eurekapd Chapter 59 Yang Guang: I want to fight!
Chapter 59 Yang Guang: I want to fight!
At this moment, the cavalry that Pei Yuanqing had discovered was slowly moving northwest.
They were a small tribe, with fewer than a thousand people in total.
He had previously been invited by Shibi Khan to meet with him and jointly march south to attack the Sui Dynasty.
A Turkic cavalryman who had fallen behind the column seemed to have heard something, and immediately spurred his horse to the front of the column to report to the tribal chief:
"Chief, something seems wrong behind us. We can hear horses' hooves, a lot of them!"
"But are they from other tribes?"
The chieftain didn't take it seriously; this was the northern grassland.
Previously, Shibi Khan's men had told him that the Sui Dynasty's troops had just arrived at Yanmen.
They were located at a great distance.
Even if you were to break through the heavens, the enemy could not be behind you.
Now that we've met, we might even be able to keep each other company.
Almost at the same time, Lü Xiao arrived.
He raised his halberd high and swung it fiercely at the Turkic cavalry in front of him.
"brush!"
A chilling glint flashed!
The Turkic cavalryman who drew his sword was cut in half at the waist along with his horse by this halberd!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the lush green grass red!
"Release the arrows!"
A brief command rang out from the Sui cavalry following closely behind Lü Xiao.
The hundreds of cavalrymen, who had already drawn their bows and nocked their arrows, released their bowstrings almost simultaneously!
Puff puff!
In an instant, arrows were fired, and Turkic cavalrymen fell from their horses one after another.
Upon approaching, the eight hundred people were divided in two.
Four hundred men donned long spears and thrust them at the enemy before them.
The remaining four hundred men split into two groups and surrounded the front of the Turkic cavalry.
Their bows and arrows had an extremely high accuracy rate; almost every arrow hit the enemy precisely.
Yuwen Chenglong gripped the gleaming silver spear tightly; his voice preceded his arrival.
"Hey! The top vanguard general under the Great Marshal of the Northern Expedition of the Sui Dynasty, the invincible general with the silver spear, Yuwen Chenglong, has arrived!"
If one didn't know his background, just hearing his resounding name and indomitable spirit, one would really think he was an extraordinary and valiant general.
"Take this! I'll stab you in the kidneys!"
"Take this! I'll shoot you in the gallbladder!"
"Where do you think you're going! White gun in, yellow gun out, I'll stab you in the shit!"
Charging into the chaotic Turkic cavalry, Yuwen Chenglong completely let loose, unleashing his deadly thirteen-shot technique to its fullest extent.
He specifically targets all sorts of tricky and unpredictable spots, hitting them accurately every time.
The Turkic cavalrymen who were hit by the attack suffered terribly, fell to the ground and howled in pain, their fighting ability greatly reduced.
“Eh…”
Pei Yuanqing smashed the head of a Turkic cavalryman with a hammer, just in time to see Yuwen Chenglong fighting.
He looked away with disdain. What kind of bird-like vanguard general was this?
I never imagined that someone as powerful as Yuwen Chengdu would have such a terrible brother.
This is a classic case of a general's son being a worthless son.
"Take this sword!"
Just then, Yang Guang's voice came.
He drew his sword and cut a Turkic cavalryman off his horse.
"Your Majesty's swordsmanship is superb! Mighty!"
Yuwen Huaji cheered loudly from the side.
He charged on foot toward a wounded Turkic soldier who had just received special treatment from Yuwen Chenglong and was now writhing on the ground in pain, clutching his abdomen.
"Your Majesty! Come quickly! There's one right here!"
Yuwen Huaji grabbed the wounded soldier by the hair, lifted him up by the waist, and shouted excitedly at Yang Guang, "Stab him! Stab him now!"
"Hehe, what a fine prime minister Yuwen, truly my trusted minister!"
Upon seeing this, Yang Guang laughed loudly, spurred his horse forward, and thrust his sword down without hesitation!
"Pfft!"
The sharp tip of the sword pierced the chest of the wounded Turkic soldier who had already lost the ability to resist.
The wounded soldier convulsed violently for a moment, then collapsed and fell silent.
Yang Guang withdrew his sword and looked at the blood dripping from its tip.
Far from feeling uncomfortable, I felt an even stronger surge of pride in my chest.
Before long, this unexpected encounter was over.
This small Turkic tribal cavalry force was already limited in number, and then suddenly encountered Lü Xiao, who was considered the pinnacle of the Sui Dynasty's military strength.
And the eight hundred elite Sui soldiers, whose morale and courage were exceptionally high and subtly enhanced by their expertise in external warfare, made the disparity in strength between the two sides enormous.
The Turks were almost unable to mount any effective resistance before they were routed.
In a short while, some died and others surrendered.
Lu Xiao rode back from inspecting the front of the battlefield and immediately saw Yang Guang sitting on a flat rock, slightly panting as he rested.
"Your Majesty," Lü Xiao's gaze fell on the bloodstains on Yang Guang's magnificent golden armor, and he dismounted to ask, "Did you kill the enemy with your own hands?"
"That's natural." Yang Guang raised his sword, wiping it while subtly raising his chin in a show of composure.
"Zilie, don't underestimate me. I, too, have been on the battlefield and seen blood."
"Your Majesty is truly impressive; you've really charged into battle!"
Lü Xiao's praise for Yang Guang was genuine.
If the person in front of you were a forty-year-old military general, killing the enemy with his own hands would be commonplace.
But Yang Guang was the emperor, the supreme ruler.
His courage and initiative in donning armor and going into battle, even personally wielding a sword to kill the enemy, are admirable.
"Excellent, this feels great! Why didn't we feel this way when we campaigned against Goguryeo and Tuyuhun?"
At this moment, Yang Guang found it very strange.
Although he did not personally go to the battlefield in the previous battles.
Even before the battle began, he was full of fighting spirit.
He frowned. Could it be that the Eastern Turks' revocation of the title of Holy Khan had thoroughly enraged him?
So much so that their fighting spirit was exceptionally intense?
"Your Majesty, I know the reason for this!"
Yuwen Huaji, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward and began to massage Yang Guang's shoulders with great enthusiasm, while speaking animatedly.
"Your Majesty, please consider that throughout history, many emperors have personally led their armies into battle."
But who has ever dared to venture deep into the northern grasslands and strike directly into the heart of the Turkic territory with only eight hundred elite soldiers, as Your Majesty has done today?
This is an unprecedented feat, the first of its kind in history!
"That is why His Majesty sensed the opportune moment and his fighting spirit was exceptionally high!"
This is a divine omen; Your Majesty will surely establish unparalleled achievements and accomplish a great feat unprecedented in history!
"Hahaha! Prime Minister Yuwen's words truly resonate with me! Indeed, that is exactly right!"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Yang Guang was overjoyed and burst into laughter.
Even a powerful emperor like Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, never ventured deep into the Xiongnu territory with only eight hundred men.
Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, only dispatched Wei Qing and Huo Qubing to attack the Xiongnu; he never went there himself.
If he had been able to defeat Shibi Khan in one fell swoop, it's hard to imagine how history would have recorded it.
Lü Xiao listened to the two, the emperor and his minister, praising each other without saying a word.
Well, as long as Yang Guang is happy, that's all that matters.
After all, there have been very few emperors throughout history with such a playful nature as Yang Guang.
"My lord, there are still over a hundred survivors, and dozens of sheep they were herding. What should we do with them?"
Yuwen Chenglong, holding a silver spear, returned and asked the question.