The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 190 The Pillar of Heaven, Annihilating the Mongol Cavalry

"Withdraw! Evacuate this place immediately."

Bo'erchu's face was ashen, his voice booming as he urgently issued the order, his anxiety and resentment evident in his words.

After questioning the prisoners of war, it was learned that Jamukha's main force had already withdrawn, and the camp was filled with tribal herders who had been coerced after the defeat. They were just a motley crew, clearly bait deliberately left behind by Jamukha.

"Damn it!"

Bo'erchu cursed inwardly, filled with regret. How could he have been so careless, falling for the tricks of that cunning fox, Jamukha?

"General Bo'erchu, why are we retreating?"

"Where to?"

The questions asked by some generals in the Mongol army were mainly about the leaders of small tribes who had submitted to the Qiyan tribe.

The soldiers under their command still retained a certain degree of independence and could not absolutely obey Borchu's orders.

"Go back, return the way you came!" Borchu roared furiously.

With the order to retreat issued, the Mongol army descended into chaos. Warhorses neighed, soldiers could not find their commanders, and the commanders were shouting at their soldiers.

It was a complete mess.

At this time, the Mongol army was just a motley crew, hastily assembled from many tribes, and was completely incapable of obeying orders.

But at that moment, the sky suddenly changed, and a huge roar, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, resounded.

"Boom boom boom~"

The roar grew louder as it approached, like the low growl of a giant beast, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Then, a chilling scene unfolded.

One after another, the shells, like meteors falling from the sky, crashed heavily into the camp with the force of destruction.

In an instant, the earth seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand, trembling violently.
"Ahhh~"

"Help~"

"The Eternal Heaven, what is this thing?"

"Ouch, my leg is broken!"

A soldier lay in a pool of blood, staring at his mangled, broken leg, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Beneath him lay a warhorse that was still alive; the iron bullet first broke his leg, then pierced through the horse's belly.

At this moment, the warhorse's internal organs were spilling out onto the ground, and its body was convulsing due to excruciating pain; it was clearly beyond saving.

Some of the surrounding Mongol soldiers were hit by iron bullets and their bodies flew out like kites with broken strings.

Some soldiers were so startled that their warhorses fell heavily to the ground, while others were hit by rolling rocks.

Chaos was everywhere; horses were frightened, neighing and running wildly, trampling the wounded on the ground.

The surviving soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and confusion as they fled in all directions, not knowing where safety lay.

The entire camp was plunged into dire straits by the sudden artillery attack, and the shadow of death loomed over everyone like a thick, dark cloud.

Bo'ershu's eyes widened, filled with shock and despair.

He had never seen such a terrifying weapon. Although it did not cause many casualties among the soldiers, it dealt a fatal blow to the morale of the Mongol army.

At this point, the Mongol army was in even greater chaos, and its command system completely collapsed in a short period of time, which was the most terrifying thing.

Soldiers scattered and fled, screams and shouts filling the air, and the scene was completely out of control.

"Quickly, get out of the camp."

"Get out of this valley!" Borchu shouted hoarsely, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening explosion.

At this moment, outside the valley, Jamukha, Tokhtoa, and Huduha stood frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the scene before them that seemed like the end of the world.

His heart trembled uncontrollably: "Eternal Heaven, what on earth is this thing?"

"Is this the wrath of the Eternal Heaven?"

However, they all knew in their hearts that this was definitely the work of the Liao people.

So, everyone's eyes turned to Li Sanhe beside him.

"General Li, General Li~"

"What's happening here?"

"Them~"

Jamukha and the other two could all be considered powerful figures, but when faced with a power beyond their comprehension, they were as shocked as elementary school students.

Li Sanhe grinned and laughed, saying, "This is the Divine Machine Battalion of my Jinzhou Army."

This time, Li Xiao left all twenty cannons and forty Tiger-Duke cannons in the West Sea, and also left half of the gunners behind.

When Li Sanhe had chosen this valley as the ambush site, he ordered all the artillery to be brought over and two artillery positions to be built around the valley.

"The three of you should not be afraid. My Shenji Battalion of Jinzhou will only be used to deal with the enemy and will not harm our allies."

Upon hearing Li Sanhe's words, the three of them, including Jamukha, revealed smiles that were more like cries.

Is this considered being intimidated?

He understood why the Liao army was able to sweep away the Naiman tribe so quickly, and even defeat the Kereit army.

So such a powerful weapon exists.

The Divine Machine Battalion? Terrifying indeed!
It's a pity that neither of the two artillery positions are here, otherwise Jamukha and the other two would really like to study what it is.

“The Qiyan tribe’s army is about to flee. It’s your turn, you three,” Li Sanhe said, turning to Zhamuhe.

After repeated bombardments, the camp was reduced to ruins, the Mongol army was completely routed, and the soldiers fled in panic in all directions.

With that, the Shenji Battalion's mission was complete, and the cavalry moved on to reap the spoils of war.

Jamukha and the other two exchanged glances, nodded, and said, "General Li, rest assured, we will definitely not let the Qiyan tribe get away with this."

"Hmph, we've been chased all the way here. This time, let Borchu taste our power."

Then, a deep bugle call rang out across the grassland, and the nine remnants of the army and the Kuli cavalry under the command of the Jinzhou army, who were already prepared, quickly surrounded and attacked the fleeing soldiers of the Qiyan tribe.

"Brothers, follow me and kill them!"

"We'll be free if we can kill three Mongols."

A Naiman youth of about twenty years old roared loudly.

His name was Wutuji, and he was originally an ordinary herdsman in a small tribe under the Naiman tribe.

They had no tent of their own, no cattle or sheep of their own; the only possessions they owned were the clothes they wore.

Their daily work consisted of herding sheep for the tribal chief in exchange for a little food to fill their stomachs.

As for the future, he also had his own visions: to marry a wife and have several children.

Unfortunately, he was just a shepherd and had no property, so he couldn't marry a woman.

Most of the women in the tribe belonged to the nobility, and they would only be given to hardworking slaves after the nobles had grown tired of them.

The purpose of doing this was not out of kindness, but simply to produce more slaves.

Otherwise, if there were no slaves and everyone was a nobleman, they would have no one to exploit.

Driven by this goal, Utuji worked diligently, hoping that the chief would reward him with a woman, preferably the one named Balukhei.

Although she had once become pregnant with the chief's child, which aroused the chief's wife's jealousy, she had the wizard secretly abort the child.

But Wu Tuji didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to have more children with Baluhei.

Until one day, the Jinzhou army wiped out the Naiman tribe, and Wutuji was also captured.

The Golden State soldiers told him that if he could kill three enemies, he would gain his freedom and be rewarded with twenty sheep and a woman.

Wu Tuji was instantly motivated.

This time, the Mongol army was routed by the Shenji Battalion, which was the perfect opportunity for them to rush in and reap the rewards.

Wearing an ancestral sheepskin coat and carrying a long spear, but without a bow and arrows or a scimitar, Wu Tuji rode a small horse and charged forward with the main force of the Kuli army.

They ran into a group of fleeing Mongol soldiers.

"Kill~"

With their superior numbers, the Kuril army charged straight in.

Wu Tuji faced off against a thin, middle-aged man. The two men, each wielding a long spear, rode past each other. Relying on their superb horsemanship, honed from years of life on horseback, neither could gain the upper hand.

He could only leave it to his companions behind him to deal with, while Wu Tuji continued to charge forward, seizing an opportunity to knock another Mongol soldier off his horse.

Then he continued firing shots until the enemy was completely dead, and only then did Wu Tuji lift his body onto his horse.

After searching the body, they found nothing but a broken gun barrel.

He's a poor guy just like me.

Having no other choice, Wu Tuji simply bit off the corpse's two ears.

The Jinzhou Army counted its battle merits by counting the number of left ears.

Each left ear represents a battle achievement.

However, Utsugi couldn't tell left from right, so he simply bit off both ears and put them in his pocket.

He then abandoned the corpses and charged forward again.

"Only one? You need to kill two more people before you can marry Balukhei!"

Many soldiers shared the same idea as Utsugi.

The Naiman tribe was originally a slave-owning tribe, and these prisoners of war were originally herdsmen and commoners living at the bottom of society.

They once had nothing, but now they have to fight for freedom and wealth.

Moreover, the Jinzhou army's supervisory team was right behind them; anyone who dared not charge would be shot dead.

Meanwhile, Bo'orchu and Kublai joined forces, and their troops consisted entirely of the most elite Qiyan soldiers.

They quickly broke through the encirclement of the nine allied forces.

"Bah! What a damn bad luck! We've fallen into that old fox Jamukha's trap. Now our army is completely wiped out!"

Kublai's eyes widened in fury, his face contorted with rage, like a raging bull.

They originally had an army of 15,000, but now only less than 5,000 have followed them out in the battle.

Not only were all the soldiers who had submitted to the tribe scattered, but the soldiers of the Qiyan tribe also suffered heavy losses.

This time, they lost big.

"Where did that bastard Jamukha get so many soldiers? It's absolutely bizarre." Borchu was also furious, his face flushed and veins bulging on his forehead.

"What do we do now?"

Kublai rode his horse at breakneck speed, shouting loudly as he did so.

Bo'erchu said, "Return to the Qiyan tribe."

"With the few troops we have, we are no match for Jamukha."

"Go and report back to Great Khan Temujin first, and then we can discuss it further." But just as he finished speaking, Kublai suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in a loud voice, "Oh no, Bo'orchu, there's an ambush ahead."

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw a black line slowly emerging at the edge of the grassland. As the distance closed, the outline of a cavalry army gradually appeared, standing quietly on the horizon like a series of cold and austere statues.

The troops were in perfect formation, and at a glance, the three colors of red, yellow, and white were clearly distinguished, creating an atmosphere so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

At the front of the procession, the sun and moon battle flags, each in one of three colors, fluttered high in the wind.

Their presence, like mountains and rivers, blocked the Mongol army's path, radiating a terrifying and powerful deterrent that chilled everyone to the bone.

Upon witnessing this, Borshu immediately realized what was happening and shouted in shock and anger:

"Damn~"

"They are from the Liao Kingdom."

He learned some information about the Liao army from Zhelemie.

One very important point is that the Liao army all wore armor made of cloth, but it was very durable.

The main colors are yellow, red, and white.

This corresponds perfectly to the army ahead.

No wonder Jamukha's army suddenly had so many soldiers, no wonder the camp was suddenly attacked by that terrifying thing.

It turns out that the Liao people were behind it all.

"That bastard Jamukha, he actually got involved with the Liao people?"

"He falsely claims to be Gurkha; he is clearly a traitor to the steppe!" Kublai shouted angrily.

At this moment, the two dared not linger any longer. They hurriedly turned their horses around and led their troops in a desperate gallop in another direction.

But in the next second, a tremendous roar once again resounded between heaven and earth.

At the front of the Jinzhou army, forty Tiger-shaped cannons roared.

In an instant, countless iron bullets, carrying the scent of death, rained down on the Mongol cavalry like a storm.

These soldiers were once again gripped by the terror of being dominated by artillery fire.

Warhorses neighed, soldiers screamed, and chaos reigned.

Bo'ershu roared angrily, "Damn it, it's this kind of thing again."

……

Jinzhou, Dragon City!
After several months, the town has undergone an amazing transformation.

In the city, the crisscrossing streets have taken shape, wide and orderly, with houses rising up on both sides of the streets, all in a simple and practical style, arranged in close succession, showing a vibrant vitality.

Outside, a city wall over a meter high is gradually being extended, with huge stones being stacked in an orderly manner, and craftsmen and slaves busily moving among them.

At this rate, in just two more years, this Dragon City will be fully completed in a magnificent manner, becoming the heart of Jinzhou.

Li Xiao brought back more than 20,000 prisoners of war, which will undoubtedly speed up the completion of Longcheng and the entry into the city.

The people eagerly awaited that day.

At this moment, outside Dragon City, the sun shines brightly on the earth, and countless Jinzhou people have arrived early at the grassland outside the city, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the newcomers.

Li Xiao has already sent a messenger on horseback to inform that the eastern expeditionary army will arrive in Longcheng today.

So the people from the surrounding fortresses gathered to welcome their loved ones who were going to war.

Soon after, a cloud of dust slowly rose from the distant horizon, resembling a winding yellow dragon soaring into the sky, and the crowd instantly erupted in excitement.

"They're here, they're back."

"Look, it's the first town."

"My dad and the others are back."

Excited shouts rose and fell, and as the dust grew closer, the neat outline of the army gradually came into view.

The golden sun and moon battle flag fluttered fiercely in the wind. This flag, like the soul symbol of Jinzhou, proudly flew, carrying the dignity and glory of the entire Jinzhou.

It is also the symbol of Li Xiao's Wuwei Army. When the golden sun and moon battle flag appears, it means that Li Xiao has personally led the Wuwei Army to the front.

At this moment, at the forefront of the army, countless Wuwei Army cavalrymen, dressed in yellow cotton armor with red trim, resembled a golden torrent, riding tall and strong warhorses, and slowly approaching in orderly steps.

Although soldiers are not required to wear armor during marches.

However, Li Xiao planned to hold a triumphant ceremony in Longcheng to boost the morale of the people of Jinzhou.

Therefore, he specifically ordered the soldiers to put on their armor before arriving at Dragon City.

Leading the way were Li Xiao's golden-armored soldiers, their entire bodies encased in armor, with only their resolute eyes visible as they gazed ahead.

His face revealed the composure and courage that came from being through the baptism of war, yet he couldn't hide the joy of returning home.

As the military gradually approached, the people outside the city who were eagerly waiting became increasingly excited.

"They are the Golden Armor Army."

"The Grand Commander has returned."

"The Armed Police Force is really powerful."

Cheers erupted from the crowd as children jumped for joy, shouting that they wanted to become Golden Armor Army soldiers when they grew up.

With tears in their eyes, the women clasped their hands together and silently thanked God for bringing their husbands or sons home safely.

The elderly people trembled slightly, their eyes filled with relief and pride, murmuring repeatedly, "Good, good~"

"Things are really different now."

"Even the Naiman people have been wiped out by us."

"Life in Jinzhou is getting better and better, but unfortunately, we old folks don't know how much longer we can enjoy it."

Looking back at Jinzhou, although the Han people were not arbitrarily bullied, they did not have much power in the face of other ethnic groups and faced a brutal struggle for survival at all times.

Now, everything is different.

The entire Jinzhou region, and even the desert to the south and the Xihai grasslands to the east, are all under the control of the Han people.

Looking at this army, these old men seemed to see the future of Jinzhou.

Perhaps the future Grand Commander will be able to lead this army to conquer even larger territories.

Squads of Wuwei Army soldiers, riding tall warhorses, slowly came to a stop on the grassland outside Longcheng and lined up to rest.

In the middle of the Wuwei Army, Li Xiao, wearing a dark gold cotton armor with black lines depicting the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, a plumed helmet, and a dark gold cloak, rode slowly towards them on a jet-black steed.

He was flanked by bodyguards in golden armor, also dressed in yellow cotton armor with red trim and wearing yellow cloaks.

When Li Xiao appeared before the people, someone immediately shouted, "The Grand Commander is mighty!"

Then, more and more people shouted, "The Grand Commander is mighty!"

"The Grand Commander is mighty."

The shouts were like rolling heat waves, one after another.

In recent years, under Li Xiao's leadership, Jinzhou has been constantly waging wars against foreign powers, and its strength has grown stronger, conquering the desert, Gaochang and Naiman.

With each victory, a large number of cattle, sheep, and valuables were seized from the enemy, and the lives of the people visibly improved.

Li Xiao's prestige in Jinzhou is growing day by day.

He became a pillar of support in the hearts of the people, and the voices of their support drowned out everything else.

Hearing these shouts, Li Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

He waved gently to the people and shouted loudly through a tin megaphone, "Fellow villagers of Jinzhou!"

"I, Li Xiao, have returned safely with the men of Jinzhou."

"They also brought back a lot of cattle, sheep and slaves. Our lives will only get better and better from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people shouted excitedly again: "The Grand Commander is mighty!"

"The Grand Commander is mighty!"

Talking about ideals and long-term visions is wrong. Only the most realistic interests can move the people and make them resolutely support Li Xiao and follow him to conquer all directions.

Therefore, Li Xiao didn't say anything exaggerated. He only meant one thing: if you follow me, Li Xiao, you'll have plenty to eat, warm clothes, meat to eat, and women to sleep with.

It's that simple.

Then, accompanied by his guards, Li Xiao approached Xiao Yanyan and the others.

He immediately dismounted, picked up Xiao Yanyan, and laughed loudly, "Aman, your husband is back."

Then he eagerly looked at her belly: "How is it? Let me see if our baby has grown yet?"

Xiao Yanyan smiled and said, "It's only five months old, it's still very small."

After exchanging a few tender words with Xiao Yanyan, Li Xiao spoke a few more words with Qin Dani and the old lady beside him.

As for the old man, he's still at the Jinshan Ironworks. Li Xiao stayed there for two days when he passed through Jinshan on his way back.

However, Li Xiao noticed that there was a young girl standing next to Qin Dani.

She looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, tall and slender, with a cool and aloof expression. Her black hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling playfully against her fair cheeks, making her skin appear even whiter.

"Er Ya?"

Li Xiao was naturally familiar with this girl; she was Wei Xuan's younger sister, Wei Er Ya.

Back in Sanhebao, it was Li Xiao who rescued her.

I never expected that in just over two years, the skinny girl from back then would grow into such a graceful young woman.

"Grand Commander, how have you been?" Er Ya looked at Li Xiao with a smile, revealing two small tiger teeth.

Li Xiao paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Very good."

"Your brother is still behind. He has made meritorious contributions this time and is qualified to be promoted to deputy commander."

"is it?"

"That's very good."

Er Ya watched Li Xiao reunite with his family with a smile, then fell silent.

In this setting, it was not appropriate for the two to have an in-depth conversation, so Li Xiao turned to continue talking to Qin Dani and the old lady.

He muttered to himself, "The little girl has grown up."

"Wei Xuan, that kid, I saw long ago that he was a lucky man."

"Deputy commander of a thousand households? Wouldn't that qualify you for direct promotion to commander of a thousand households?"

As they spoke, the Jinzhou army surged across the grassland like a rolling torrent.

First was the First Garrison, personally commanded by Li Xiao. The entire garrison was clad in yellow armor, exuding an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.

The cavalry from the second and third garrisons followed closely behind.

Beside the soldiers were tens of thousands of Naiman prisoners of war, their heads hanging low and their steps heavy, being escorted forward in an orderly fashion.

This scene was not just about presenting prisoners of war; it was also a military parade.

(End of this chapter)