Now that the Red Sand Army and the Imperial Guard are locked in a fierce battle, they can reap the benefits without lifting a finger. Isn't that wonderful?
General Chisha saw through the sinister intentions of these "allies" perfectly.
His heart was filled with rage, and he wished he could tear these treacherous bastards to pieces!
He brandished his long sword, cutting down one Imperial Guard soldier after another as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
He cursed through gritted teeth:
"These bastards, how dare they stand by and do nothing! If I survive, I'll chop you all up and feed you to the dogs!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman, his long sword wielding a fierce wind.
Each strike was imbued with boundless rage and murderous intent.
The fierce battle between the Red Sand Army and the Imperial Guard gradually turned into a desperate struggle between cornered beasts.
The Imperial Guards fought and retreated, seemingly in complete disarray, yet strangely maintaining a certain level of combat effectiveness.
Like a swarm of unshakeable taffy, they clung tightly to the Red Sand Army.
Just when General Chisha felt he was about to wipe out this group of "mad dogs".
Suddenly, a unified shout rang out on the battlefield:
"General Chisha, you have taken what you shouldn't have taken. Return it immediately!"
"Otherwise, once our Prince Consort arrives with his troops, you're all doomed!"
The sound, like a thunderclap, exploded in General Chisha's ears.
His heart sank suddenly, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!"
"Damn it! Chase them! Chase them!"
General Chisha roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, almost spitting fire.
The long sword in his hand, stained with blood, was now dripping crimson liquid.
He took the lead and chased after the fleeing Imperial Guard cavalry.
The tall, warhorse that sat down seemed to sense its master's anger.
It let out a neigh, its four hooves flying, kicking up clouds of dust.
However, the Imperial Guard cavalry were incredibly fast.
Under the cover of night, they moved erratically and quickly disappeared into the vast darkness.
General Chisha was extremely anxious, wishing he could sprout wings and fly over to tear these cunning enemies to pieces.
He whipped his warhorse desperately, urging it to run faster, wishing he could catch up with the fleeing Imperial Guard cavalry.
However, after chasing for a long time, General Chisha couldn't even see a shadow of the enemy, and his anger grew even stronger.
He angrily reined in his warhorse, bringing it to a stop, his chest heaving violently.
The heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent night sky.
Looking around, all that could be seen was a battlefield strewn with corpses and rivers of blood.
Limbs and torsos were everywhere, a truly horrific sight.
He dismounted and stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, feeling both angry and anxious.
Although this battle resulted in the deaths of many Imperial Guards, the losses on their own side were also considerable.
Moreover, they fell into the enemy's trap, losing both their wife and their army.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but slam his fist on the ground, making a dull thud.
Not long after, the commanders of the allied forces, including the Butcher General, the Stilted Scholar, and the One-Eyed Dragon, arrived late.
They appeared one by one at the edge of the battlefield, unhurriedly.
They rode tall horses, dressed in fine clothes, and showed no signs of having experienced a major battle.
Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, their faces showed surprise and confusion, pretending to know nothing about the matter.
"Brother Chisha, what's going on? Did you get into a fight with the Imperial Guards?"
The butcher general asked indistinctly while picking his teeth.
"Hmph! You bunch of bastards, you still have the nerve to ask! I'm fighting a bloody battle here, and you're just watching the show from the sidelines, you're really something else!"
General Chisha was furious and pointed at them, cursing loudly.
He felt like a monkey being played, manipulated at will.
"General Chisha, you can't say that. We're just worried you'll steal the credit."
"Besides, Jingzhou City is already trapped like a turtle in a jar; it will be ours sooner or later. Why rush things?"
The pedantic scholar waved his feather fan, his face full of hypocrisy.
"That's right, Brother Chisha, calm down. But what did the Imperial Guards just say, 'They took what they shouldn't have taken'?"
"What treasure did you bring that made them fight so desperately?"
The one-eyed dragon stared slyly at General Chisha with his only remaining eye.
"None of your business!"
General Chisha replied irritably and turned to leave.
He didn't want to say another word to these hypocritical scoundrels; he just wanted to leave this disgusting place as soon as possible.
The Butcher General, the Pedantic Scholar, and the One-Eyed Dragon exchanged meaningful glances, engaging in a silent conspiracy.
They each speculated about what treasure General Chisha had obtained that made the Imperial Guards pursue him so relentlessly.
"Could it be some priceless treasure? If we could get our hands on it, wouldn't we be rich?"
"Perhaps it's some important military intelligence? If we can intercept it, it will be a great achievement."
"No matter what it is, as long as we can snatch it from Chisha, we can make him lose face. That's more important than anything else!"
They dispersed with their own ulterior motives, each plotting how to extract secrets from General Chisha.
Ideally, one should be able to acquire the "treasure" without anyone noticing.
That night, the scattered Imperial Guard cavalry returned several times to harass the Chisha Army's camp.
They appeared and disappeared unpredictably, constantly attacking the Red Sand Army's sentries and patrols.
This left the Red Sand Army exhausted and demoralized.
In the darkness, the Imperial Guards' cavalry moved like the wind, brazenly mocking the incompetence of the Red Sand Army.
They constantly provoked the Red Sand Army's defenses with arrows and torches.
Each attack was like a sharp thorn, piercing General Chisha's heart.
He stood in the tent, pacing back and forth, restless and anxious.
"Damn it, these persistent bastards!"
He slammed his fist on the table, the thick wooden table making a dull thud.
The teacup and map on the table began to vibrate.
The original plan was to pretend to know nothing, observe the situation, and wait for the right opportunity to make a move.
But now, he is being held back by the Imperial Guards, caught in a dilemma.
He is now like a wild beast trapped in a snare.
They searched everywhere for an escape route, but could not find one.
What angered him even more was that those "allies" were clearly laughing at him.
They wait for him to suffer heavy losses, then they can reap the benefits.
He could imagine that the butcher general, the pedantic scholar, and the one-eyed dragon were hiding in their tents at that moment.
They talked gleefully about his predicament and plotted how to divide his spoils.
The feeling of being betrayed and ridiculed was more painful for him than defeat.
"No, we can't keep dragging this on!"
A fierce glint flashed in General Chisha's eyes. He clenched his fists and made up his mind.
If we continue to be so passive, we will eventually be swallowed up by the Imperial Guard and their "allies".
We must take the initiative to break the deadlock in order to turn the tide of the battle.
We must find a way to break through!
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