Chapter 312
Nuhachi got angry just thinking about it and cursed for a long time.
If Duan Gan hadn't come and managed to send some troops, the Khan would probably still be deceiving him.
Even if he had extraordinary abilities, he still needed sufficient troops; otherwise, how could he fight Duan Gan?
Duan Gan was the invincible General Dingyuan in his time, while he was just a lowly stable boy back then.
They didn't even have the right to see General Dingyuan.
Everyone says that Duan Gan is a brilliant strategist, decisive in killing and killing. I originally thought he wasn't as good as others said, but that was all just hearsay.
Unexpectedly, in less than a month, he suffered several severe blows in succession.
Of the four small towns they captured, they took two back, along with gunpowder, which they guessed had been improved, otherwise it wouldn't have been so effective.
He was absolutely furious.
After bandaging his bloody wounds, Qu Luchu carefully instructed, "These burns are too severe. You can't get them wet until they heal, not even a little bit."
"Try not to get out of bed, so as not to aggravate the wound and make it worse. I'll go out and have someone prepare the medicine."
After he left, Nuhachi asked for water, and his deputy, Anachuo, quickly brought him water and served him carefully.
He looked at Nuhachi's expression, pondered for a long time, and said, "General, we actually still have leverage over the people of the Central Plains, which we might be able to use."
Upon hearing this, Nuhachi frowned in confusion, hissed in pain, and after a while, finally managed to ask with difficulty, "What leverage?"
"General, have you forgotten that young general? The one we captured from the battlefield a month ago, his name is... his name is Murong... Murong something."
Anacuo pondered for a long time, but still couldn't remember what the person's name was.
However, judging from how obedient the soldiers were to him at the time, he must have held a high-ranking position.
Upon hearing this, Nuhachi suddenly remembered that he had repeatedly whipped and tormented him, but the man refused to reveal the weakness of Yuquan Pass.
Later, he had Murong Yan tied to the back of a horse and dragged along at full speed, but he still refused to give in.
He simply handed it over to his subordinates, letting them beat and verbally abuse him as they pleased, as long as he didn't kill him.
"That person isn't dead yet?"
He was a little surprised.
Upon hearing this, Anachus scratched his head, "He shouldn't... be dead yet..."
His tone was hesitant and uncertain. He hadn't had time to take care of him these past few days; he was just hanging outside under that withered tree. Perhaps he wasn't dead.
"I'll go check right away." With that, he turned and ran out.
Once outside, everything was covered in white. A strong wind, carrying icy snowflakes, blew against his face, and even though he was dressed warmly, he couldn't help but shiver.
From a distance, a person hangs under the withered, gray-black tree, covered in snow, looking as if dead, swaying in the wind.
Beneath him was a pool of dark red blood congealed in the snow.
Anatso braved the wind and snow, striding forward, looking up at the boy whose cheeks were blue from the cold and whose eyes were closed.
"Oh dear, it's been so long, could it be dead? I should have let them bring it in."
He sighed with regret and was about to leave when, at the moment he turned around, he heard a faint sound.
Anatso was startled and turned to look, only to find that the boy in front of him had opened his eyes and was staring at him fiercely.
So he quickly called for people to get him down, warm him up, dress him, and treat his more serious injuries so that he wouldn't die so soon.
He hurriedly returned to report to the general.
"General! General, that Central Plains man is not dead!"
Upon arriving at the tent, they found that Nuhachi was already asleep. With no other option, they went out first, instructing the soldiers to take good care of the man from the Central Plains.
The next day, Anacuo came in with a plate of beef and mutton and flatbread.
Seeing that Quluchuo was changing Nuhachi's bandages, he placed the food on the table beside him and waited quietly.
Nuhachi lay on the bed, weakly glancing at him with his head raised. His lips were bloodless, and the hair at his temples was soaked with sweat.
But he didn't want to show unnecessary vulnerability in front of people, as that would be a disgrace to him.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to swallow the words.
Anachuo looked at the burns and couldn't bear to look at them. "That Duan Gan is truly despicable! General, why don't we exchange Duan Gan for that Central Plains man from outside?"
"Once Duan Gan falls into our hands, we will definitely torture him properly."
"Are you an idiot? Who is Duan Gan? He's the commander-in-chief of Yuquan Pass! He's the backbone of the army. Would he put himself in danger for some nobody?"
"Can't you use your brain before you speak? You idiot!"
He shrank back as he was scolded, "Yes, yes, General, it's just... it's just that I thought they were loyal and righteous, and wouldn't abandon anyone, so..."
"What utter bullshit!"
Nuhachi grabbed a candlestick from the side and threw it at him, roaring and cursing.
"The people of the Central Plains are the most cunning. You can't believe a single word they utter. They are liars! The most hypocritical people!"
"And we are the most compassionate and righteous people!"
Anachu hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, the general is right."
He was so agitated that disbelief aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.
Qu Luchu frowned, trying to calm him down, otherwise his wound would never heal.
Upon hearing this, Nuhachi immediately became obedient.
He was injured and dared not let the Khan and his men know, because if they found out, he would be dismissed from his post and would no longer have the chance to fight Duan Gan.
He was determined to defeat Duan Gan and let everyone know that he was the most powerful.
Duan Gan had not fought a war for many years, and his arrival to rescue and turn the tide was merely a coincidence. It was only the title of General Dingyuan that briefly boosted morale.
Once he's half recovered, he'll definitely return to the battlefield and have a real fight with Duan Gan.
Instead of hiding in the city and playing these intrigues.
The people of the Central Plains are full of evil intentions; in terms of actual combat, Duan Gan would definitely be no match for him.
Nuhachi told himself this in his heart, and his anger dissipated considerably, replaced by confidence.
"After so many days of fighting, it's time for the brothers to rest. In a couple of days, we'll take that kid to Yuquan Pass."
"If they don't care, or can't offer good terms to befriend me, I, the general, will personally kill that brat in front of them!"
It'll help me vent the resentment I've been holding in all this time.
As he spoke, his face contorted with rage, radiating murderous intent.
"General is right! I admire you."
Anachu clasped his hands in a fist and laughed, feeling that what he said made perfect sense.
Seeing his foolishness, Nuhachi said impatiently, "Hurry up and bring me the food. Are you trying to starve this general to death?"
Listen! He quickly picked up the tray and came to the bedside. "General, please have some."
Nuhachi picked up a lamb chop and took a big bite, then picked up a jug and gulped it down, letting out a satisfied sigh.
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