The cooked duck flew away right in front of my mouth!
Although his cavalry was elite, they had been chasing each other over mountains and valleys, and both men and horses were exhausted.
Facing Yang Chao's troops, who outnumbered them three to one and were well-organized and waiting in ambush, a forced attack would be unlikely to gain any advantage and might even lead to being surrounded.
"Front line becomes rear line, retreat!"
Although Guo Luo was extremely unwilling, he knew that the situation was hopeless, and his rationality as a general made him decisively order a retreat.
The cavalry quickly retreated, forming a defensive circle, fighting and withdrawing.
Seeing Guo Luo retreat, Yang Chao did not pursue him; his primary task was to support his uncle.
He reined in his warhorse, glanced coldly in the direction Guo Luo had retreated, his eyes sharp as knives, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the enemy general who had almost captured his uncle.
Inside the Ziwu Pass, Yang Yan, still shaken, looked at his nephew, who was travel-worn but still full of vigor. He thought of Yang Fan, Yang Yi, and Yang Long, who had died, and even more so of the lost Xijing. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down his face.
"Chao'er... if you hadn't arrived in time, I would surely be dead today!" He broke down in tears as he said this.
Yang Chao was also deeply saddened. He and Yang Fan and the others were all brothers from the same clan, having grown up together since childhood, and their bond was very strong.
He suppressed his grief and indignation, and comforted his family, saying, "Uncle, please accept my condolences. My brothers are brave and worthy of being called sons of the Yang family!"
"Your safety is a blessing in disguise. As long as you are alive, there is hope!"
He helped the nearly exhausted Yang Yan into the Guancheng government office, dismissed his attendants, and asked in a deep voice:
"The situation in Xijing has deteriorated to this point. I wonder what your plans are for the future, Uncle?"
Yang Yan slumped into the chair, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. After a long while, he said dejectedly:
"I...I wish to travel through Jiannan, then turn onto Jinghu Road, and return to the capital...to plead guilty and beg for death before His Majesty (Li Jingang)..."
What?
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