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Chapter 247 Killing the Enemy on the Battlefield

"Report! Your Highness, the Tibetan army is attacking!"

"Good timing! I'll go and meet them," King Xuan said, picking up his sword and striding out of the royal tent. He mounted his horse and rode off first, with Tang Zhao and Gu Ci following behind.

Behind them were 10,000 Northwest Army soldiers, their massive movements raising dust and creating a magnificent spectacle.

King Xuan reined in his horse a mile away from the Tibetan army and said loudly, "General Niya, how have you been?"

"To hell with your 'How have you been, Gu Sheng'! You, Da Yu, killed my envoy and harmed my messenger. Now this general has come to take your lives to comfort the spirit of my messenger in heaven!"

"Your envoy was tragically killed within the borders of my Dayu. My Dayu does indeed bear an inescapable responsibility, but war would be detrimental to both of our countries."

King Xuan proposed, "General Niya, how about we compromise? My Great Yu will find the person who killed the envoy and hand him over to your country for punishment, and offer compensation. In return, your country will withdraw its troops, and the tea-horse trade will continue its former prosperity."

"Bah! You people of Dayu are the most cunning. Who knows if the person you hand over is actually the real murderer!"

"If you want me to withdraw my troops, that's fine. But you must have the Emperor of Dayu personally apologize to my Tubo Zanpu, and also offer me one million taels of silver, cattle, sheep, and 100,000 servants. Then I will agree to your terms."

"Don't even think about it!" King Xuan refused decisively. What a pipe dream! Don't even dream of a million taels of silver, not even a single copper coin!
"Since we can't reach an agreement, let's see what we can do with our hands! Men, charge!"

Niya charged ahead, wielding her large golden ring sword.

"Soldiers, prepare for battle!" King Xuan gave the order and immediately led the Northwest Army to meet the enemy. The two sides fought fiercely to the death.

Tang Zhao brandished his spear and swiftly plunged it into the chest of a Tibetan soldier.

While fighting the Tibetan enemy, Gu Ci kept an eye on Tang Zhao.

The Tibetan general fighting against Gu Ci noticed Gu Ci's gaze, immediately retreated away from Gu Ci's attack, and then attacked Tang Zhao directly.

Tang Zhao slit a man's neck with a single shot, when suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind him.

Wu Yi'er, who was protecting Tang Zhao, loudly reminded him, "Master, be careful."

Tang Zhao bent down, the broadsword grazing his scalp, causing a shiver to run through him.

Seeing that his first attack had failed, Sony struck again.

Tang Zhao sat upright on his horse, using his spear to block Sony's attack.

The two weapons clashed, producing a piercing sound.

Wu Yier finally managed to fight his way to Tang Zhao's side. Seeing that Tang Zhao was being restrained by Sony, he immediately swung his sword with all his might.

With a snap, Sony's sword broke in two.

Sony stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Taking advantage of the moment, Tang Zhao thrust his spear forward.

In an attempt to dodge, Sony tumbled off his horse in a sorry state.

Wu Bingsan had been waiting for Sony there for a long time, and without saying a word, he plunged the long sword in his hand into Sony's right shoulder.

Sony roared and charged forward, gripping the tip of his sword.

Wu Bingsan was forced to retreat repeatedly by Sony.

Suddenly, a spear pierced Sony's neck. Sony spat out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground with a thud, and fell silent.

Wu Bing withdrew his sword, mounted his horse, and continued to protect Tang Zhao.

"General, this is a trap!" Niya's lieutenant looked at the large number of Tibetan soldiers who had died or been wounded and the hilt of his sword that remained in his hand. "Dayu has somehow acquired powerful weapons. Our broadswords have all been cut in half when they clashed with Dayu's weapons!"

Niya looked at the golden ring sword that had been with her for more than twenty years with heartache; the nicks and chips on it were all left from her battle with King Xuan.

Niya noticed carefully that King Xuan's sword was undamaged.

The cunning people of Chongqing! The hateful Northwest Army!
Seeing the heavy casualties on the battlefield, Niya shouted, "Retreat!" She then spurred her horse and rode back. Tang Zhao was about to give chase, but Gu Ci stopped him, saying, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

Should we not pursue a defeated enemy, but wait until they grow stronger to seek revenge?
Gu Ci threatened, "The Tibetan army is encamped twenty miles away, and there are at least twenty thousand troops inside. Are you sure you want to chase after them?"

Tang Zhao angrily gave Gu Ci the middle finger.

Gu Ci asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"

Tang Zhao misled him, saying, "I'm praising your handsomeness!"

Gu Ci looked at Tang Zhao with suspicion.

The Tibetan army was driven back, and King Xuan ordered the retreat.

The Northwest Army was overjoyed at their initial victory.

The Northwest Army soldiers who were carried back and the captured Tibetan soldiers were sent to the military medical tent. The Ghost Doctor and Gu Xuan were so busy that their feet barely touched the ground. While their subordinates were constantly stitching up the soldiers and applying medicine, they were cursing Tang Zhao.

Standing outside the tent, Tang Zhao looked bewildered. "Why are you cursing me?"

Gu Xuan spotted Tang Zhao trying to slip away outside the tent and quickly gave her master a meaningful look.

"You brat, stop right there!" the Ghost Doctor shouted. "If you dare to run, I'm quitting!"

Tang Zhao stopped, forced a smile, and turned around. "What do you need me for, sir?"

"What is it?" The Ghost Doctor pointed to the wounded scattered on the ground. "There are so many wounded soldiers, and we only have a few people. Can we handle it? You can stay and lend a hand."

Tang Zhao stepped back and refused, saying, "I don't know medicine."

Gu Xuan fanned the flames, "Fifth Sister-in-law, I can teach you. I guarantee you'll be able to learn it in three days, no, one day."

Tang Zhao covered her forehead. "Ouch, I feel so dizzy. I think I'm fainting from blood."

"Stop pretending. Can someone who's squeamish about blood go to the battlefield and fight?"

The Ghost Doctor felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about how Tang Zhao dared to go to the battlefield. The Song family only had this one bloodline. If anything happened to him, how could he face his brothers?
"You stay here and do whatever you want!" The Ghost Doctor threatened, brandishing a sharp scalpel. "If you run away, I'll sever your tendons."

Seeing that the Ghost Doctor was truly angry, Tang Zhao awkwardly stepped forward to help.

Tang Zhao, who didn't return to his tent until midnight, washed up and threw himself onto the bed. His last thought before falling asleep was to expand the recruitment of military doctors.

After a busy day, the Northwest Army had fallen into a deep sleep, while the Tibetan camp twenty miles away was still bustling with activity.

Niya tenderly stroked the golden ringed sword in her hand, "Have you found out what kind of divine weapon the Great Yu possesses?"

"No, there's not a single word from over there," the lieutenant speculated. "It's probably a weapon unique to the Northwest Army."

"Trash, they are all a bunch of trash!"

"Report! General, the casualty count has been completed."

"Read!"

"5,326 people were killed in action and 3,892 were seriously wounded."

"What about the number of lightly injured?"

"No, no," the soldier swallowed nervously. "The weapons of Dayu can not only cut through armor with a single blow, but also sever bones. Severely wounded soldiers will either lose a hand or a foot, or bleed to death."

Besides dying from blood loss, there is also the possibility of infection of the wound.

The Tibetans treated wounds in a very simple and crude way: they would rub the wounds with cheap barley wine, and whether it could reduce inflammation and fever depended on the soldier's fate.

In other words, seriously wounded soldiers are also likely to die.

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