Han Khan

Chapter 18, Killing the Enemy

In fact, this Uighur tribe had already discovered the arrival of the Jin Han army, but they never thought of running away.

A few days ago, more than 700 families of the same tribe came from the Qilian Mountains, bringing with them nearly 200 Tibetan slaves and driving hundreds of thousands of livestock. They came under the command of Dagan. Now the tribe has more than 1,000 families and 5,000 to 6,000 people.

If one man from each household is drafted, the Kucha Uighur tribe can now produce thousands of cavalrymen. Its leader Pei Luodagan believes that no one in Shazhou can be their opponent.

So when he heard that a thousand-man Guiyi army had arrived from the north of Ganquanshui, he immediately organized his army and attacked the Jinhan people.

After the Uighurs fired a few rounds of arrows tentatively, a desolate horn sounded. Then, the thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded, indicating that the enemy cavalry had set out.

As the Jinhan tribe entered the battle with their left and right wings, they shot the enemy everywhere and set fire to the Uighurs' tents. Shouts of killing were heard in the distance, and they kept harvesting the fleeing Uighurs, and the air was instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhang Sheng, who was in the central army, stood on a high slope and looked down.

I saw that thousands of cavalrymen had already taken out their weapons, but it seemed that not everyone had them, and armor was even rarer to be seen. It seemed that following these Uighurs, they were not very wealthy!

They charged towards them, and wisely did not divide their troops to fight, knowing that the main general of the Jin Han people was in the center of the army.

A tribe with a population of one or two thousand can only produce seven or eight hundred adult males at most.

But this was an information error of Zhang Sheng, because under the order of Ganzhou Uighur Li Renmei (Yaoluo Ge Renmei), a large number of Kucha Uighurs rushed down the Qilian Mountains and began to infiltrate northwards from the southern part of Shazhou.

Today, a large number of Kucha Uighur herdsmen are scattered on both sides of the Ganquan water under the Qilian Mountains. There are now thousands of households, more than 5,000 tribesmen, and more than 1,000 cavalry.

So Zhang Sheng did not take it lightly, because now it was a thousand cavalry against a thousand cavalry. Fortunately, all the members of his side were in armor, and they were equipped with bows, spears, swords and other long and short range weapons.

Zhang Sheng quickly checked his equipment. He had a lance in his hand and his armor was tight, which was good.

The horizontal sword and round shield at his waist were both there. He tried to unsheathe and put the sword in and out of the sheath. Everything was normal. The horse bow was also in the cowhide bow bag on the right. There was no shortage of long arrows in the quiver. There were three leather lassoes wrapped around the quiver, which were used to tie up prisoners and lasso enemies. They were all there! The horse lance in his hand had just been wiped, ready to drink the blood of the barbarians.

Let these barbarians have a try on the bows and swords of the Jinhan people! If I don't teach you these arrogant Uighur tribes a lesson you will never forget, I am not worthy of being the so-called Jinhan prince.

Zhang Sheng rode on a tall warhorse, his right hand subconsciously stroking the lance in his hand, and his eyes narrowed.

"My men of Jin Han, follow me to kill the enemy. Above the nine heavens, only Haotian is supreme. For the will of God Haotian, eradicate the barbarians!" Zhang Sheng roared.

"For God Haotian!!"

As the enemy cavalry got closer, the four centurions holding the flags, Wang Duoji, Li Pajia, Zhang Langjieri, and Boniek, waved their flags to signal the cavalry behind them to prepare to shoot arrows.

"Shoot!" Zhang Sheng shouted, and the four centurions waved the flags in their hands forward. As they moved, the cavalrymen behind them released arrows from their bows.

Dozens of enemies fell in the front ranks. This amount of casualties is truly heart-wrenching! !

"Swish, swish, swish!" The sound of arrows was heard. This time, without any orders from others, the four hundred cavalrymen faced the enemy in unison, continued to draw their bows and arrows, raised them at a forty-five degree angle, and let go of their hands. The arrows flew into the air, and only dozens of enemies fell off their horses.

At that time, the enemy's light cavalry was more than a hundred steps away from Zhang Sheng and others. The accuracy of archery at this time must be very poor, and they were horse bows, so the lethality was not enough. Except for a few unlucky guys who were shot and fell off their horses, most people were unharmed. The enemy just dispersed their formation slightly and became less dense.

But then again, this kind of long-distance projectile was not intended to kill the enemy. At such a long distance, if something went wrong, the arrow would fly nowhere. To put it bluntly, its purpose was to disrupt the enemy's formation.

"Bang, bang, bang." As the sound of horse hooves grew louder, Zhang Sheng saw that the Uighurs were within a hundred steps of his side. The centurions waved their flags again, and the cavalrymen drew their bows and arrows in unison. They still shot arrows this time, but the angle was no longer that high, but much smaller.

Many more Uighurs fell off their horses, obviously because the distance was closer and the accuracy and power of the arrows were greatly improved.

After Zhang Sheng shot the arrow, he took out a long arrow from his waist, strung it, pulled the string, aimed at a Uighur cavalryman in armor who was charging in the front, and "whoosh" the long arrow flew through the air, hitting a Uighur cavalryman in the chest and neck as if with divine help, causing him to fall off his horse without a sound.

"Your Highness is such a great archer!" Wang Duoji, a Tibetan who was watching closely from the side, immediately flattered Zhang Sheng.

But Zhang Sheng was unable to take care of him at this time. He drew his arrow again and shot down another armored Uighur cavalryman. As expected, this again aroused cheers from the people behind him.

Zhang Sheng smiled and was somewhat happy. His previous life was proficient in horse riding and archery, and he was worried that he would not be able to perform normally now. Unexpectedly, his memory was still there, and two Uighur cavalrymen had already fallen under his arrows. Maybe it was the benefit of traveling through time.

"Swish, swish, swish..." The enemy was much closer, and the Jin Han people fired another round of direct shots. The Uighur cavalry on the opposite side fell to the ground one after another, and the casualties increased a lot.

"Retreat!" It was not the Uighurs on the opposite side who retreated, but Zhang Sheng who issued the order to retreat. The captain of the guards, Koza, immediately waved the flag and signaled the central army to retreat.

The 600 knights in the central army who received the order immediately turned their horses around, shooting arrows backwards while galloping back quickly. One deadly arrow after another caused a large number of Uighur cavalry to fall off their horses. The Jinhan cavalry, who were good at horseback archery, could also shoot arrows back.

Because Zhang Sheng had already seen the enemy camp and the thick smoke rising from it, he knew that the left and right wings had been captured.

At this time the enemy also saw it, and immediately realized that they had been tricked. The Uighur formation became a little chaotic. Although these Uighurs did not have any formation, some of them hesitated when chasing Zhang Sheng and his men. Perhaps some of them wanted to go back to rescue people.

But Zhang Sheng and his men would not miss this opportunity. The Jinhan cavalry turned around and drew their bows and arrows. A dense rain of arrows shot towards the Uighur cavalry, interrupting the Uighurs' idea of ​​pursuing them again.

"Dagan, are you still chasing?" A Uighur centurion asked the leader, Pero Dagan. It seems that the idea of ​​returning to the camp to rescue people is not just for ordinary herdsmen cavalry.

Pei Luodagan looked angrily at Zhang Sheng's troops a hundred meters away. At this time, even a fool would know that he had been fooled.

The enemy's central army's previous momentum was only to attract them and buy time for the left and right wings. They had no intention of fighting with them at all.

Without their protection, the tribesmen behind them would be lambs to be slaughtered.

At this moment, the Perodagans were faced with a difficult choice. If they chased the enemy, they would be almost all armored, so arrows would be useless.

So he immediately ordered, "Everyone retreat, shoot as you retreat!"

After finishing, they immediately turned their horses around and retreated flexibly to the camp behind.

Seeing this, Zhang Sheng immediately ordered his personal guard Wang Duoji to blow the horn and send attack orders to the left and right wings in the distance.

"Warriors, follow me to kill the enemies and charge!!"

Then the central army, which had been retreating, formed a semicircular line of hundreds of people and pursued the enemy.

Deadly arrows were shot at the enemy, and a large number of retreating Uighurs fell off their horses, which made the Uighur cavalry who were still on horseback terrified.

Zhang Geng's warhorse ran very fast and soon caught up with the retreating Uighur cavalry. He put down his lance, held it with his right arm, and aimed at a Uighur armored cavalryman wearing chain mail and woven armor plates who was fleeing not far ahead.

The armored cavalryman looked at Zhang Geng who was running towards him, drew his bow, aimed at Zhang Geng, and shot the sharp arrow in his hand. If the arrow hit him, even if Zhang Geng was wearing iron armor, he would probably fall off his horse under the high-speed arrow.

So he immediately rushed to the right rear of the Uighur armored cavalry and avoided the arrows.

The terrible explosive power of the warhorse under him allowed Zhang Geng to catch up with the Uighur leader. Relying on the impact force brought by the horse, "Ah!" a scream was rang out, and the Uighur leader was pierced through the body by Zhang Geng's horse spear. He flew a long distance and then fell off the horse.

The cavalry in the central army also drove their horses, galloped quickly, drew their bows and shot down one Uighur after another.

At this time, a Uighur cavalryman wearing a high-top helmet with a nose guard and black iron armor appeared. It was obvious at first glance that this guy was of a high status.

He turned around and said loudly to Zhang Sheng: "Where is this warrior from? Dunhuang? We are subordinates of Khan Renmei. Are you not afraid of Khan's wrath by attacking and killing the Uighurs like this?"

Zhang Sheng ignored him. In his eyes, these people were already doomed, so there was no need to explain.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if he had seen through life and death.

He tightly grasped the nearly four-meter-long lance in his right hand. The huge weapon flashed a chilling light in the sunlight.

His eyes were fixed on the Uighur cavalry in front of him, and he had only one thought in his mind: kill the enemy in front of him!

As the warhorse charged, Zhang Sheng gathered all his strength into his right arm, and he threw the lance in his hand with all his might.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the lance was like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky, galloping towards its target with unparalleled power.

The lance flashing with cold light was like the scythe of the god of death, carrying endless murderous intent and breath of death.

(End of this chapter)