Han Khan

Chapter 135: Attack on the Ubili Tribe (Part )
Two days later, in the Ubili tribe in the west of Jinshan.

At the foot of the mountain where the Ubili tribe's camp was located, the right-wing army led by Zhang Xibao had already stockpiled a large amount of food, horse feed, livestock, prisoners of war and cannon fodder. There were as many as 3000 prisoners of war and to cattle, sheep and horses as reserve troops.

This place is about 600 miles northwest of the Great Lakes Basin. It is surrounded by rolling hills, and the grass on the hills has all turned yellow.

Winter is coming soon, and before the heavy snow falls, this place must become Jin Han's territory.

In the valley, on the highest mountain, there is a camp surrounded by densely packed felt tents and three layers of wooden fences, where the Ubili army lives.

Behind the fence were numerous Ubili people armed with bows and arrows, as well as various tribes temporarily recruited from surrounding areas and controlled by Baichar, and more than 6000 warriors from the middle reaches of the Irtysh River, the Yenisei River, the Sayan Mountains and other places.

Zhang Xibao, the commander of the right wing brigade of Jin Han, had a regiment of guards with excellent weapons and armor, as well as two ordinary regiments equipped with bows, swords, arrows and spears and wearing leather armor, totaling more than 2700 soldiers.

Because of the continuous plundering of the scattered Ubili people in the past few days, morale is very high at this time.

"Send someone to make a call." Zhang Xibao looked at the stockade ahead, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and said to Hailat and Luo Wenda beside him. His voice was low and majestic, with an unquestionable power.

Hailat and Luo Wenda looked at each other. They both felt the determination in Zhang Xibao's words. They nodded silently to show their agreement. They knew that Zhang Xibao wanted to give the Ubili people a warning and let them understand the power and majesty of the Jinhan tribe.

Soon, a dozen Naiman soldiers who spoke Naiman fluently were sent to the front of the battle.

"The envoy of Haotian, the Son of Heaven of the Holy Religion, the Teqin of the Jinhan tribe, the nephew of the Kutlug Yar Khan of the Khitan Khanate, His Highness Zhang Sheng Teqin, asks the leader of the Ubili people, Baicharjiqin, whether the Ubili people are willing to submit to Jinhan and convert to Haotian and the Holy Religion?"

They shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices resounding like thunder throughout the valley. They repeated their words in Naaman, making sure every word was audible.

"The Holy Religion Army is a benevolent and righteous army. It does not humiliate women, kill innocent people, or plunder property. It does not harm anyone wherever it passes!"

"But when the enemy arrives at the camp, you are not allowed to disobey. The first arrow will make the leader come out to meet them, the second arrow will make the leader surrender, and the third arrow will make the soldiers lay down their weapons!"

"If you close the gates tightly and refuse to surrender, all the chiefs, leaders, and soldiers will be slaughtered when the enemy breaks through, leaving no blade behind!"

With each shout, the whole valley was filled with the Jinhan tribe's threats and warnings. The Ubili people's village was in dead silence, with no response.

Zhang Xibao listened quietly to the soldiers' shouts, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The Ubili people on the mountain looked at each other in bewilderment. They knew that the people below were the nephew of the Khitan Khan and the leader of the Jinhan tribe, but why were there so many Tatars and Naimans? Could they be pretending to be Jinhan people?

"Shi Jin..." Many chiefs heard the words of the Jin Han people below, and now they all turned their eyes to the burly man behind them who was wearing a feather helmet, a bulky deerskin robe, and a chain mail made in Western style outside the robe. His broad face was red, but his eyes were extremely fierce and decisive, and he held a scimitar in his hand.

This person is Baichaer, the leader of the Ubili tribe. He is filled with fear at the moment. The Guchuwuti and Dubo tribes, who had once betrayed and killed the Khan, have now been annihilated by the Jin Han people, and now it is the turn of their Ubili tribe.

Despite this, Baichaer still had some confidence, after all, he still had a large number of troops under his command. Moreover, if they could not defeat the Jinhan people in this battle, they could still flee westward along the Irtysh River to seek refuge with the Kimak and Karakhan people.

He spoke to his people in a cold voice:

"Whoever dares to surrender will be killed immediately! The Dubo tribe, the Kuchuwuti tribe, and my Ubili tribe were all subjects of Kutlugyar Khan in the past, but now we have betrayed him.

The nephew of Kutuluk Yar Khan will definitely come to seek revenge. Look at the Guchuwuti and Dubo tribes, aren't they the best examples?"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the more than one hundred elite soldiers around him. They all had blank expressions, but their eyes revealed a fierce look. These soldiers were his confidants, loyal to him, and the sharpest weapons in his hands.

The other tribesmen seemed a little timid. After all, they had been oppressed by the accumulated power for a long time, so they did not dare to speak out against it easily.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately shouted to the soldiers beside him: "Order all the troops to draw their bows and arrows and be ready to shoot. Once the Jin Han people approach, attack immediately. Since these Jin Han people dare to attack us, let them never return!"

"Swoosh!" The first arrow was shot outside the camp.

Baichaer immediately stared at his men fiercely and said, "Prepare for battle!"

The second and third arrows were shot one after another.

After the three arrows were shot, the gate of the village on the mountain was still closed, and no one was coming and going in the camp. People were holding bows and arrows and aiming at the Jin Han people below, which showed that they were determined not to surrender.

Zhang Xibao's face turned gloomy, his heart filled with anger and dissatisfaction, but he knew in his heart that this result was expected.

"The Wubili people are actually seeking their own death. Well, let Haotian be the witness and let us, the Jinhan people, send them to the west.

Now, let 3,000 Ubili prisoners rush to the front line, and two regiments of Jinhan soldiers follow closely behind them and march towards the foothills." Zhang Xibao gave the order.

Because the enemy occupied the advantageous terrain and was in a dominant position, we could not use cavalry charges at the beginning of the battle, otherwise we would easily become sitting ducks for the enemy and suffer heavy losses.

Letting the prisoners of war charge forward can provide a certain degree of cover and reduce casualties among soldiers.

Driven by Jin Han soldiers, more than 3,000 Ubili prisoners of war, including men, women, young and old, slowly marched towards the Ubili camp on the mountain.

Their hearts were filled with fear and they cried all the way, but they were unable to resist.

Zhang Xibao watched the battlefield and gave orders calmly. When the prisoners approached the mountain stronghold, the Ubili people on the mountain began to shoot arrows. Arrows rained down like locusts, and a large number of prisoners were shot and fell to the ground.

However, the Jinhan soldiers followed closely behind, carrying hastily made wooden shields and pushing wooden arrow-blocking carts, advancing step by step up the mountain.

The Jinhan people, who were composed of Naimans and Tatars of nomadic origin, had no ability to attack cities. Even before the Jinhan tribe arrived in Jinshan, they had never seen what a city looked like.

But the camp in front of us, surrounded by many wooden fences, cannot be considered a city.

The Jinhan cavalry dismounted and formed an infantry formation, under the organization and leadership of their ten-household heads and hundred-household heads, and were getting closer and closer to the outer fence of the Ubili people.

At this time, the prisoners standing in front suffered heavy damage because the enemy's arrows were too dense.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Luo Wenda and Hailat immediately waved their hands to signal all the Jinhan people to stop advancing.

They lit the arrows in their hands, aimed at the Ubili camp, and kept drawing arrows. The arrows fell into the Ubili camp like raindrops. The Ubili people in the camp hurried forward to put out the fire.

Relying on their advantage of being high above, their archers continued to shoot at the Jin Han people. However, due to the obstruction of the prisoners of war, the Jin Han people suffered few casualties. However, the prisoners of war were in a miserable state. After a round of arrows, five or six hundred prisoners of war fell to the ground immediately.

(End of this chapter)