Yang Yi sat on a rock and rested for a while, then wiped the blood-stained axe on the body of the fallen barbarian soldier.
He stood up and looked around; the bodies of barbarian soldiers lay scattered everywhere.
Some were hacked to pieces, while others were nailed to the dilapidated earthen walls by spears.
The Song soldiers began to dispose of the corpses, piling them up and burning them.
He saw a child crying at the entrance of the village. The child had lost his parents and looked particularly pitiful.
Yang Yi didn't think much of it, figuring that these nomadic tribes weren't as strong as the legends suggested.
Perhaps due to the turmoil of the past two months in Beifu and Hetao, these barbarian soldiers all looked exhausted.
Looking at the mountains of corpses, Yang Yi suddenly realized something: it wasn't that they weren't strong enough, but rather that the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, due to their long-term consumption of beef, excellent military diet, and strict discipline, were physically stronger than before.
Looking at the young men who had joined the army in the past two years, Yang Yi saw that they were all strong and fit, walking with great speed, and their whole bodies seemed to be full of inexhaustible energy.
In addition, the equipment of the Song soldiers was indeed excellent; for example, the Zhanmadao (horse-slaying sword) had been upgraded several times.
"Sir, I've beheaded fifty people!" A young man rushed over. "I'm rich! I'm going to send the money back home and show it off to my neighbor Cuilan."
"Ha, this kid's fallen into a money pit!" Yang Yi laughed heartily.
The military merit system has become increasingly sophisticated, and the combat capabilities of the army have been fully unleashed.
Looking at the red star flag fluttering not far away.
The Song Dynasty was associated with the element of fire, so red was considered the most revered color.
That star is the Purple Star in the sky, representing the Emperor of the Central Heaven, that is, the current ruler of the world, His Majesty the Holy Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty.
The emperor represented the entire land of China, and the star-studded flag was also a symbol of China.
Wherever the star banner goes, it signifies the presence of His Majesty's divine might.
With this flag, Yang Yi also discovered that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty had a sense of belonging on the battlefield.
It is a spiritual symbol of the Song Dynasty soldiers.
Yang Yi casually took the water handed to him by his subordinate and gulped down a large mouthful.
The vanguard battalion began to organize its troops, and the officers' shouts echoed across the open plain.
The soldiers moved swiftly and formed ranks.
A scout rushed over from a short distance and reported: "Commander Yang, a barbarian army has been spotted ten miles ahead."
How many people?
"There are approximately fifty thousand of them!"
Yang Yi frowned. He had originally planned to take another wave of kills, but he hadn't expected so many to come this time.
During this period, the barbarian tribes that entered the Hexi Corridor were severely defeated by the Song Dynasty.
They were almost completely outmatched.
As a result, the barbarian soldiers would flee at the sight of the Song army, and apart from the first two times, the barbarian army never took the initiative to approach.
With so many people coming again this time, it seems our group has been targeted by the barbarians.
Yang Yi led three battalions of the Third Army of the Chishui Army, totaling eight thousand men.
Because they needed to quickly defeat the barbarians, these 8,000 men were equipped with warhorses.
Eight thousand versus fifty thousand?
Should I also indulge in a carefree life like the young master Lu You?
What a joke! That was a choice made out of desperation after being besieged.
Why risk your own men when you have a variety of sound tactics at your disposal?
No, no!
Yang Yi quickly rejected the tactic of confronting the enemy head-on.
"map!"
The deputy general on the left handed the map to Yang Yi.
Yang Yi quickly scanned the area: "It was said before that the barbarian leader, Anbahai, was in this area. These 50,000 barbarians must be quite powerful."
A military commander from Sichuan declared, "What's there to be afraid of! Kill that bastard!"
"Yes! Commander Yang, as long as you give the order, all the soldiers of our Third Army will slaughter those barbarians without leaving a single one alive!"
Yang Yi cursed, "Kill my ass! Fifty thousand have come!"
"That young master used 10,000 men to wipe out 120,000 barbarians. Our Red Water Army's Third Army is not to be trifled with either!"
Yang Yi said with a wry smile, "This barbarian tribe is probably not simple. Follow me!"
"Yang Shuai, kill! Charge straight at them!"
Yang Yi slammed his shield down, giving the commander from Sichuan a hard thud, and laughed, "All you ever think about is killing! I'll settle the score with you when we get back! Let's go!"
Despite his words, Yang Yi discovered that these young men from Sichuan were truly formidable fighters.
Their willpower is as strong as steel.
Yang Yi led his Third Army of the Chishui Army and galloped toward the direction from which the barbarians had come.
Several officers said, "Haha, Commander Yang says he won't kill them, but his actions speak louder than words!"
Yang Yi was an officer from the Imperial Military Academy and had read a lot of books. He was very approachable with the other officers in private, so they were happy to joke around with him.
Yang Yi, however, had his own plans. After he led his eight thousand men on a three-mile journey, the barbarian army of fifty thousand was only four miles away from him.
With a telescope, one could vaguely see dust billowing across the land ahead, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves shattering the ground.
Several officers thought a battle was about to begin, but after waiting for a long time, the bugle did not sound. Suddenly, Yang Yi made a ninety-degree turn and changed direction to the north.
"Report!"
Anbahai's scouts returned and reported: "Holy and great Khan, the Song army at the front, fearing your divine might, retreated without a fight!"
Ibahai laughed loudly, as if to say to his men around him: I told you, even from dozens of miles away, my invincible divine power scared away those Song dogs.
What was it said back then?
When I was young, I was invited by a general of the Liao Kingdom to fight in the Song army!
A smug smile spread across his face as he looked at his subordinates, as if to say: Your turn!
The subordinates beside him immediately understood and began their exaggerated performance, which they had done countless times before: "Yes, yes, yes! The Great Khan is the most powerful in the world!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Once the Great Khan makes a move, those Song dogs will definitely tuck their tails between their legs and run around like madmen!"
Another subordinate quickly interjected, "Back in the day, Yelü Dashi sent the Great Khan to Youzhou to fight the Song dogs. They terrified Tong Guan, the Song dog's commander, so much that he ran away in his own city of Tokyo and hid there, too afraid to move!"
"Good heavens! That time, our Great Khan led a thousand men and beheaded two hundred thousand Song dogs!"
"No! You're mistaken! Khan, he's mistaken! I remember it was 500,000!"
For the past two months, after repeated setbacks, Anbahai has survived by scouring villages west of the river for food and by relying on the praise of his subordinates.
Whenever his subordinates praise this place, I, Bah, will be very modest: "I am a very low-key person. I never mention these past glories, and you should not keep bringing them up either."
But if these subordinates really don't speak, then they should never speak again.
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