Chapter 27: Ambush

  On December 1st, the Mulan Festival, the Ang Bone tribe had already entered the festive atmosphere. Wan Yan Bu Lu went to Longcheng at the invitation of the Great Khan, and the Mulan Festival of the Ang Bone tribe was presided over by Wan Yan Bu Hua, the eldest son of Wan Yan Bu Lu. This was also the first time that Wan Yan Bu Hua had presided over such a grand festival. He held his breath, wanting to make this grand festival a success, at least better than last year's, which was presided over by his younger brother Wan Yan Ji Tai.

  At this point, the succession of the An bone tribe has reached a critical moment. My father likes Wanyan Jitai, which is something that everyone knows. As a result, there are not a few people in the tribe who support Wanyan Jitai, but Wanyan Hua is one generation older than his younger brother and also has many supporters in the tribe. Now the two factions are evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand over the other.

  "Damn little brat!" Wanyan Buhua cursed in her heart, this time Father went to Longcheng with his younger brother, that kid could show his face in front of the Great Khan, if the Great Khan recognized him, she would have no chance.

  "I hope the Long Life Heaven blesses, this Wan Yan Jitai Ma loses his footing and dies!" Early in the morning, Wan Yan Hua silently made a wish to the Long Life Heaven before rushing out like the wind to start arranging this year's Mulan Festival.

  This year is a good harvest, not only the weather is favorable, but also the livestock has increased a lot. Moreover, following Da Dahan's attack on the Great Chu's Dingzhou, the gains are extremely rich. The entire An Gu bone tribe's nobles' tents are all filled with looted goods, and there are also thousands of captured slaves.

  Wanyan Buhe's gaze fell on the slaves with iron chains on their feet, "The women of Great Chu are indeed more beautiful than those on the grasslands. Even the noblewomen of our Anke tribe can't help but have a bit of a wild smell on them, but these Southern Dynasty women are all delicate and charming. If we bring them back and clean them up, they'll truly be breathtaking."

  Wanyan Buhua's body felt a bit feverish, and among the thousands of slaves they had just captured, women made up the vast majority. Most were distributed to the brave warriors in the tribe, so it was likely that many new children would be added to the tribe tomorrow. Wanyan Buhua thought happily, as long as there were people, the tribe could continue to prosper. After the Mulan Festival today, he planned to properly "work out" those Southern Dynasty women in his tent, striving to spread his seed and make his bloodline flourish. As soon as this thought occurred to him, Wanyan Buhua suddenly felt full of energy, and perhaps it wouldn't take long for the Ankuo tribe to rise to become a powerful tribe, rather than its current state.

  Her face suddenly felt a chill, and Wanyan Huahua stretched out her hand to find that it had started snowing lightly. "Ah, this year's snow has come so early, what a good omen!" She stuck out her tongue to lick the icy chill on her hand. "Thanks to the blessings of the Eternal Blue Sky and the wise Great Khan, this winter can be spent safely in the tent, sipping wine and sowing the seeds of prosperity for the tribe."

  The night fell slowly, the snow got a bit bigger, and the bonfires in the An bone tribe started to burn fiercely one after another. Every household took out their own prepared fine wine, and whole sheep were being roasted on the fire with a sizzling sound. Groups of herdsmen were dancing around the bonfires, and the tribal priest was making final preparations. The Mulan Festival is about to officially begin.

  In the darkness of the camp, groups of slaves chained in iron looked blankly ahead, their empty eyes staring at the dark sky. This joyful holiday had no meaning for them.

  About ten miles away from the Li'an Bone tribe's settlement, an army was quietly standing by, without a single sound, not even a whisper. Snowflakes fell on their armor and melted into rainwater flowing down, in front of them, Li Qing quietly gazed at the bright firelight not far away, in the dark night, that firelight was like a target, quietly indicating his target for this attack.

  "General, wait a little longer, until they are satisfied and return to their dreams, that will be the moment of our attack." Shang Haibo said in a low voice.

  Li Qing nodded, his body hot with blood boiling, and he couldn't help but suppress it. This was a sneak attack, and also a revenge, let these robbers taste the flavor of being robbed! Li Qing said fiercely in his heart.

  These damn barbarians didn't even post a single sentry on the outskirts, they must have never dreamed that someone would cross tens of miles of dead land to attack them!

  At midnight, the snow fell more heavily, and a layer of snow covered the ferocious beasts that were quietly lying on the grassland. The distant boiling camp began to gradually quiet down.

  Li Qing suddenly stood up, "Feng Guo, you are the first wave, when attacking, do not stop, just set fire and cause chaos in the camp."

  "King Qi Nian, after Feng Guo, you see the camp in chaos, immediately launch an attack. I want you to sweep away everything and crush all resistance in front of you."

  "Jiang Kui, you're a peripheral guerrilla, can't let one runaway guy escape. I want to annihilate them all!"

  Li Qing said without a doubt, "Mr. Shang, you just watch me defeat the enemy from here!"

  Shang Haibo was just a scholar, with no strength to bind a chicken. Seeing Li Qing's arrangement, he sighed and said: "Since ancient times, there has been a saying that 'a hundred scholars are of no use'. Today, I have witnessed this ancient saying. It's good, I'll just stay here and not disturb General Jun. Let's wait for the general to win!"

  Li Qing smiled and drew his waist knife, saying in a low voice: "Let's go!"

  The victorious troops were divided into three waves, like elves in the snow, jumping up from the ground and rushing towards their target.

  Anju village, the wooden stockade gate had long been closed, the lamp on the watchtower in front of the gate was dim, and the sentry on it was drowsy. They were newly changed, the previous revelers drank too much mare's milk wine, at this time they couldn't hold women to drill into the quilt nest, but were driven to the high watchtower to blow cold wind, all were very dissatisfied.

  "It's freezing cold, what's there to be on guard against?" The sentry muttered, pulling out a bag of wine from his chest, tilting his head back and taking a big gulp, then handing it to his comrade beside him.

  "Come on, have a drink and warm up!" His companion took the wine and had a sip, then suddenly said: "Wait, did you hear any noise?"

  The man who was called "Not Moving" muttered dazedly: "What sound, damn it, I only heard the woman's voice!" He took over the wine and poured it into his belly again.

  His companion's face suddenly showed an unbelievable expression, just as he was drinking wine in a moment, a sharp arrow whizzed by, and with a "hiss" sound, it pierced into his neck. He didn't even hum a sound before falling down, the mare's milk wine flowing down from the watchtower gurgling away.

  "Enemy attack!" Just as he stood up, several feathered arrows flew in, piercing his body. He opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the snow-covered ground where one by one people rushed towards him. His body spun around half a circle, and on the other side of the watchtower, he saw several sentries falling from the tower. With a final gasp from his throat, his heavy body fell from the watchtower and crashed heavily onto the snowy ground.

  Feng Guo's three hundred men quickly and neatly took care of the sentry, then like a flood, they rushed straight to the camp gate. The thin wooden boards of the camp gate only shook a few times under the joint impact of the soldiers before crashing down. The soldiers shouted in unison, swarmed in, pulled out torches one by one from the still burning bonfires in the camp, and while charging forward, threw the torches at the tents.

  Flames burst forth from each yurt, illuminating the camp in an instant. Many bewildered Anke nomads, barely escaping their yurts, were met with a steel torrent that allowed no reaction - gleaming long knives and spears were already slashing down.

  "Beautifully done!" The second wave of Wang Qinyuan arrived, seeing Feng Guo's action, excited and loudly shouted: "Line up, advance!" The 500-man team quickly unfolded, with long and sharp tips raised high, taking big strides forward.

  This is not a battle, it's a massacre. The Anju tribe, still reeling from the Mulan Festival celebrations, never expected to be ambushed at this time and were completely unprepared. Most of them were killed or stabbed to death on the snowy ground as soon as they rushed out of their tents.

  Wanyan Buhua was very excited today, he successfully hosted a Mulan Festival, and when he returned to his tent, he still hadn't had enough, so he drank another bag of horse milk wine before dragging over a woman who had been seized, quickly stripping off her clothes and pouncing on top of her. The woman beneath him struggled and shouted, but this only made him more excited, as he wildly yelled out and pressed down on the woman with all his might, his body constantly convulsing in pleasure.

  The first wave of attacks in the camp made him stunned, this tribe will come to raid us, everyone is very fat this winter, no need to rely on robbing small tribes like previous years to get through the winter? But he was a seasoned general after all, and he jumped up from the still crying woman, hastily put on his clothes, called out to his soldiers, and rushed out with his knife.

  The iron torrent that burst into his eyes left him stunned, the uniform was still fresh in his memory, it was the Dingzhou army, but how could the Dingzhou army appear here? Behind him, many of his own soldiers had already rushed over and gathered around, watching the torrent roll in with tension.

  "Sound the horn, gather the troops!" Wan Yan Bu Hua trembled with rage. The most elite soldiers of the tribe had been taken away by his father, and now there were only over a thousand people left in the tribe who could be gathered at most, but was it still possible to do so?

  "Wanyan lord, let's go quickly!" The bodyguard urged anxiously.

  Wanyan Buha hesitated for a moment, and the rolling torrent had already arrived in front of him. It was like a metal porcupine, seeing the Anguo people blocking the way ahead, shouting loudly, dozens of long guns were already stabbing down on his head.

  Wanyan Buhua hastily retreated, swinging his waist knife to continuously parry and block, with several miserable cries ringing out beside him as several of his personal guards were stabbed to death on the spot.

  Wanyan Buhua's heart turned cold, and she ran! With a single turn of her body, she sprinted towards the rear, while the metal torrent behind her continued to march in neat steps, steadily sweeping across. The entire camp was ablaze with flames, and the scattered horses, cows, and sheep were running wildly in all directions, everything was in disarray.