Han Khan

Chapter 133, Right Wing

Western Sayan Mountains, beside the Yimar River, a tributary of the Irtysh River, outside the camp of the Ubili tribe.

This is a vast grassland with lush grass and countless cattle and sheep. However, at this moment, this land is in chaos.

A tribe at the foot of the mountain was filled with thick smoke and corpses everywhere. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick.

Yang Binghan rode a tall horse, holding a sharp long sword, and rushed into the enemy camp as if he was in an empty space. Every time he swung the sword, it brought a sharp cold light and splashed a string of scarlet blood.

The blade lightly swept past, a streak of blood flew out, and the rider's heavy body fell heavily to the grass, twitching slightly twice, and then there was no sound.

Yang Binghan lightly squeezed his horse's belly and caught up with another man. The man was holding a wooden spear and was obviously an ordinary herdsman.

He had used up too much energy from running around in panic. The wooden spear in his hand was more like a crutch to support him from falling down than a weapon.

"Puff!" The Ubili man swung his spear without any strategy because of fear, and was cut in the chest by a sharp and narrow sword.

After Yang Binghan killed him with one blow, he continued to charge forward. His eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves in front of them, and a group of Ubili people rushed over on horseback. Holding bows and arrows, they shot dense arrows at Yang Binghan.

Yang Binghan brandished his long sword, deflecting the incoming arrows one by one. At the same time, he sped up and rushed towards the group of Ubili people.

A chieftain of the Ubili people, seeing that the situation was not good, turned around and fled.

How could Yang Binghan let him escape? He galloped on his horse and soon caught up with the leader.

The leader was terrified and wanted to dismount and kneel down to beg for mercy, but Yang Binghan's long sword had already fallen mercilessly, ending his life.

With the death of the leader, the other Ubili people also lost their fighting spirit and began to flee. Yang Binghan did not pursue the fleeing enemies, but rode back to the center of the battlefield.

After a fierce battle, the tribe’s camp was filled with corpses and blood flowed like a river.

Yang Binghan looked at the corpses all over the ground without a trace of pity in his heart.

"Another one!" Yang Binghan dismounted, cut off the man's ears and nose, and put them in the bag next to the saddle.

This Ubili tribe has a total of several hundred households, but only two to three hundred able-bodied men. It is said that they have sent two hundred warriors to help their leader defend the area.

The remaining people were grazing nearby. When they got the news, they found that the leaders of the Ubili tribe were defending the camp and did not dare to fight at all. They felt that something was wrong and started to flee.

But how could it be so easy to escape at this time?

So today, under the orders of the commander of the guards and the commander of the right wing brigade of the Jinhan tribe, Lord Zhang Xibao, Yang Binghan led 300 cavalrymen from his direct battalion and rushed into the tribe, killing and hacking them to pieces. Now it can be said that they have basically been wiped out.

Most of the men were killed or wounded, more than a thousand women and children were captured, and more than 30,000 cattle, sheep, horses and camels became his spoils of war.

"Master, the commander of the brigade, Zhang Xibao, has ordered us to continue to attack the tribe 20 miles to the north and capture cattle, sheep and other livestock. I will send them to the commander of the brigade."

A rider came from afar and reported to Yang Binghan that a bag containing the enemy's ears and noses was hung under his saddle. This was proof of merit and distribution of spoils, and was very important.

He was a battalion leader under Yang Binghan, also a Han Chinese from Dunhuang. He was quickly promoted to the rank of battalion commander through his merits.

And this small tribe of Ubili people seemed to be finished. "Where are you going, Commander?" Yang Binghan asked with a frown as he jumped on his horse.

He is also a Han Chinese from Dunhuang, so he is definitely not as good as Zhang Xibao, a member of a prominent Dunhuang family who is deeply trusted by His Highness.

Of course, as a Han Chinese also from Dunhuang, Zhang Xibao was very caring towards him.

In addition, he was an excellent rider, archer, and lance warrior, and was very brave. Therefore, when the Hela tribe was conquered, he was appointed as the leader of the group by His Highness, commanding three camps and nine hundred households.

Although he is the leader of the group like Zhang Xibao, don't forget that Zhang Xibao is also from the Dunhuang Zhang family, which is equivalent to your highness's clan member, and his prestige in the tribe is unparalleled. He also holds the title of Zhong Daifu, and he commands guards who are worth ten of their own.

Today's attack on the small Ubili tribe must have his contribution. He hopes to be awarded the title by His Highness and become a true noble.

"The brigade commander is in the rear, preparing to take a large number of captives as cannon fodder to attack the Ubili camp. The light cavalry scouts led by Lord Hailat have wiped out two small Ubili tribes and have discovered the location of the Ubili camp!"

"Hairat..." Yang Binghan was speechless.

He had to admit that this new leader of Tatar origin was indeed quite capable. He had studied horse lance skills with His Highness in Dunhuang, and he was proficient in using an iron lance to perfection, and his riding and archery skills were superb. The 900 cavalrymen under his command were also very capable, and they defeated two armies in one day. They were indeed very fierce.

Your Highness led us to leave Dunhuang and establish the Jinhan tribe. I thought we would live a miserable life, but I didn't expect that Your Highness now has so many talented people under his command, and countless warriors who dare to fight.

The Ubili tribe along the Yimaer River now has cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Today's battle has wiped out thousands of Ubili tribesmen. He estimated that if the battle continues like this.

If the cowardly Ubili leader, Baichaerjijin, did not dare to send troops directly to fight in the field.

The Jinhan people had been plundering the surrounding Ubili tribes for several days. Even if they withdrew their troops and did not attack the Ubili leader, they would still have gained a lot.

"You take these prisoners and livestock to the brigade commander. I will lead two regiments to attack the tribe ahead." Yang Binghan said excitedly. Without the burden of prisoners and cattle and sheep, his raid would be faster.

"Yes, sir, commander!" The Han battalion commander hurriedly organized his men and led the prisoners and livestock to the rear.

Unlike Yang Binghan and his men, Zhang Xibao, the brigade commander of the entire right wing, who was behind Yang Binghan and Hailat, was now in the tent, thinking about how to defeat the Ubili tribe.

Women and children were busy preparing lunch. There were also many prisoners of war captured from the surrounding areas in the camp.

Inside the tent, Zhang Xibao sat in the main seat with a frown on his face, listening carefully to the information his guards received from all directions.

Battalion Commander Liang Xingde said seriously:

"Sir, Baichaer, that dog slave, doesn't want to fight with us in the field. His camp is in a very advantageous location, located on the top of the Sayan Mountains, on the broad mountain top. The foothills and the mountainside are surrounded by wooden fences, and there are three layers of overlapping defenses."

Zhang Xibao couldn't help but feel a headache after hearing this. He knew that this meant that they couldn't easily break through the opponent's defense line, and his army was also facing a big challenge.

Liang Xingde continued, "According to our observations, Baichaer's camp has almost no weaknesses. They seem to be well prepared and have anticipated our arrival."

Zhang Xibao pondered for a moment and said, "No, no, no, there are many weaknesses. The concentration of cattle, sheep and manpower in the camp, as well as the wooden fences all over the mountain are weaknesses.

(End of this chapter)