Looking at the not-so-high walls and towers in front of him, Yang Wanmo felt a little regretful at this moment.
What he regretted was that he should have launched the attack earlier.
If he had led his troops to attack before the city gate was closed, he might have captured the town in front of him, after all, the defenders inside were so weak.
"Ang Bai, the prisoner just said, how many defenders are there in this city?" Yang Wanmo turned to a dark and thin Piao servant behind him and asked.
This Piao servant knew some languages of the Funan people and was regarded as a translator for the army.
"Master, the Funan man just said that there are about 500 defenders in the city. You have just charged and killed half of them. There are still about 200 or 300 people. Including the men inside, the total does not exceed 1,000 people. ." said Piao slave Ang Bai.
Yang Wanmo nodded silently after hearing this.
They had just crossed the wide river, and after traveling a short distance, they saw the small city in front of them.
After the defenders in the city discovered several of Yang Wanmo's forwards, they immediately dispatched hundreds of people to stop them.
Yang Wanmo took advantage of the situation and personally used himself as bait to lure the enemy to pursue him and stay away from the walled city.
Then, the white horse Di cavalry hidden on both sides rushed out on horseback.
The always tough white-horse Di cavalry first killed the enemy with bows and arrows, and then used swords and guns to chase down the enemy who collapsed in an instant.
It was a child's play battle, and the winner was quickly decided.
Only a dozen of the defenders who left the city fled back to the city on their horses.
If it weren't for Yang Wanmo and their mounts being far inferior, they wouldn't have allowed these dozen people to escape.
"If I had known that these Funan people were so incompetent, they should have entered the city directly."
Yang Wanmo said with some regret.
"General, the black barbarians inside are scared out of their wits. Why don't we loot the surrounding area first and then find some suitable places to cross the river?"
The accompanying tribesmen had already seen through that these black barbarians from the Funan Kingdom were simply weak people who were not even as good as the people from the Piao Kingdom.
Just a small defeat has already made them a fool.
This kind of thing can't stop the army on the other side from crossing the river.
"Don't underestimate the enemy. This is just a small town. If the main force of the black barbarians comes and we don't gather together, even those who are unfamiliar with the place will not be able to escape."
Yang Wanmo shook his head and rejected his subordinates' proposal to loot everywhere.
After the battle just now, Yang Wanmo discovered that the horses of these Funan people were very good, almost as powerful as the Western Regions Thousand-Li Horses that he had heard about in Qinlong back then. It only took two swings of the whip to throw their white horses far away. opened.
If we encounter such cavalry rushing forward, we may not be able to escape if we cannot stay together.
"First go and report to Commander Gou that there are no strong enemies here and we can cross the river as soon as possible."
After Yang Wanmo arranged for someone to go back and report the news, he decided to wander outside the enemy's stronghold first.
It would be better if valuable goods could be found, otherwise, the black barbarians in the city would have to be prevented from going out to ask for help.
However, although the enemies in the city did not go out to ask for help, Yang Wanmo still waited for the enemy's reinforcements.
Several tribesmen who were wandering outside hurriedly came to report.
"General, a group of cavalry has come from the west, about two to three hundred, followed by a large group of infantry. It looks quite orderly!"
As soon as he heard the news, Yang Wanmo was suddenly surprised.
He neither saw anyone breaking out of the siege to report, nor did he see any smoke or beacons rising. How could the enemy's reinforcements arrive?
It seems that these Black Yi Funan people should not be underestimated!
"It seems we can't take it lightly!"
Yang Wanmo quickly cheered up and gathered his troops around.
If he hadn't run away in a hurry without even meeting him, Yang Wanmo wouldn't be able to do such a courageous thing.
He has already thought about it. If the enemy is really difficult to defeat, he will lead his troops to retreat back the same way. There he has reserved some secret sentry ambushes, which should be able to block the pursuers.
Soon, with a noisy neighing of horses and horses not far away, hundreds of cavalry appeared on the road.
"They are all excellent horses!"
Yang Wanmo and others took a glance at it and were all attracted by the enemy's mount.
Those horses are slender and strong, just like Pegasus.
Not far away, the black barbarian reinforcements also stopped.
At this time, bursts of cheers broke out in the originally silent city.
Obviously, after seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the previously frightened Funan people regained their energy.
It's just that this spirit has not overcome the fear just now, and no troops came out of the city to form a pincer attack with the reinforcements.
"General, look!"
A general raised his hand and Yang Wanmo saw an unarmed cavalry running over from the enemy formation.
Judging from his appearance, he must be delivering some kind of message.
Both sides, who were ready to break out into a fight at any time, kept quiet in a tacit understanding.
When this Funan native, half of his face covered by his beard, came forward, Yang Wanmo turned to Piao native Ang Baichong as his interpreter.
This black-haired Funan envoy chattered a lot and looked very arrogant.
After he shut up, Ang Bai immediately relayed it to Yang Wanmo.
"This land is the land of the ministers of the King of Kings of Fahrenheit, the prince of Dongfunan, and the governor of Pargain, Palmilia. If you barbarians in the jungle immediately throw away your weapons and dismount and surrender, you will be allowed to Use your identity as a slave to atone for today’s crimes in exchange for Lord Palmilia’s mercy and forgiveness!”
"Otherwise, the powerful Pycelle warriors will crush your heads with their horses!"
After hearing this unsound translation, Yang Wanmo already frowned.
He didn't know what the 'King of Kings of Huashi City', 'Prince of Dongfunan' and 'Governor' were, but he could hear the arrogance in his words.
Some black barbarians who are like pigs and dogs dare to say such arrogant things.
Yang Wanmo saw that there were not many enemies and decided to test them first.
If you can get a bargain, that's the best.
If the enemy is too strong, then they will not hesitate to fight and immediately retreat to conduct an ambush.
Anyway, the number of enemy cavalry is equal to our own, so as long as the enemy is fooled, the chance of winning is not too small.
Yang Wanmo thought for a moment and immediately put on a stern expression.
"Where did the black barbarians come from? When they saw the king's army, not only did they not surrender obediently, but they dared to speak arrogantly!"
"Come here, cut off this black-haired face's ears so that he can have a long memory!"
Following Yang Wanmo's order, two white-horse Di men pushed the black-faced Funan man to the ground, one on the left and the other on the right.
'Look! '
With two sounds of the dagger being unsheathed and flashing, the ears of this black-haired Funan man fell to the ground.
'ah! ! '
The Funan messenger, whose ears were cut off, wailed in pain, but did not dare to make any move due to strong fear.
"Let him go back and let him bring the message. If those black barbarians don't surrender today, then we will cut off each of their ears after the war!"
Yang Wanmo decided to anger the enemy first.
Palmilia looked at the bloody slave in front of her, and the anger in her heart had already erupted like a volcano.
"These hateful savages, I will plant them all into the ground and crush their heads with elephants!"
"My Pycelle warriors must use their blood to wash away this shame today!"
With a wave of his right hand, he ordered the Pycelle warriors behind him to prepare to attack.
Since those barbarians refused to kneel down and beg for his mercy, he would not be stingy with his cruelty either.
"My master, the infantry from behind have just arrived, should we let them rest for a while?" said a Pycelle warrior leader.
Those poor infantrymen were rushing all the way, and they had just arrived and had not yet recovered their strength.
"There are only so many barbarian cavalry, so you don't have to wait for infantry. You can lead them to charge directly. Just one turn is enough!"
Palmilia couldn't wait any longer.
He wished he could see those arrogant barbarians knocked to the ground right away.
"Obey my master!"
When the Pycelle warrior leader thought about it, his words made sense.
These Pycelle warriors have practiced martial arts from below, and they will definitely be able to capture a large number of barbarians with ease.
"Everyone listen!"
"Get ready to attack with me!"
With a few orders, about two hundred strong Pycelle warriors immediately prepared for the attack.
At the same time, Yang Wanmo, who was not far away, had also seen the enemy's movements.
"Haha, these black barbarians are quite impressive."
He saw that the enemy's cavalry was quite organized in their formation, and they were not bandits who would just swarm forward.
"Song Nu, take a group of people to greet them first. Don't let them form the formation so calmly."
Yang Wanmo ordered to his second son Yang Songnu behind him.
"As you command, my lord!"
Yang Songnu accepted the order without hesitation.
Then he led a dozen cavalrymen to charge towards the enemy.
The galloping horse charged straight into the enemy's front at first, but as the distance got closer, it suddenly swept towards the enemy's left wing.
The distance between the two sides soon closed to dozens of steps.
Yang Songnu took the lead in shooting the first arrow, followed by the others who bent their bows and shot two quick arrows.
"Whoosh!"
"ah!!"
As the bowstrings fell, several miserable howls came from the Funan formation on the opposite side.
The Funan infantry, who almost only had a thick jute robe, had no chance of resisting.
Yang Songnu led the cavalry and repeated this three times. When the Funan people tried to counterattack with bows and arrows, they had already moved to the front again.
These white horse cavalrymen who were skilled in bow and horse were very slow to react when they saw the enemy, and they shot their arrows directly into the cavalry formation in front.
Just one pass, and dozens of feather arrows fell.
'ah!'
Even if these Pycelle warriors are protected by their armored stomachs, there is no way to protect them without blind spots.
Soon, two unlucky guys were shot, one of them was shot directly in the eye socket, and he fell down and died on the spot.
"Where did these barbarians come from? How could they be so skilled at riding and shooting!"
When Palmilia saw a dozen 'barbarian' cavalry, it had already caused chaos in its own army, and the shock in its heart was simply beyond words.
In his impression, the Pyu barbarians in the eastern jungle had very few cavalry at all. Even if they had some short horses, they were just pack horses like donkeys, and there was no riding and shooting at all.
Looking at the skilled riding and archery skills of these barbarians, Palmilia thought of the Kushan people on the northwest grasslands.
"There is no time to waste, start attacking immediately!"
Palmilia urged the order to attack.
The Pycelle warriors under him are not very good at riding and shooting. What they are good at is charging with spears and swords.
In just a blink of an eye, Palmilia was already very angry at his own losses.
"As you command, my master!"
The subordinates responsible for leading the troops immediately put on a posture of charging and killing immediately.
Seeing that the enemy in front of them was ready to charge, Yang Songnu and others had no intention of retreating.
Yang Songnu has already seen that these black and slutty Funan cavalry in front of him are just a little better than wine bags and rice bags.
"There aren't even many people riding and shooting. Their martial arts skills on horseback must be just ordinary."
Yang Songnu led his men and shouted, rode and shot from left to right, and soon caused quite a bit of chaos among the infantry on both sides.
Another order sounded, and now the Funan cavalry finally began to mobilize to attack.
When Yang Songnu saw this, he did not retreat directly. Instead, he turned directly to the left wing and wanted to continue shooting from the side.
A group of Pycelle noble warriors finally couldn't stand it anymore. A dozen of them broke away from the queue and charged directly towards Yang Songnu and the others.
"court death!"
"Whoosh!"
Yang Songnu mocked disdainfully, turned around and shot an arrow, and the leader of the Pycelle cavalry was hit by the arrow.
The pained horse went crazy and overturned the owner on its back.
The noble Pycelle warrior's left foot was entangled in the leather stirrup, and the galloping horse dragged him to the ground.
Amidst the shrill wails, the life of this Pycelle cavalryman was probably hard to save.
Then, these white-horse cavalry fired several more rapid fire rounds, and the Pycelle cavalry who had been very angry just now all came back defeated.
"Charge, charge, charge up!"
"Stomp these damn savages to death!"
Palmilia urged again anxiously.
Their war drums were also blessed by God Brahma, emitting a rhythm that made the enemy tremble.
Palmilia looked forward, and all the Pycelle cavalry had already committed themselves to the attack.
Yang Wanmo, who had already seen everything, was already deep in thought.
"These fools have no chance of winning!"
"I have to rush in today too, this may be the last possibility."
Yang Wanmo had just discovered that these Funan cavalrymen had nothing to do with cavalry and shooting.
Without the skill of riding and archery, it most likely means that you cannot have the ability to operate long soldiers with both hands.
It is difficult to resist a cavalryman wielding a weapon with both hands on a galloping horseback.
