People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 143 The Han people are coming
"The Han people are attacking us, run!"

Accompanied by a burst of hurried horse hooves, a Wuhuan warrior rode his horse hurriedly from a distance towards his own tribe. As soon as he came in, he quickly jumped off the horse and then ran hurriedly to a large tent in the middle of the tribe.

This sentence made everyone in the tribe stunned. Then they began to panic and the whole tribe fell into chaos.

In the past, the warriors in the tribe would have mounted their horses and prepared to resist foreign enemies, but not long ago, the tribal leader had taken most of the warriors to follow the Liaoxi Wuhuan King to fight.

Moreover, this is just a small tribe of two or three thousand people, and there are not many warriors themselves. Now that the main force is not here, they have no ability to deal with emergencies.

The tribe spontaneously began to call on young warriors to assemble, and many Wuhuan boys aged fourteen or fifteen were also forced to ride on war horses, preparing to face the first real battle in their lives.

At this time, no one had time to think about why the Han people were able to attack, and no one dared to think about why the leader did not come back.

But even if they gathered men now, the tribe could only muster two or three hundred riders. This did not make the tribe members feel at ease, including the leader's son who walked out of the main tent.

When the chief's son came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him. When the chief was not around, the chief's eldest son became the backbone of the entire tribe.

Although he intended to control the situation, he had no sense of reassurance at all when looking at the 300 or so young warriors in front of him.

Because the news brought by the scouts clearly stated that the Han army with more than 10,000 troops was coming, and they would arrive here in more than an hour.

Are you going to let him rely on these 300 cavalrymen to resist the Han army of nearly 10,000?

"Young and strong people from all households should gather together and flee immediately. Go to the east and unite with other tribes. As long as we unite and drive away the Han people, we can still take back our tribe!"

The leader's eldest son made the most correct choice. He could not take the tribe away, and it was impossible to fight. At this critical juncture, he could only preserve a part of the tribe's existing young and strong combat power.

As for the elderly, the weak, women and children in the tribe, even if they were reluctant, they had to give them up first.

With the arrival of the Han people, the various tribes in western Liaoning would surely unite with each other. It would only take five or six days to at least form a cavalry of two to three thousand men composed entirely of young men. However, this would also be overdrawing the future of the Wuhuan in western Liaoning.

If this is not enough, they can only seek refuge with the Wuhuan tribe in Liaodong.

The entire tribe began to move according to his orders. The young warriors reluctantly bid farewell to their families and headed far away to the east.

Although they knew that these women and children might not have a good fate after being captured by the Han people, just like the cruelty of the Wuhuan people towards the Han people, the Han people would not show much mercy once they had the chance.

But they couldn't care less about these things at this time. Nomadic peoples have always survived by fighting and killing each other, and they had to get used to it.

After the young Wuhuan warrior ran away, the remaining tribes would not just sit there and wait for death. Each herdsman household ordered their slaves to drive their cattle and sheep and flee eastward with their property.

Moreover, the entire ethnic group was divided into seven or eight teams when they fled. Dispersing and fleeing at such a critical moment is also the survival wisdom of the nomadic people.

Not long after the entire tribe left the settlement, a black line appeared in the distant wasteland sky, and then the black line turned into a black curtain. In the black curtain, a dark yellow flag was particularly eye-catching. It was the flag of the Church of Nature.

"Master, this tribe has all run away." Wang Dang looked at the ruined settlement in the distance and frowned.

Xu Chen didn't care: "The old, weak, women and children can't run fast with the baggage, it won't be difficult to catch up."

At this point, Xu Chen looked at Tian Shitou beside him and said, "You immediately lead a thousand light cavalry and two thousand lightly equipped infantry to march quickly and make sure to control all the people. Wait until the rear army arrives before making any arrangements."

Tian Shitou immediately nodded and accepted the order, and was about to turn back to take action.

At this time, Zhang Baiqi and Huang Long looked at each other, took a step forward in tacit understanding, and also asked: "We are also willing to lead the army to add strength to our sect's war!"

Xu Chen looked at them in surprise, but then he understood what they were thinking.

After this battle, their 1,000 Jizhou Yellow Turban Army was of basically no help and almost became the Yellow Turbans' weakness. Now they probably want to show off their military achievements to make themselves look better.

Xu Chen smiled and said, "The two generals have good intentions, and I will certainly agree. However, too many people will slow down the pursuit. The two generals will each lead 200 soldiers to follow the army."

Although the troops were a little less, they were just a bonus, so they had no complaints: "I obey your orders!"

Xu Chen looked around and pulled them aside again: "Our army has strict military laws. The two generals should discipline their soldiers more to avoid breaking the military law and causing trouble."

The two men suddenly realized that the leader was worried about the discipline of the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou, which was why he only allowed them to take this small number of troops.

At this time, they felt even more that the leader was thoughtful, not only did he not offend them, but he also managed things properly. As for the military discipline of their soldiers, they both knew it well. If they didn't restrain them, they were afraid that something bad would happen.

After receiving the order, they each led their troops and went ahead to chase in the direction of the Wuhuan tribe's escape in several directions. Each team consisted of two to three hundred cavalrymen and several hundred infantrymen, all of whom were lightly equipped and marched quickly. They soon left the Yellow Turban army behind them and then disappeared in the distance.

The fleeing Wuhuan army was indeed marching very slowly, just as Xu Chen had expected. Herdsmen from each household were shouting as they ran, and the scene was in chaos. No one knew how much supplies were left behind, and how many cattle and sheep had escaped.

"You idiot, hurry up and let the Han people catch up with us. None of us will survive!"

In a speeding carriage, the people inside were constantly urging and scolding the coachman in front, and the anxious tone in their words seemed to be spitting fire.

Although the groom in front was trying his best to speed up, the people inside still felt it was not enough.

At this moment, he really wished that the carriage could fly. Once the Han people captured him, he would have to become someone else's slave like the coachman.

"Master, it's already very fast. If it goes any faster, we can only throw away the things in the carriage to reduce the weight!"

The groom's name is Wuli, a Wuhuan man in his thirties. He was originally a herdsman from other Wuhuan tribes. Later, his tribe was annexed and he became a slave to others when he was a teenager. It has been more than ten years now and he has long been accustomed to his identity.

He just felt that at this time he had no time to care about his property. In order to escape, he had to throw away everything that should be thrown away, otherwise in the end it would only benefit the Han people.

However, the herdsman's family head responded with an even more violent roar: "Who are you? Do I need you to teach me how to do things? Which of these things is not more valuable than you? Believe it or not, I will kick you out first!"

Wu Li fell silent for a moment. He could only continue on his way silently, and endure the endless abuse from the patriarch.

In fact, he had long been accustomed to the master's temper. Over the past decade or so, he had been beaten, insulted and tortured by the master countless times for various reasons. He did not need to remember these things specifically because they happened almost every day.

Although this made him feel very painful, he had to endure it because he was a slave.

At this moment, he only hoped that after helping the master escape, the master would recognize his efforts and allow him to have a good meal.

Wuli's wish was beautiful, but it was destined to be just a fantasy, because the Han people behind him soon caught up with him, and Han cavalry began to appear several miles behind him, which made the entire ethnic group panic.

For a moment, the sounds of the Wuhuan people's terrified cries were heard everywhere.

Every household was driving their horses at a rapid speed, trying their best to speed up.

They no longer wanted the cattle and sheep, the bottles and jars, and the ironware. As long as they could escape from the Han people, none of these things mattered.

They were afraid of the Han people, and most of this fear came from possible revenge from the Han people. All the Wuhuan warriors were supported by pastoral families like theirs, and they knew very well how these warriors treated the Han people.

Now that the Han people have come back, won’t they retaliate?

They knew what they had done to the Han people, and they were also afraid that the Han people would do the same thing to them. So now the Han people's pursuit was a disaster and a nightmare in their eyes. It was a pity that the Wuhuan warriors who once protected them were now nowhere to be found.

All the Wuhuan people felt the crisis behind them, and everyone fled for their lives.

Wu Li also became anxious. Although he wanted to speed up, there were too many goods in the carriage and the horse could not run at all.

"Master, throw the thing away. If you don't, you will have no chance to escape!"

Wu Li tried to persuade him anxiously, but what he got in response was a kick. He didn't even have time to react before he felt a huge force coming from behind him, and then he rolled off the carriage uncontrollably. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been run over by the wheels.

Amidst a faint sound of cursing, he watched the carriage gradually drive away.

He could no longer feel the pain in his body, and at this moment he suddenly had an extremely absurd feeling.

The master finally accepted his own advice and started throwing things away, but the thing he threw away was himself!

After falling off the carriage, he looked forward and saw that the master himself started driving the car, but the various things stuffed in the carriage were still in place.

Slaves are the master's personal property. As long as the master wants, he can even easily take his life. Wu Li actually knows that there is no essential difference between himself and the master's cattle and sheep.

But he didn't expect that he was the least valuable of all the master's properties, and the only thing that could be discarded without hesitation.
(End of this chapter)