the start.
Finally, in the expectation of all Funan people, those hateful barbarians finally became timid.
Facing the gradual approach of the Pycelle warriors, the barbarian cavalry finally retreated hastily to the rear.
"Haha, these weak savages are really cowards."
Palmilia let out a sigh of relief.
The non-contact confrontation just now was really ugly. If you can't force those barbarians back, it will really undermine your own majesty.
When he thought of this, he glanced at the battlefield ahead again.
There were at least a few dozen Pycelle warriors there who could no longer fight, either because they had been shot and wounded, or because their mounts had been shot.
Palmilia felt a strong physical pain in her heart when she saw this.
For the noble and combat-savvy warriors of Pycelle, this was a considerable loss.
At the very least, the reward after the war will be a big loss for Palmilia.
"Master, those barbarians have fled without a trace, why don't we go into the city." The fat black slave said with a smile.
Now they are surrounded by some ordinary serf soldiers. Without the Pycelle warriors around, it is indeed not as safe as entering the White Elephant City.
"Wait a little longer, I want to wait until the Pycelles come back with the heads of those barbarians, and then I can enter the city!"
Palmilia stared ahead.
The Pycelle warriors had already gone very far in pursuit of the barbarians.
According to Palmilia's estimation, it won't be long before the Pycelle warriors catch up with the barbarians, and then there will be a joyous killing.
When he thought of this, Palmilia immediately became excited.
With a slight wave of his hand, he ordered to follow up.
Palmilia hoped to see Pycelle slay the barbarians up close.
The entire team moved quickly forward.
As the distance got closer, Palmilia and the others could vaguely hear the fierce battle ahead.
The brutal roar, coupled with the high-pitched neighing of the horses, filled the entire battlefield with the smell of victory.
Palmilia was in a good mood, and the Pycelle warriors were definitely in high spirits for killing.
That must be the case.
Otherwise, how could we hear so many loud shouts in Funan language.
Suddenly, with the sound of horse hooves coming from the front, Palmilia saw a dozen Pycelle warriors galloping towards her.
"Distinguished master, the Pycelles are here to report their victory." The fat black steward next to him said.
Palmilia did not respond. A slave's words were not worth responding to.
He was smiling, ready to accept a noble victory.
However, as the cavalry approached, Palmilla saw from a distance that the joy of victory did not seem to be what he had imagined.
Instead, there was endless panic on their faces.
"Defeated, defeated, the barbarians are coming!"
"There's an ambush ahead, run!"
These Pycelle cavalry looked panicked, and they didn't know where they had thrown the spears in their hands. They just kept shouting.
"What, defeated?"
"impossible!"
When Palmilla heard this, he immediately thought it was a big joke.
How could the noble and brave warriors of Pycelle be defeated by a group of barbarians?
This must be a ridiculous joke.
He was just about to ask the Pycelle warriors to come over and explain in person, but suddenly he found that the Pycelle warriors seemed to be really panicking.
They actually ignored the center where Palmilia was directly in front, turned their horses' heads and went around, and then fled to both sides.
escaped!
The noble and brave warriors of Pycelle escaped?
This time, not only Palmilia was panicked, but even the surrounding slave soldiers were even more panicked.
"barbarian!"
"The barbarians are really coming!"
Suddenly, someone in the formation shouted.
Everyone looked forward in unison.
I saw a large group of barbarian cavalry appearing where a dozen Pycelle warriors had just appeared.
These barbarian cavalry held their weapons high and began to form a formation not far away.
Apparently, they had really defeated the Pycelle warriors in the battle just now.
"Master! Run, the barbarians seem to have really won." The fat black steward said with trembling legs.
"I am noble and pious..."
Palmilia had just finished saying this when a burst of shouting suddenly came from the infantry behind him.
Then panicked deserters appeared.
"Run, run."
With loud sounds of panic, the infantry behind Palmilia collapsed completely.
Many infantrymen abandoned their heavy equipment and weapons and fled the land as quickly as possible.
"This this..."
Palmilia stared blankly at everything in front of her.
Everything happened so fast that he had not yet remembered to change his mind.
"Woo!"
"Woo!"
As a loud and unfamiliar horn sounded, the barbarian cavalry who had just formed their formation began to charge.
They were seen rushing towards Palmilia's position like sharp knives.
During the march, these barbarian cavalry suddenly spread out to both sides.
It was like a huge net, trying to catch all of Palmilia and the others.
"Master, master!"
The fat black steward next to him was so panicked that he almost fainted and kept urging.
Only then did Palmilia come back to her senses and began to want to turn around and run away.
However, it was too late.
Those fierce barbarian cavalry were already killing them in front of them.
"Crack!"
With the sound of a sword, the fat black steward's head was suddenly taken away.
The blood spurted out all over Palmilia's face.
"Surrender! I surrender!"
This time he regained his composure and immediately made the wisest decision.
Plop!
Palmilia was thrown from the horse to the ground like a piece of rotten meat.
The hard ground hurt his butt.
Palmilia, whose hands were tied behind her back, grimaced in pain, but did not make the slightest sound.
Because he didn't know whether these ferocious barbarians would kill him because of his wails.
"General, Yang has lived up to his military orders and has found out the situation ahead!"
Yang Wanmo threw the fat pig-like Palmilia in front of Huan Wen and said with a proud look on his face.
"How is the situation ahead?" Huan Wen already knew that Yang Wanmo had won a small battle and immediately asked about the enemy's situation.
"General, this living prisoner is a local chieftain nearby. He knows everything about the situation in the land. He only needs to be tortured. If the general wants to know, he can ask him what he wants!"
Yang Wanmo knew that he had captured a big fish through the accompanying Piaoguo translator.
But he knew that Huan Wen had a strict personality and did not dare to make any decisions easily, so he simply brought it back and let Huan Wen ask it himself.
"Chief?"
Huan Wen was immediately surprised when he heard Yang Wanmo's words.
He quickly called over two barbarian translators, and then asked Palmilia.
"Who is your surname, what is your official position, how many soldiers and horses are behind you, how many people are on the territory..."
Huan Wen asked all the questions he wanted in one breath, and then waved the interpreter to Palmilia.
At this time, Palmilia had already seen the surrounding situation clearly.
These aloof 'barbarians' are definitely not Pyu people from the jungle.
Because those Pyu barbarians in the jungle are definitely not that tall and strong. Most of the Pyu people are dark, thin and short.
And these people in front of them are all full of vicious and oppressive people, and they are people who are not easy to mess with at first glance.
In fact, Palmilia saw in them a murderous aura that was even stronger than that of the Gupta guards.
When the two skinny monkey-like Piao people translated Huan Wen's words to Palmilia, he immediately answered them one by one without hesitation.
In an instant, almost the entire Funan Kingdom, and even the entire southeast, central and south, were explained by Palmilia.
After Huan Wen finished listening to the translator's narration, he couldn't help but frown more and more as he listened, and a chill shot from his eyes to Palmilia.
The 'ice-smart' Palmilia immediately sensed the danger and couldn't help but panic and didn't know what to do.
Because everything he knows has already been explained by him.
He didn't know why the 'barbarian' leader in front of him still looked murderous.
In fact, Palmilia didn't know that the reason why Huan Wen acted like this was precisely because Palmilia explained things too quickly and thoroughly.
This kind of greed for life and fear of death has nothing to do with the restraint of a lord.
"General, these barbarians are all weaklings. Why not add some torture tools to them and check whether they are genuine or not?"
Yang Wanmo next to him had already noticed Huan Wen's doubts.
"No need!"
Huan Wen stared at Palmilia and examined it again, and finally decided to believe him.
Anyway, he was about to cross the river and head west. No matter what the situation was, he would have to deal with it sooner or later.
He didn't believe it. This fat barbarian Tuwang's life was in his own hands, and he still dared to do anything.
At this time, Palmilia next to her started chirping again, and then she lay down on the ground and kept kowtowing, almost crying with tears and runny noses.
"What did he say again?" Huan Wen asked curiously.
"General, he begged not to harm his life, and was willing to swear to their god Brahma to become the general's most loyal slave!" said a translator from Piao Kingdom.
When Huan Wen heard this, his face was filled with black lines.
After the previous questioning, he already knew that the fat prisoner in front of him was almost equivalent to the prince of a county in the Central Plains.
He has no backbone at all, and he grovels so easily.
However, for Huan Wen, it is a good thing.
"Tell him that this general is the general of the Holy Dynasty. Now I am here to educate these barbarians in Central and South China. As long as they obey orders, he will never be harmed." Huan Wen ordered with a serious look.
After receiving the guarantee of survival, Palmilia finally let go of her hanging heart.
Palmilla later stated that in order to express his new loyalty, he was willing to prepare a batch of treasures.
Of course, this requires someone to go back and send a message to let the rear know.
After all, the relatives and subordinates at the rear would never have imagined that Palmilia had become a prisoner of the 'barbarians'.
"Treasure? Huh, things that can't be eaten or drunk, in my opinion, are a burden!"
Huan Wen didn't seem to agree with this.
What's the use of some gold, silver and jewelry in a barbaric and barbaric land?
"Tell him that if he is really serious, then exchange the treasure for food and send it to him!"
Huan Wen's army was in urgent need of food reserves at this time, and saw less and less food.
After hearing this, Palmilla immediately nodded desperately in agreement, and then asked the translator to tell Huan Wen.
"General, he said that there is a small city not far ahead, which he uses to store grain. As long as the general sends someone with his token, he can immediately take over the granary."
The more Huan Wen listened, the more he felt that the fat man with a dark face in front of him was unreliable.
He walked all the way from Guanzhong, along Yizhou and Ningzhou, and was used to seeing all kinds of barbarians.
These barbarians are all vulgar barbarians who don't know the heights of the sky. They are most familiar with all kinds of bragging.
In Huan Wen's opinion, it was normal for the barbarian leader whose subordinates were so vulnerable that even his private soldiers were hungry. How could he have such a big granary?
It was probably a delaying tactic because he was afraid of hurting his life.
The main purpose is to deliver letters, and the so-called Granary Wubao is just a cover.
However, Huan Wen was not afraid of any tip-off.
After his army crossed the river, tens of thousands of troops formed a solid camp and fought steadily step by step.
"You, pick two people to send the message!"
Huan Wen then gave instructions to his attendants.
Huan Wen had no hope of storing any granary in the castle or any fine grain.
He has tens of thousands of tigers and wolves in his hands, and he can search and rob them at any time.
Soon, the messenger arranged by Huan Wen crossed the river and walked to the other side with the token given by Palmyriash.
Huan Wen then made a plan with everyone to cross the river and attack immediately.
Because the Qiang and Di cavalry seldom fought on the water, they were in the front row to cross the river. Huan Wen personally led the rear troops to cross the river later.
When all the discussions were completed, the people who had been arranged by Huan Wen to report the capture of Palmilia had also returned.
"I want to see the general!"
"I want to see the general!"
Huan Wen heard these words from a long distance away.
"Bring it in!"
As soon as the man saw Huan Wen, his face was filled with excitement!
"How about this barbarian? How many bushels of grain and grass are there in the promise?" Huan Wen asked slowly.
"General, it's not just a few buckets of dendrobium, nor big rocks or small rocks, but a whole fort filled with grain and grass!" the man said happily.
