Han Khan

Chapter 20, Duel

There is a Uighur camp beside the Ganquan water at the foot of the Qilian Mountains. At this moment, night is gradually falling.

Those defeated Uighurs have now been gathered together and guarded by Jin and Han soldiers.

The other Jinhan soldiers were busy confiscating the supplies of the Uighurs.

Zhang Sheng stared at a Uighur warrior in front of him.

"Respected Master of the Special Forces, we are willing to surrender." A Uighur named Salu led a hundred or so prisoners behind him to kneel on the ground and kowtow, saying in unison that they agreed to surrender.

However, at this moment, a Uighur man wearing mail armor stood up and asked Zhang Sheng provocatively: "You are a Tang man, and the Tang Dynasty has already collapsed. How dare you treat me, a Uighur warrior, like this! What if I don't obey?"

"Yes, I am a Tang Chinese, and also a Han Chinese. When you say this, are you looking down on the Tang Chinese, or are you looking down on me, a Tang Chinese?" Zhang Sheng turned over and got off his horse. With the heavy armor on his body and his status, he was able to land steadily. This would have been difficult to do without profound martial arts and extraordinary strength.

He walked up to the strong Uighur warrior. Several Jin and Han soldiers were about to pin him down, but Zhang Sheng raised his hand to stop them.

"What's your name?" Zhang Sheng looked at him and asked calmly. However, everyone around him who knew him understood that he was furious at the moment.

"My name is Mamula, a centurion and a guard under Dagan. I have beheaded hundreds of Tang people and killed dozens of brutal Tibetans." The Uighur responded to Zhang Sheng arrogantly.

"Untie his ropes! Give him a knife." Zhang Sheng turned and ordered Wang Duoji who was guarding beside him.

"Your Highness?" Wang Duoji looked at Zhang Sheng hesitantly.

"Execute the order!" Zhang Sheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I am a Tang Chinese, a Han Chinese. Your words are telling me that you look down on Tang people, and you look down on me as a Tang Chinese, right?" Zhang Sheng said.

He walked up to the strong Uighur warrior. Several Jin-Han soldiers were about to pin him down, but Zhang Sheng stopped them.

After the rope was cut, the Uighur named Mamula moved his wrists and neck, kicked his legs, and then picked up the Tibetan-style knife in front of him.

Zhang Sheng drew out the horizontal sword from his waist. As the sword was too long, he held the handle with both hands. He hooked his finger at Mamula and said in a deep voice: "Come, let me see how powerful you, an arrogant Uighur, are."

Mamula roared, "I will kill you! Tang invader!" The Uighur warrior swung the long sword in his hand at Zhang Sheng and rushed over with a loud shout, and the blade chopped directly at Zhang Sheng's neck.

Zhang Sheng dodged sideways. Although he was wearing heavy iron armor, he did not lose his flexibility. He then stabbed the opponent's ribs with the sword in his hand.

The Uighur man paused suddenly, he did not expect Zhang Sheng's movements to be so fast, with a "puff", Zhang Sheng drew out his sword, bent down and thrust upwards, and the Uighur warrior fell to the ground.

When he stood up, he kicked Mamula in the stomach. Mamula took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground again.

After getting up, Mamula suddenly stabbed Zhang Sheng in the chest with his knife. Zhang Sheng was caught off guard and quickly blocked it with his knife.

But Mamula's attack was so powerful that although Zhang Sheng blocked it, he was also shocked and took a few steps back. Mamula took the opportunity to attack again, making Zhang Sheng passive.

However, he soon regained his footing and launched a counterattack. He used his superb sword skills to gradually suppress Mamula, and then he was knocked to the ground by the handle of the sword. This was his third time to fall to the ground.

Looking at the fallen Uighur, Zhang Sheng did not step forward to execute him, but stepped back and said: "Get up, I will give you a chance, let me see how brave you are."

The Uighur Mamula stood up with difficulty. He felt very humiliated. The young Tang leader in front of him had a huge force on his shoulders. He was not as weak as he thought. Now his left waist and abdomen were bleeding. He clenched the knife in his hand, made a blocking gesture, and walked towards Zhang Sheng step by step.

Suddenly, he swung the hidden knife in his right hand and stabbed Zhang Sheng's abdomen fiercely. Zhang Zhao quickly retracted his abdomen. After the Uighur warrior's knife stabbed in the air, he immediately changed his move, raised the hidden knife upwards, and chopped towards Zhang Sheng's neck.

At the tense moment, Zhang Sheng jumped back to avoid the sharp Tibetan knife, but his helmet fell to the ground. It was very thrilling. At this time, the two sides slightly distanced themselves from each other.

Zhang Sheng, who has undergone rigorous martial arts training since childhood, has rich combat experience. The heavy armor on his body makes him a little breathless during the intense battle, but he cannot stop.

Looking at the Uighurs approaching gradually, Zhang Sheng gripped the sword with both hands, then stepped forward with his right foot, slightly bent his knees, and used the strength of his waist and abdomen to slash forward fiercely.

In order to avoid Zhang Sheng's knife, Mamula, the Uighur warrior, immediately stepped back, avoided the sharp edge, and dodged the knife!

But at this time, Zhang Sheng held the horizontal sword with both hands, then twisted his waist and abdomen backwards, and turned his body backwards quickly! Using the power generated by the rotation, the horizontal sword chopped down again like lightning. Like lightning in the dark night, the Uighur warrior Mamula just took a step back and was about to attack, but he didn't expect Zhang Sheng's attack to be so swift.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he raised his hidden knife and blocked it upwards, hoping to block the fierce blow!

However, the sword was slashing towards his neck at an angle, and with a "puff", the huge head and helmet fell to the ground, and hot and bright red blood gushed out from the warrior's broken neck, and then his body fell heavily to the ground.

The surrounding Uighurs and Jinhan people suddenly fell into a state of silence and rigidity, and had not yet recovered from the fierce battle between the two men.

That swift and fierce blow shocked everyone.

"The Supreme and One Haotian is above!!!" Zhang Sheng roared loudly, with the blood of the Uighur warrior dripping from the sword he held high in his hand.

The Jinhan warriors who were watching looked at their leader with admiration, raised their swords and shouted loudly, "The Supreme and One Haotian is above!!"

What the Hu people admire most are warriors. No matter whether they are Tibetans, Tuyuhun people, Uighurs, Tatars or Khitans in the desert, what they admire most are warriors.

Because only a warrior-like leader can resist and defeat the enemy in this era. Only a warrior-like tribal leader can lead the tribe in this difficult area and lead the tribe and tribe to survive in the difficult environment.
Zhang Sheng killed a Uighur with a spear in a cavalry battle, dragged him down with a lasso, and now swiftly cut off the head of the Uighur warrior with a sword. Is he not a warrior this time?

The elite soldiers and generals under his command are also a group of brave warriors. Following such a leader, they will definitely have a chance to succeed. Both the Jin Han people and the Uighur captives now think so.

"Are you willing to surrender?" said Zhang Sheng, who was covered in blood. He turned around and looked at the dozens of Uighur centurions kneeling on the ground like demons.

Several stunned Uighur centurions and decurions immediately prostrated themselves on the ground and trembled when they heard Zhang Sheng's thunderous roar. "We surrender. We are willing to serve the special forces and fight for them."

Seeing blood still flowing on Zhang Sheng's armor and sword was truly frightening. It was not that he had never killed anyone before, but that he had never seen such a brutal and fierce duel.

The leader of the Uighurs was killed in battle and their warriors were beheaded. Now that the tribe has been defeated, if they do not surrender, they will face the traditional beheading if they are taller than a wheel.

It is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Let's surrender. Following such a leader should make life better than before, these Uighur warriors thought as they looked at each other.

Zhang Sheng successfully subdued the Uighur centurions, decurions and other leaders in front of him, as well as the remaining 500 Uighur cavalry.

They were all disbanded and reorganized into slave soldiers to be used as cannon fodder.

Of course, if a slave soldier makes contributions in future battles, he will be given the status of an ordinary person.

If he makes more contributions, or his contributions are great enough, he will be baptized by the Holy Religion, convert to the Holy Religion, and become a soldier of the Jinhan tribe.

A strict hierarchy has been temporarily formed: slaves → slave soldiers → civilians → foreman → captain → centurion.

Zhang Sheng was not going to block their room for advancement, as this would also increase the Jinhan tribe's military strength, manpower, sense of belonging and loyalty.

Of course, if you don't have any merit, you will have to be a slave for a long time, even for one or two generations.

Without any dedication, they will be given the status of ordinary Jinhan people, which the Jinhan people cannot accept. These captives who have been given status will not cherish it and will have no sense of belonging to the Jinhan tribe.

So now these slave soldiers only have a knife or a spear in their hands. Their horses, armor and other weapons have been taken away.

At this time, there was a smoky bonfire in the camp, and cattle and sheep were slaughtered and roasted. As the victors, the Jin Han people were in high spirits, and they planned to camp here for one night.

At this time, Yin Shanxiong walked over silently and dejectedly, "Your Highness! 18 of the personal guards were killed and 21 were injured! Among the 10 centuries, 121 were killed and 47 were injured!" Yin Shanxiong had a solemn face and reported the tragic news to Zhang Sheng in a heavy tone.

Zhang Sheng's face instantly became extremely gloomy. He widened his eyes and stared at Yin Shanxiong in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe the number he had just heard.

The joy of defeating the enemy disappeared at this moment, replaced by endless sorrow and anger.

He clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with mourning for the dead soldiers.

(End of this chapter)