Although he had already learned from Akihito that the Yan army that had come to Fusang was no ordinary force, Mosang was still shocked when he encountered them on his way to Feishe in the afternoon.
This was a wide avenue leading to the Fai She. Mo Sang was leading his men along this road under the scorching sun, with two Japanese people leading the way.
At this moment, the two leading men had already pulled their horses back. They were trembling violently, and their faces, which had turned around, were completely bloodless. From their panicked eyes, Mo Sang could tell that they wanted to turn around and run away immediately.
After all, directly in front of them was a mighty army with swords, spears, and halberds piercing the sky, and a formidable and awe-inspiring cavalry.
Ahead of this large army were about a hundred fleeing Japanese soldiers, who were in a panic. They had abandoned their armor and weapons, and were distraught, like wild dogs that had been hit on the head after failing to beg for food, running away with their tails between their legs.
The defeated soldiers, having lost their courage, waved their arms, signaling to run. Perhaps in the previous battle, they had been killed so badly that they had lost even the courage to shout.
Mozambique raised an arm, signaling to stop.
"It's no wonder that Akihito was so flustered; the people he sent out were indeed incompetent."
As the group of fleeing Japanese soldiers gradually approached, Mo Sang scanned them one by one. Most of them were wounded and covered in blood, making them look no different from stray dogs.
"What a pathetic bunch. If Yan Jun doesn't immediately chase after them and kill them, isn't he deliberately letting them lead the way?"
Mosang muttered something to himself, then gave his subordinate a meaningful look. The subordinate understood and was about to shout when the Japanese soldier leading the way spoke first in a panic:
"General Mosang, perhaps..."
He was interrupted by Mosang before he could finish speaking.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Step back! Get behind me!" Mosang, riding his tall horse, stood tall and shouted.
When the two Japanese soldiers leading the way heard him say these words and saw the resolute look in his eyes, for some reason, their originally extremely flustered emotions calmed down considerably after that loud shout.
"Yes, General Mosang!" The two men looked at Mosang with full respect, and immediately pulled their warhorses behind him.
The thunderous hoofbeats, like drums, resounded across the wide road, stirring up dust that swirled around every fleeing soldier.
The Yan army behind them had already chilled them to the bone, and everyone wished they could fly away immediately. But the small group of people in front of them stood still, as if they were as steadfast as a mountain in the face of wind and rain.
This is truly bizarre.
However, among the fleeing soldiers, it was the high-ranking and powerful Taichiro Sasaki who recognized that the fluttering banner was the flag of the Tatarstan.
This battle was a crushing defeat, and his son Jubei and five hundred disciples were also lost in the battle. Taiichiro originally wanted to sacrifice himself for his country, but he thought that if he died, he would probably not be able to avenge his son.
I might as well escape first, so I can avenge my son myself in the future.
Based on this mental preparation, Taiichiro joined the fleeing soldiers and escaped with them.
Looking ahead at Mo Sang, who was riding a tall horse with a calm expression, Taiichiro was puzzled and didn't have the energy to think about it. He just quickened his pace, after all, his life was more important.
Most of the fleeing soldiers around him were trembling and breathing heavily. At this moment, everyone was filled with fear and dread, afraid that the enemy behind them would suddenly catch up and kill them with a single blow.
Mosang, however, remained unfazed even as the massive army approached.
Ultimately, Mozambique was a man who had seen many grand occasions. During the military parade in Tajikistan, he had seen far more troops than the formidable force before him.
"Cough cough."
Mosang coughed lightly, and one of his blond, blue-eyed soldiers immediately took the flag and headed forward.
As they waited, the routed soldiers drew ever closer. Mosang opened his arms wide and shouted:
Stop!
"My nation, Taqi, has come to end this war!"
His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the area. The fleeing soldiers looked at Mosang, who was shouting with his arms outstretched, and everyone was bewildered.
But the sound of hooves grew louder, and the Yan army, which had been advancing slowly behind them, quickened its pace, with cavalry already charging forward.
The fleeing soldiers were so frightened that they lost their minds and ran forward in a frenzy.
Mo Sang frowned and shouted again:
"General on the other side! I am from the Kingdom of Taqi, and I am Mosang, a three-star general of the Kingdom of Taqi! Please hear me out!!"
Soon, the fleeing soldiers had reached Mosang's side, while the Yan army cavalry arrived even faster. They arrived almost simultaneously, but instead of attacking, they surrounded everyone, including Mosang.
Despite being surrounded, and despite the hostile expressions of the cavalrymen, Mosan remained calm. He dusted off the dust that had accumulated on his body during the journey and calmly dismounted with his men.
Dismounting, Mosang straightened his collar, turned to the fleeing soldiers, and shouted:
"Don't move! Just stand here!"
After saying this, he calmly led his men forward, but after only a few steps, a path parted in the middle of the Yan army.
Mo Sang looked up and saw a small troop of soldiers slowly approaching. Without a doubt, the leader was the commander of the Yan army.
Upon seeing his face, Mo Sang was taken aback; this person was indeed very young.
At this moment, the young commander lazily shook his head, then tilted his head back and yawned.
Seeing him yawn, Mo Sang also moved his lips, wanting to yawn as well, since he was really sleepy, but considering that they were talking about serious business, he forced himself to hold it in.
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