The older Murong Chui got, the more sophisticated he became in his military use.
From the very beginning, the enemy was part of his plan. He first used the fort to consume the enemy's elite and morale, and hone his own fighting spirit.
Everything falls into place.
The white fish belly in the east turned into the morning glow.
Waves of frightened screams came from the west.
The sound of the horse's hooves was no longer concealed, and the hoofs trampled heavily on the ground, making a muffled thunder-like sound.
Murong Chui looked to the west and saw that his own cavalry was covered with a layer of rays of light, as if divine soldiers descended from the sky.
"Father... Ah Liuba... sent someone to deliver a secret letter yesterday..." Murong Nong hesitated.
Ah Liuba is the diminutive name of Murong Kai.
"Huh?" Murong Chui glanced around and saw only a few old Xianbei people.
Murong Ling frowned, but Murong Chui didn't express his position, and he couldn't speak.
Back then, Murong Jun and Kezuhun wanted to kill Murong Chui, but Murong Ke protected him many times to avoid Murong Han's fate.
Murong Chui could kill Murong De, but he would never harm Murong Ke's son.
"My uncle has great talent and great strategy, and his military skills are as good as gods. Why should he be under the control of others? The money and food in the western region are vast. To the north, he can conquer the desert people. To the south, he can take advantage of the East-West trade route. If he gains it, he can achieve great things. In the past, Han Xin did not listen to Kuai Che's words and died. The clan was destroyed, and my uncle regained the Western Regions. His achievements were so great that he would be jealous of others. Why should a man care about his family background? Don't you hear that people who are not of my race will have different hearts? My uncle is a Xianbei for one day, but in the eyes of the Liang people, he will always be jealous. For the sake of Xianbei, I hope my uncle will think more about it..."
"Where is he?" Murong Chui threw the silk into the embers of the campfire, and it immediately turned into a ball of flame, with an angry look in his eyes.
He always regarded himself as Chinese, but Murong Kai's words were heart-breaking.
"My son... I don't know, but yesterday, yesterday, someone suddenly threw this letter into the account." Murong Nong dodged his eyes, not daring to look at it.
Murong Ling said anxiously: "Your Majesty treats my family well. Now that Daliang is strong, if we betray him, where in the world can my father and son be tolerated?"
The Murong family did live a good life in Daliang.
The eldest son Murong Ling became the prince-in-law, the third son Murong Nong became a general, the fourth son Murong Bao and the fifth son Murong Long were all in the Shangwu Hall and had a bright future.
After a few years, the Murong family will surely become one of the best military families in Liang.
Isn't it despicable to leave Chinese orthodoxy alone and go to this barbaric land to become the king and hegemon?
Besides, Daliang's eyes have turned to the Western Regions, and Murong Chui can't do it if he wants to.
"This matter should not be made public. Send a message to Ah Liuba for me. He should either go further away or go to Luoyang to plead guilty on his own. For the sake of my family, Your Majesty will not embarrass him. Huh, starting an army to cause chaos? Things are different now, and you can't Put away your thoughts and don't go astray, otherwise you won't blame your father for being ruthless."
Murong Chui is undoubtedly a smart man.
If Daliang was weak, he would naturally be ambitious, but now that Daliang is at the height of his power, wouldn't rebellion at this time be asking for death?
I'm afraid that as soon as he announces the revolt, his subordinates will immediately cut off his head and send it to Luoyang to claim credit.
"My son, I understand..." Murong Nong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Murong Chui stared at him with complicated eyes, feeling a little irritated. Why do some people always think that he will rebel? There are always people to encourage you...
If it weren't for his beloved biological son, Murong Chui would have killed him long ago...
Boom, boom, boom...
The war drums in the camp were beating loudly.
On the battlefield, the three Liang armies were like three sharp swords thrust into the enemy's chest.
The most ferocious one is undoubtedly Zhang Hao, who attacks from the front, like a stone thrown into the calm lake water, causing huge waves.
The two thousand elite cavalry were as if they were entering an uninhabited land, and anyone who stood in front of them would be stabbed under the horse.
Zhang Hao was as powerful as a mad tiger, holding two war spears, rushing to the front, stabbing left and right, unable to defeat the enemy...
The enemy army was immediately in chaos.
Two troops, Liu Laozhi and Lu Guang, also joined them. One army moved from north to south, and the other army moved from south to west. Like wind and lingering clouds, they released the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for many days.
But there are more than just these three troops on the battlefield.
There were three more groups of cavalry joining them from the north. One of them had disheveled hair and was wearing simple leather armor. They galloped and shot at them. At first glance, they were Tuyuhun people.
The other group was timid and did not dare to go deep. It only waved flags and shouted in an incomprehensible language on the edge of the battlefield. At first glance, it was the Shanshan and Che division troops.
There was also a well-equipped army with high fighting spirit and a mixture of foot and cavalry. They cut in from the northwest corner and killed all the barbarians. Without asking, you knew they were the powerful tribes and righteous followers of Liangzhou.
The six armies attacked, as if the mountains and plains were filled with Liang troops.
However, faced with such an unfavorable situation, the Hu people still resisted tenaciously.
One of the horsemen galloped forward and suddenly threw a lasso, pulling Liang Jun off his horse, dragging him into the crowd of barbarians and cutting his corpse into pieces.
There were also Hu infantry who threw short spears at the approaching Liang army.
Liang Jun's armor couldn't stop him, and more than a hundred people were crucified on the spot.
However, there were not many of these throwing soldiers. After throwing four times in succession, they became weak, and the interval was too long. Liu Laozhi's elite cavalry killed them, and their heads were rolling.
Seeing the fierce battle, the defenders in Kucha City thought that reinforcements were coming.
The battlefield is chaotic and intense.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that these steps of righteousness have not left. This is God's help for my father and son to achieve great success!" Murong Chui laughed.
Although it is possible to win the final victory without them, it will definitely take more energy and cost.
"The power of this great beam." Murong Ling said insinuatingly and took a deep look at his father, fearing that he would go astray.
"Send the order, all armies are mobilized to exterminate the barbarians!" Murong Chui got on his horse, high-spirited.
Murong Ling and Murong Nong followed closely behind.
All the Liang troops in the camp attacked. Suddenly, the ground shook and the mountains shook, like a flash flood.
Two torrents of cavalry and soldiers poured onto the battlefield.
The armor clanged, the ground roared, and smoke billowed down.
Although there were less than 20,000 people, it was like 20,000 tigers swooping down among the sheep.
As they joined the battlefield, the battlefield situation began to tilt towards Liang Jun.
It's not that there are no brave warriors among the Hu people who regard death as home, but that Liang Jun is more ferocious, more violent, and less afraid of life and death than them. The warriors who walked out of the blood sea of the corpse mountain in the Central Plains, equipped with strong armor and sharp weapons, are unparalleled in the world. Can block it.
In the era of cold weapons, the East always suppressed the West.
A strong wind swept from east to west.
The situation on the battlefield was also the same. Most of the Hu people began to retreat, and Liang Jun pursued them from east to west. Only a small force was still resisting.
In the chaos, a cavalry force of ten thousand people flew like flying, cutting through the waves, driving the barbarians to take advantage of the situation and rush into the city of Qiuci...
Soon, screams were heard in Kucha City, and blood slowly flowed out from the city gate.
Immediately afterwards, the flags on the tower were chopped down, and a large flag with the word "Liang" was erected.
This was the most fatal blow to the Hu people. The Hu people who were still resisting put down their weapons and ran away holding their heads.
"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng..."
At the top of Qiuci City, the Xuanjia Army was waving their dragon-patterned flags frantically...
(End of chapter)
