L.F-Hist.Novelist Chapter 21 Li 2 Leads the Battle
Chapter 21 Li 2 Leads the Battle
Li Shimin looked at his two old brothers, then at the young man below the city.
He suddenly burst into laughter, a loud and unrestrained laugh.
That exhilarating feeling of commanding the battlefield, a feeling I hadn't experienced in years.
It returned to his soul.
"Withdraw? What withdrawal? I grant permission!"
Li Shimin drew the long sword from his waist.
"It's been so long since I've been on the battlefield; I've almost forgotten what it's like to be on horseback!"
Having said that, he ignored Fang Xuanling's objections.
He strode down the city wall.
Ye Yuhang was unaware of the commotion on the city wall.
His attention was entirely focused on the iron cavalry rushing towards him.
He wasn't stupid, and he certainly didn't intend to pay with his life.
Shooting the general was just the first step in the plan.
He wanted to provoke them.
He wanted to drive these barbarians, who called themselves hungry wolves, to their deaths in a frenzy of utter madness.
Because behind him, there was not only himself,
There's also his "gifts" business, which he's been running for many years.
Just then, a rough yet familiar shout came from behind.
"Brave warrior, I, Old Cheng, am here to lend you a hand!"
Ye Yuhang turned around in surprise and saw Li Shimin and his three companions striding towards him.
He frowned slightly. Why hadn't these "troublesome people" left yet?
"Is it you?"
"Are you also going to fight?"
Ye Yuhang's tone carried a hint of surprise.
"That's right!"
The four responded in unison, their imposing manner no less than that of a thousand troops.
Li Shimin stepped forward and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting to Ye Yuhang.
"We wronged you last night, please forgive us."
We are already aware of Liu Siyuan's collusion with the Tibetans.
He looked at Ye Yuhang with an unprecedented level of candor in his eyes.
Ye Yuhang grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.
"What are you blaming?"
If you feel ashamed, then kill a few more beasts later!
He turned his head again, the silver spear tracing a graceful arc in his hand.
Cheng Yaojin was the most impatient.
When the enemy is within fifty paces, charge forward with your sword.
He's used to a preemptive, aggressive style of play.
"Kill them! Let these bastards see how powerful Old Cheng is!"
"Wait, the time isn't right yet!"
Ye Yuhang suddenly reached out and grabbed Cheng Yaojin's shoulder.
His five fingers rendered this towering man unable to move.
"Wait a little longer, tell them to hurry up."
Just as the charging Tibetan cavalry crossed some illusory boundary.
Ye Yuhang suddenly swung his silver spear, the tip of which slammed heavily onto the ground.
"fall!"
His loud shout drowned out the thunderous hooves.
"Boom—!"
A series of muffled collapse sounds suddenly rang out on the flat wasteland.
The once imposing first rank of Tibetan cavalry was instantly thrown into the ravine along with their horses.
The charge was so fast that the cavalry behind had no time to react.
They all crashed into each other, causing people and horses to fall over.
With the mournful neighing of warhorses, the once orderly battle formation instantly turned into a chaotic mess.
A large number of Tibetans fell into the trap amid screams, and were pierced directly by the sharp wooden stakes at the bottom.
Li Shimin and his three companions stared in disbelief at everything that was happening.
They had never seen such a large-scale, well-hidden trap.
"It turns out the brave warrior already had a plan!"
Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling half of his anxiety lifted.
"This...this pit was dug perfectly! A brilliantly dug one!"
Cheng Yaojin shouted excitedly.
He finally understood why Ye Yuhang had stopped him earlier.
This kind of bloodless killing is simply art.
"Brother, that's a good move. Shall we go for it now?"
Yuchi Gong gripped the steel whip tightly, his eyes filled with inquiry as he looked at Ye Yuhang.
He had already spotted several Tibetan junior officers climbing up from the edge of the pit, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"kill!"
Ye Yuhang was concise, uttering only this one word.
He charged headfirst into the chaotic enemy ranks.
The silver spear flashed like a dragon, each thrust a powerful strike.
They all brought with them a poignant display of blood.
Li Shimin and his three companions followed closely behind.
Four long swords swirled wildly in the enemy ranks.
Li Shimin watched Ye Yuhang move nimbly through the formation.
He felt a strong appreciation for talent, for this invincible military genius.
If it cannot be used by the Tang Dynasty, it would be an outrage against heaven and earth.
Just as everyone was getting into the swing of things and preparing to wipe out the remaining enemy in one fell swoop.
Ye Yuhang suddenly withdrew his silver spear and shouted at the crowd.
"Retreat! into the woods!"
His voice was decisive and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
The two hundred or so men from Liuyun Village had already obeyed the orders.
They quickly disengaged from the battlefield and disappeared into the dense jungle on their flanks.
The entire movement was fluid and graceful, clearly demonstrating that the person was well-trained.
Cheng Yaojin was in the middle of a killing spree when his long sword slashed across the neck of a Tibetan.
He turned back to look at Ye Yuhang with a puzzled expression and shouted in confusion.
"Brave warrior, we still have the strength to fight!"
Wouldn't retreating now be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains?
"If we don't retreat, even if we win, it will be a pyrrhic victory!"
Ye Yuhang moved swiftly, retreating to the edge of the forest.
He looked at Cheng Yaojin, his tone extremely serious.
"The lives of my great Tang warriors..."
They are a hundred times more precious than these foreign pigs and dogs; there's no need to waste resources on them!
The four men had mixed feelings, but they still chose to obey.
After witnessing Ye Yuhang's series of miracles, they developed a blind trust in him.
Even though Li Shimin was a genius commander, he was willing to follow the young man's arrangements at this time.
Seeing this, the remaining 500-plus Tibetan wolf soldiers miraculously regained their morale, which had been on the verge of collapse.
In their eyes, the Tang people were ultimately cowardly.
"Chase them! Kill them all!"
Several junior leaders roared and charged into the dense forest, brandishing their scimitars.
"We should have left some men to cover our retreat, otherwise they'll relentlessly pursue and kill us!"
Li Shimin ran beside Ye Yuhang, anxiously reminding him.
"Don't worry, I told you before, this is Hezhou."
Ye Yuhang chuckled, his eyes revealing an infuriating confidence.
"Here, I am the host, and they are the guests."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Tibetans pursuing him let out another piercing scream.
Countless sharpened logs and hidden steel wires in the jungle became deadly traps at that moment.
Due to the narrow space in the forest
The Tibetan cavalry were unable to exert any impact and became easy targets.
Ye Yuhang waved his hand.
The men of Liuyun Village, who had previously "run away," rushed out of the bushes again.
They used their absolute familiarity with the terrain to appear behind the enemy.
Each strike took away a warm corpse.
The Tibetans were completely devastated.
This kind of war, where the enemy is invisible, is ten thousand times more terrifying than a frontal assault.
They didn't know which tree hid a steel knife or which bush was buried with a poisoned arrow.
The remaining five hundred men dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy.
Li Shimin and his entourage emerged from the depths of the forest, their eyes gleaming with admiration as they looked at the prisoners scattered across the ground.
"So, brave warrior, you had a backup plan. We misunderstood you."
He bowed deeply, a gesture of the highest respect for the strong.
"We have won, but this battle is not over yet."
Ye Yuhang put away his silver spear and looked towards the end of the desolate wilderness in the distance.
His expression remained stern, showing no trace of pride after his victory.
He knew these were just appetizers.
The real test is yet to come.