PDLP Chapter 1380 Burning the Tiele Tribe
Chapter 1380 Burning the Tiele Tribe
As soon as it was light, Murong Yan came out of the tent.
The five-foot-long train of her black and gold phoenix-themed dress trailed on the ground, the bloodstains from last night's washing still not completely dry on the hem. She clutched the wooden amulet in her hand and walked towards the center of the valley.
Yue Fei had already led his men to arrange the corpses neatly, with a wooden plaque in front of each corpse bearing its name.
"Your Majesty," Yue Fei stepped forward.
Murong Yan didn't speak, but walked to the first row of corpses and knelt down.
The lieutenant lay there, the smile still on his face.
“I remember your name is Zhang Hu, the garrison commander of Yumen Pass,” Murong Yan said. “You said that as long as I live, the Great Qian Dynasty will not perish.”
She stood up and walked to the next corpse.
“Your name is Li Tie. Yesterday you said your mother carved a talisman for you.” Murong Yan placed the wooden carving on his chest. “I will personally return it to you.”
She walked past each and every corpse, one after another.
The soldiers knelt behind them, and no one spoke.
Lin Zhen stood at a distance, watching her back.
The memorial service lasted for an hour.
Murong Yan walked to the last corpse, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, whose face still had a childish look.
"What's his name?" she asked the soldier next to her.
"Your Majesty, his name is Wang Xiaoshi, and he went to the battlefield for the first time yesterday."
Murong Yan squatted down and reached out to close the boy's eyes.
"sorry."
She stood up and turned to face the 30,000 soldiers.
"They are heroes, and I will make sure the whole world remembers them," Murong Yan said. "But I also want the people of the northern deserts to know that those who kill my Great Qian soldiers must pay the price."
Yue Fei stood up. "What does Your Majesty wish to do?"
"Gather all forces." Murong Yan walked to the map. "I will personally go and destroy the Tiele tribe."
Lin Zhen walked over and said, "The Tiele tribe has 50,000 people. Although Agula took 20,000 with him, 10,000 of the remaining 30,000 can fight. They are not easy to deal with."
“We’ll attack anyway.” Murong Yan pointed to the location on the map. “Our scouts report that the Tiele tribe is less than two hundred li away. If we set off today, we can arrive tomorrow.”
Yue Fei looked at the map and said, “Your Majesty, the Tiele tribe is now guarded by Chaolumen. Although he is old, he is very experienced in fighting.”
“I don’t care whether he has experience or not,” Murong Yan said. “I only know that they support the King of Mobei, which makes them enemies of the Great Qian.”
Lin Zhen thought for a moment, "We can fight, but we must finish it quickly. Once the Tiele tribe is destroyed, other tribes will definitely come to our aid."
“Then let’s finish the battle before they arrive.” Murong Yan turned to look at Yue Fei. “Pass down the order: the entire army is to set off.”
"Yes."
Two hours later, the 30,000-strong army set off.
Murong Yan rode on her horse, the trailing hem of her black and gold phoenix-themed dress cascading down her side. She held a long spear in her hand, its tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Lin Zhen rode alongside her on horseback, saying, "The injury on your back hasn't healed yet."
Murong Yan, still on horseback, said, "It's alright."
Lin Zhen looked at Murong Yan's eyes and asked, "Did you cry last night?"
Murong Yan glared at him. "No."
"Your eyes are swollen and you still say you're not," Lin Zhen laughed. "It's okay to cry, there's nothing shameful about it."
Murong Yan fell silent, gazing at the grassland ahead.
The group traveled for a day and a night, and finally arrived near the Tiele tribe on the morning of the second day.
"Your Majesty, the Tiele tribe is just ahead," the scout reported back.
Murong Yan raised her binoculars and saw a huge cluster of tents in the distance.
How many people are there?
"Besides the elderly and children, there are probably about ten thousand who can fight," the scout said. "Chaolumen has already discovered us and is gathering his forces."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a bugle call sounded in the distance.
Ten thousand Tiele soldiers poured out of the tribe, led by an old man in his fifties who rode a black horse and carried a spiked club.
"The Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty?" Chaolumen reined in his horse and looked at Murong Yan opposite him. "You have quite the nerve to come to my Tiele tribe."
Murong Yan ignored him and turned to look at Yue Fei.
"Array."
The soldiers quickly formed an attack formation, with spearmen in front, archers behind, and cavalry on both flanks.
Chao Lumen frowned upon seeing this scene.
“Your Tiele tribe supports the King of the Northern Desert, making you enemies of the Great Qian.” Murong Yan raised her spear. “I have come today to annihilate you.”
"Arrogant!" Chao Lumen roared, "With just your 30,000 men?"
"enough."
Murong Yan spurred her horse and charged off.
The trailing train of her black and gold phoenix-themed dress billowed behind her, and the spear in her hand pointed directly at Chao Lumen.
"kill!"
The soldiers roared in unison and charged forward.
Chao Lumen was taken aback when she suddenly attacked him, and it took him a moment to react.
"Ready for battle!"
Ten thousand Tiele soldiers charged forward, and the two sides clashed on the grassland.
Murong Yan charged ahead, thrusting her spear repeatedly. A Tiele soldier in front of her had his throat pierced by her spear. Another soldier tried to attack from the side, but she stabbed him in the chest with her spear.
"Protect His Majesty!"
The Imperial Guard general led his men to her side and blocked the surging enemy troops.
But Murong Yan doesn't need protection at all.
Each swing of her spear took a life, and her skirt was soon stained with blood again.
When Chaolumen saw this scene, his expression changed.
"This woman is that strong?"
He charged forward, brandishing his spiked club, intending to personally capture Murong Yan.
Lin Zhen rode his horse and blocked his way.
"Your opponent is me."
As Chao Lumen swung his staff down, Lin Zhen dodged to the side, and his long sword slashed at Chao Lumen's waist.
Chaolumen blocked with his spiked club, and the two began to fight.
Yue Fei led his cavalry to flank the Tiele soldiers and broke their formation.
"Archers, prepare!"
Three thousand archers drew their longbows.
"put!"
Arrows rained down on the enemy, and the front-line Tiele soldiers fell one after another.
"Pikemen, advance!"
Ten thousand spearmen charged forward, dividing and encircling the routed enemy troops.
Although the Tiele soldiers were brave, the disparity in numbers was too great, and they soon could not hold out.
After fighting Lin Zhen for more than a dozen rounds, Chaolumen discovered that more than half of the Tiele soldiers behind him had been killed in action.
"Damn it." He gritted his teeth and swung the spiked club even harder.
Lin Zhen advanced instead of retreating, slashing repeatedly with his long sword, forcing Chao Lumen to retreat again and again.
"you lose."
Lin Zhen chopped off the handle of the spiked club with a single stroke, and pressed the tip of the blade against Chao Lumen's throat.
Chaolumen looked at the broken spiked club and sighed.
"I lost."
He turned to look at the battlefield, where more than half of the 10,000 Tiele soldiers had been killed or wounded, and the rest were fleeing.
"Let's surrender," Lin Zhen said.
Chaolumen shook his head. "Absolutely impossible."
He crashed into Lin Zhen's knife tip, his throat was pierced, and he fell off his horse.
Murong Yan rode over and looked at the corpse on the ground.
"Clean the battlefield."
The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, gathering the corpses of the Tiele soldiers.
The herders from the tribe ran out and saw the corpses all over the ground; their faces turned pale.
"Your Majesty, what should we do with these herdsmen?" Yue Fei asked.
Murong Yan looked at the herdsmen, most of whom were elderly people and children.
"Have they enslaved the people of Daqian?"
"Yes, the scouts report that the Tiele tribe has enslaved at least two thousand people of the Great Qian Dynasty."
Murong Yan's face turned cold.
“Find those people and deal with the able-bodied men on the spot.”
"Yes."
The soldiers stormed into the tribe and rescued the enslaved people of Daqian.
The people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, tears streaming down their faces.
Murong Yan dismounted and walked up to them.
"Everyone, get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Murong Yan looked at them; some had their arms and legs broken, and others had whip marks all over their backs.
"I am late."
She turned to look at the young and strong Tiele men, and said, "Kill them without mercy."
The herders were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Yue Fei approached and asked, "Your Majesty, what should be done with the cattle, sheep, and horses of the Tiele tribe?"
"Take them all," Murong Yan said, "and distribute them to the rescued people."
"Yes."
Murong Yan walked to the center of the tribe and looked at the huge tents.
"It's on fire."
The soldiers lit torches and burned all the tents.
Flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed.
Murong Yan stood before the firelight and said, "Pass down the order: any tribe that supports the King of Mobei will suffer this fate."