My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 659: Rebellion in the West
King Arthur, who came to this world from the land of Great Britain, stood on the top of the wall with a solemn expression, one hand clenched into a fist and pressed against the parapet.

An hour ago, he had sent more than 17,000 people to put out the fire, trying to save the fields near Nongma City, but the fire had already spread rapidly towards this side.

Under the high sky, red light filled the fields outside the west of the city, ashes were flying in the field of vision, and choking smoke was flowing in the wind across the fields.

The smell of burnt wheat wafted up to the top of the city wall.

"Cerithians!" Arthur punched the parapet hard, and the huge rock parapet burst and then broke and fell to the bottom of the city.

The enemy had made arrangements ahead of him, crossing the mountains and entering the western plains of Nongma, which was already a real humiliation for him as an emperor. However, he did not expect that the enemy would do something even more ruthless and directly set fire to the grain that was about to be harvested.

This was a tactic that had never been used in their era. It was simply disgusting and shameless.

The grain harvest this autumn will not be enough, and the entire Nongma City will probably starve. If things go wrong, there will be a large-scale famine in the city and cannibalism will occur.

Although some of the barbaric tribes under his command would eat people, they couldn't do this!
At this time, the two legions of 17,000 men he sent out were marching rapidly from east to west through the wheat fields on fire. The commander was Galahad, the Seat of Disaster, son of Lancelot.

In addition to assisting nearby noble lords and calling on civilians to put out the fire, his mission outside the city also had another purpose, which was to search for the Seres cavalry.

The enemy came and went like the wind, setting traps everywhere and ambushing. This kind of tactic was already known to Arthur when Galahad left the city. Scouts had already conveyed this information to Arthur, who then fell into their hands.

These grains were originally intended as military rations for defending the city. The first thing the enemy did after crossing the mountains was to burn the grain. It can be seen that the enemy's general is stronger than the general Ceres they encountered before.

But no matter how powerful the enemy was, Galahad had received the emperor's death order and had to explore, repel, and even annihilate the Ceres cavalry.

In addition, his father Lancelot was seriously injured on the city wall, and he was killed by the people of Ceres on his way to reinforce Harabitos.

There is nothing to say about new and old grudges.

Once we find the Seres cavalry, we will pounce on them directly, surround them with heavy troops, and kill them. Even if we cannot kill them, we can use the troops from all over the places west of Nongma and civilians to attack them from all directions, and we will eventually tire these people out to death.

At the same moment, Gaharad led two legions to the west.

The two thousand Yulin cavalrymen who had been crossing the mountains from west to east, burning, killing and looting, were now split into two groups and running across the plains ten miles away.

In the firelight, a stream of horseback riders formed, constantly shuttling back and forth between the shadows of night and firelight.

More than 2,000 people have been setting fires and killing people since they came down the mountain. They will not hesitate to do anything as long as they can create chaos.

In two days.

They traveled back and forth across hundreds of miles of the western plains of Nongma, marching at the fastest speed and setting fires each time.

Then they attracted civilians and soldiers stationed in villages and towns to appear in large numbers. However, when the enemy was caught off guard, they killed and broke through at an astonishing speed, and finally set fire to the villages and towns before leaving.

On the more than 200-mile road of burning and killing, wherever the cavalry passed, there were burning beacons and black smoke rising into the night sky.

A small group of Sakprut troops guarding nearby set out upon hearing the news, as most of the villages and towns they were stationed in were not large in number, and there were also many local nobles' troops among them.

One team after another gathered, patrolled out of the town, and searched. Each team had no more than a hundred people, and some had more than four hundred people.

They still had not formed an army, and each of them was fighting on their own. Less than a few miles out of the town, they were rushed to pieces by the cavalry, and the mountains were littered with corpses of the dead.

The noble troops and village soldiers fled in all directions and could hardly find their leader in the chaos. When they found him, it was already a corpse with his head chopped off.

However, they should be thankful that this was an isolated army and would not fight to the end. After breaking through their formation and destroying their morale, their main task was to set fire to fields and villages along the way.

Otherwise, based on what the legendary young general of Yulin Cavalry had done, hundreds of villages could have been wiped out by them.

After all, this isn't the first time this has happened.

On the other side, the two Nongma City legions marching from east to west had already received battle reports coming from the west.

Reports of defeat fell into Gaharad's hands like snowflakes. Every time new intelligence came, the enemy's distance was changing, getting closer and closer to the army he led.

"This group of Seris cavalry...are they crazy?" He looked at the twenty-odd battle reports stacked thickly in his hands.

This fast-paced combat style not only tests the general's ability to lead troops, but also tests his control over terrain and direction.

Moreover, the high-intensity and high-frequency fighting is a great test of the physical strength of soldiers and horses.

It's simply not something that ordinary people can do.

That's why Galahad said that the other party might be a madman and the soldiers under his command were also madmen.

Judging from the battle report in his hand, the enemy kept advancing eastward, dispersing the civilians who wanted to put out the fire and defeating any team that tried to compete with them.

Just as he was commanding the two legions to advance another five miles, the sky was still illuminated red by the fire. In the firelight, many civilians and soldiers could be seen fleeing.

These fleeing figures ignored their own army's approaching troops and instead ran up to the nearby mountains and forests to avoid them.

Although the enemy is very strong, no matter who leads the army on Gaharad's side, they will not tolerate the enemy burning and killing at will in their rear territory.

In the second half of the night, heat waves rolled in the darkness.

In the raging sea of ​​fire, after learning the enemy's exact location from several deserters, Gaharad was about to lead the main force to meet them. However, in less than a moment, a cavalry appeared on the road in front of him.

Under the illumination of the fire, it was seen that this group of Seres cavalry consisted of only a thousand men.

About two miles apart, these cavalrymen sat quietly on their horses, arranged their formations, and constantly checked their weapons and armor.

Then, they drew out their ring-handled swords one by one and picked up the small round shield used by cavalry in their left hands.

After two days of continuous fighting and raiding, no one complained of being tired. Instead, they breathed silently and stared at the Sakpruit regular army in front of them, whose outlines could only be seen.

The leading young general held a sword in one hand and the reins in the other, urging his warhorse to move back and forth, looking at the opposite side with contempt, raised his Han sword defiantly and pointed at it, with a smile on his face, as if he was joking with the cavalry behind him.

On the other side, the two Sakpruit legions of 17,000 men, from soldiers to centurions, thousand-man captains, and standard-bearers, were cautiously watching the cavalry team of only 1,000 men in front of them.

Galad, the Seat of Disaster, was located behind the formation. As one of the twelve knights, he could clearly see the situation on the opposite side even in the dark.

"The battle report said they have 2,000 cavalrymen. The number here is far from enough. Be careful, they will rush out of the darkness like wolves."

Gaharad whispered something on his warhorse, and then gave orders to the commanders of the two legions, asking them to spread out their formations first.

"Pay more attention to General Seris and launch an attack on him!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, vaguely pointing at the general on horseback in front of the Seres army.

After the order was issued, 17,000 men quickly separated and formed a battle formation, then they slowed down their pace and slowly advanced. The young general on this side just tilted his head as he looked at the advancing Sakprut army.

Then, he raised his hand, turned his horse's head, and galloped back. The thousand cavalrymen silently changed their formation, changed direction, and quickly disappeared.

"Have you been fooled?" Galahad opened his mouth slightly, thinking that the people of Ceres were coming up to challenge him and his two legions.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned around and left without saying a word.

Immediately, dozens of cavalrymen in the legion were sent out of the formation to catch up quickly. They were ordered to stay far behind and monitor the enemy's whereabouts.

Turning the road ahead, on the hillside at the bend, forty light cavalrymen of the Dense Horse Legion who were chasing and monitoring noticed something and quickly lay down on their horses. However, a large number of crossbow arrows shot down from the hillside.

These light cavalrymen were poorly equipped, and the leather armor on their bodies could not defend against arrows and crossbows as effectively as iron armor. In an instant, dozens of light cavalrymen from the Thick Horse Legion fell down one after another, along with their horses.

Every person and every horse had at least a dozen arrows stuck in their bodies.

When the news came back to Gaharad, his face turned red with anger. The Sakprut army was seriously lacking in cavalry, and being able to deploy dozens of light cavalry was already the maximum limit.

Now, all of them were wiped out before the war even started, which made him feel very bad.

However, when he led his troops to chase after them, the Seres cavalry on the opposite side still deployed their troops far away as before. When the legion under Gaharad also deployed its troops, the other side withdrew their troops again and turned away.

This went on for no less than seven times; the two armies were exhausted and their marching formations gradually became crooked.

In the darkness, Huo Qubing stood on a distant hillside and looked back at the thousand cavalrymen who were following him. At this moment, they had exchanged with another unit of Yulin cavalry who were resting, assembled into a charging formation, and slowly came to the back of their general and stopped.

Huo Qubing slowly raised his Han sword and pointed it at the army of more than 10,000 people illuminated by the fire in the fields.

"The Barbarian Emperor probably doesn't have many troops left, right?"

The young general who had roamed the grasslands and deserts smiled frivolously: "Sending such a stupid general, they really don't care about the soldiers."

He pulled the reins, and the chestnut horse raised its front legs and hoofs.

Amid the high-pitched neighing of horses, Huo Qubing waved his sword and said, "Let the barbarian emperor feel what it means to be heartbroken!"

Among the silent cavalrymen, there were countless sounds of swords being drawn.

"kill!"

Huo Qubing leaped out on his horse and rushed down the hillside. At the same time, the thousand cavalrymen behind him surged like a torrent. The dense iron hooves trampled the soft ground, bringing up countless mud, grass, and pebbles, raising a thunderous sound in the dark night.

In the distance, the two Nongma City legions on the march, especially the armored infantry, were close to exhaustion.

Haragad, who was giving orders and encouragement, suddenly reined in his horse. He looked in the direction of the roar, then opened his mouth and shouted hysterically.

"Defend the enemy!"

In the distance, a torrent of water swept into the range of fire, and iron cavalry rushed towards them like a tide!

……

In the darkness of the night, there were also figures riding war horses, running through the woods ahead.

After crossing the hill in front, they continued to move towards the direction where the fire was spreading. Soon, the sounds of fighting and screaming penetrated the darkness, and the light of fire was heard.

The man pushed aside the trees and looked out, his eyes were full of fire. After a moment's pause, he turned around and rode away quickly.

Rushing out of the edge of the woods, he took out the communication tube used on the warship from his waist, pulled the rope, and the flint inside was ignited, dragging a flame into the sky.

Crack!

A dazzling group of fireworks spread out in the night sky.

Twenty miles to the west, a troop of less than a thousand soldiers was stationed here. They marched from west to east, deep into the enemy's territory, trying to avoid densely populated villages and towns as much as possible, while heading east to inquire about the Eastern Daxia army.

"Gao Shun...what's your name?"

After sleeping for the first half of the night, Gan Ning got up from the straw bed, casually put on his clothes and armor, and started talking to the figure sitting by the fire with a sword in his hand.

Unfortunately, the other party has always been a man of few words. Even when the two of them went alone and deep into Europe and Feiluo for more than 700 miles, they never said more than twenty words.

Along the way, the aloof Bingzhou general said the most: "There is an enemy." "Be careful." "Take this road."

and words like “Shut up!”

At this moment, Gao Shun turned his eyes away from the campfire, glanced at Gan Ning who was yawning, and said coldly: "Shut up!"

Cut~~
Gan Ning waved his hand casually. He was very outgoing and had already figured out Gao Shun's temper along the way. No matter how cold the other person's tone was, as long as he spoke to you, he would treat you as one of his own.

"Speaking of which, let me and Lu Meng handle this investigation. Why are you following along?"

Gao Shun ignored Gan Ning who was walking over. Since he had asked Zhang Liao, Zhou Yu and Zheng He for permission to come here, he must have his reasons. Of course, only Zhang Liao understood it.

He wanted to know the latest situation of Wenhou Lu Bu.

As they were talking, someone suddenly came over from a distance and whispered something in Gan Ning's ear. Gao Shun, who had stood up and sat on the straw mat, stood back up.

"Have you spotted the enemy?"

"No... the fertile fields to the east are on fire. The fire is very severe, and there are two armies fighting each other."

At this point, neither of them thought about whose army it was. Anyway, they were fighting against the army of the Sakprut Empire, so it was necessary to send reinforcements.

Maybe it's not bad to just sit back and watch.

The two men looked at each other, and tacitly led their soldiers to put out the fire, and quickly got out of the woods.

……

The flames spread, lighting up the sky.

The roads were filled with scattered arrays, and teams of Yulin cavalry were interspersed among these scattered infantry arrays, dividing them one by one.

Even though there were only a thousand cavalrymen, by this time they were like a mighty army, and they had scattered the two legions of seventeen thousand men.

They continuously charged towards the flank of a group of dense horses that had just formed a battle formation, with spears and crossbows stabbing or shooting wildly as they galloped.

Soldiers were pierced through one by one and crashed into their comrades behind them. The young general with a red helmet tassel on his head rushed back and forth, stirring up patches of blood as he swung his sword.

While galloping, the warhorse under him directly knocked a man who was rushing towards him away. The man vomited blood in mid-air, rolled over and fell into the crowd, and the dust on the ground was shaken up.

(End of this chapter)