PDLP Chapter 1385 Where did all these pursuers come from?!
Chapter 1385 Where did all these pursuers come from?!
"Khan! Khan, are you alright?!"
The guards inside the tent were terrified when they saw the King of Mobei vomit blood. They rushed forward to support him.
"Go away!"
The Northern King shoved everyone aside, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the map, on the tribes marked as destroyed. His chest heaved violently, like a cornered beast driven to the brink of despair.
Why are things like this?
He clearly held an absolute advantage; he clearly had driven the isolated army of Daqian into a desperate situation.
"How did they do that?"
The voice of the King of the Northern Desert was filled with resentment.
"How many of them are there? How were they able to attack three of my tribes, hundreds of miles apart, at the same time?"
"Reporting to the Khan," the scout who had entered first replied tremblingly, "According to... according to the tribesmen who escaped, they were attacked by three different armies of the Great Qian Dynasty."
"Three?"
The King of the Northern Desert was stunned.
“That’s right.” The scout nodded. “The force that attacked the Hadan tribe was their main central army, personally led by the Great Qian Empress and her prince. They had the largest number of men, probably more than 10,000.”
"The attacks on the Chaga and Agu tribes were carried out by two flanking forces, each with about eight thousand men, led by two generals of the Great Qian Dynasty."
"The three units, combined, have a total strength of less than 30,000 men..."
Less than 30,000 people...
He commanded a full 200,000 troops, yet a mere detachment of less than 30,000 men wreaked havoc on his own territory, and even his home base was nearly stolen!
What a humiliating disgrace!
"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"
The King of the Northern Desert slammed his fist on the table in front of him.
The table, crafted from a single piece of golden nanmu wood, was actually smashed by his furious punch, leaving a spiderweb-like crack!
"Khan, please calm your anger!"
The generals inside the tent, seeing his thunderous and furious appearance, were all so frightened that they knelt down on the ground, not daring to even breathe.
"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?!"
The King of the Northern Desert pointed at the map, his face contorted with rage and filled with ferocity.
“Our backyard is almost burned to the ground! Our people are being slaughtered like sheep by those scum of the Great Qian! And now you want me to calm down?!”
His roar echoed throughout the entire golden tent.
"Khan!"
A senior-looking, highly respected general, steeled himself and spoke:
"The most urgent task is not anger, but how to deal with the current crisis!"
"The Daqian army split into three routes, and their purpose is obvious. They want to use this method to hold us back and cut off our roots!"
"If we don't return to defend, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that in just a few days, there will be no place for us to stand in the entire northern desert!"
These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the raging fire in the heart of the Northern Desert King.
Yes.
Now is not the time to be angry; we must immediately come up with a way to break this deadlock.
But what to do?
Retreat?
Then his previous plan to launch a strong attack on Yumen Pass and force the Daqian army to fight a decisive battle would have been completely ruined.
He had finally managed to force that slippery guerrilla force to reveal its true colors, and now he was going back in such a humiliating way. How could he be willing to do that?
But if we don't defend...
The thought of his hometown being burned down by those madmen of Daqian made his heart bleed.
That was the northern desert that he had spent half his life trying to unify!
"Khan!"
Just when the King of the Northern Desert was caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.
Another general spoke up.
His name was Huyan Zhuo, and he was the most resourceful strategist under the King of Mobei.
"In my opinion, the Daqian army's move, though seemingly fierce, is in fact a risky tactic."
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, the King of Mobei's eyes flashed with a glint of shrewdness. "What brilliant idea does the strategist have?"
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
Hu Yanzhuo walked to the map and slowly traced the attack routes of the three Daqian armies on it.
"They split their forces into three groups, seemingly intending to spread their attacks everywhere and prevent us from taking care of both ends. But this also dispersed their already insufficient forces."
"Especially their central army, personally led by that empress and prince, although they have the largest number of troops, they have ventured deep into the heart of the royal court, which is simply courting death!"
A glint of wisdom shone in Huyan Zhuo's eyes.
"As long as we can seize the opportunity to annihilate their main force in one fell swoop, the remaining two flanking forces will be nothing to fear."
"At that time, it won't be us who wavers in morale, but them!"
"Excellent! Excellent strategy: capture the leader first!"
Upon hearing Huyan Zhuo's analysis, the King of Mobei's eyes, which had long since dimmed, instantly lit up once more!
He suddenly stood up from the throne, and the face that had turned pale with despair regained the true nature of a ruthless overlord of the grasslands!
"Give me the order!"
His voice was loud and clear, filled with an unquestionable determination!
"The army must immediately turn around! Abandon Yumen Pass and return to defend the royal court!"
"Furthermore, order the 50,000 elite troops remaining at the royal court, as well as the warriors of all the surrounding tribes, to do everything in their power to hold back that central army of the Great Qian!"
A frenzied killing intent flashed in the eyes of the Northern Desert King.
"I will set up an inescapable net! I will ensure that that arrogant Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty and her damned prince never return! I will show them who the true masters of this grassland are!"
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"Your Majesty, it's not good!"
Just as the King of the Northern Desert turned his guns on Lin Zhen and Murong Yan, preparing for a final life-or-death gamble.
A scout, equally flustered, rushed into Murong Yan's temporary tent.
"The main force of the Northern Desert King has returned to defend!"
"They are rapidly closing in on us in this direction, frantically encircling us!"
"what?!"
Upon hearing this news, Murong Yan's usually aloof and beautiful face turned solemn.
She walked quickly to the map and looked at the huge red arrow on it that represented the main force of the Northern Desert.
Their current location is in the heart of the northern grasslands.
Ahead, there was a blockade of 50,000 elite troops from the royal court.
They were pursued by a main force of 150,000 men.
This isolated army of less than 20,000 men found themselves in dire straits without even realizing it!
"How come it's so fast?"
Murong Yan looked at the map, her brows furrowed.
From the time the scouts returned with the news to the time the King of Mobei changed the direction of his army, it took no more than half a day.
The 150,000-strong army turned back to defend its position; such a massive military mobilization could not possibly have been completed in such a short time.
unless……