Chapter 251: Stealing the camp and robbing the village

On the dark night, the moon went where it went, and the breeze blew, causing a whimpering sound.

The Wusun Camp, ten miles away from Yancheng, was licking the wound alone. Several lonely torches were still emitting dark light. A gust of wind passed, and the torches were unstable, like a series of drifting ghost fires.

It was the fifth day that the Han army arrived in Yancheng. For five days, the Wusun people would attack the city on a routine basis every day, but they got nothing except the bodies left behind, and they had never even been to the top of Yancheng.

The Han army stationed in Yancheng had many strange tricks and changed them to a new trick every day, making Wusun people unable to defend themselves. The Wusun people attacked the city every day as death. In five days, the Wusun army dropped nearly 10,000 corpses under the city.

However, the defenders of Yancheng had few casualties. Even the shadow of others was difficult to see, so how could they make casualties?

This is simply an unequal war. The war civilization of the Central Plains for thousands of years is simply incomparable to the Western Regions civilization. This kind of fighting style has never been seen or heard of, and it is inevitable that it will be beaten to the point where it cannot be touched.

The tent of the Wusun Central Army was brightly lit. The Wusun general Yelu Qi sat on a wide Hu chair. The failures over the past few days made this grassland sturdy man in his forties look a little unhappy.

There were several other generals of the Wusun Army in the tent, who were discussing the war.

A month ago, Yelu Qi led a 50,000 Wusun army to the south by the order of King He Xu of Wusun. At the beginning, the power was unstoppable, and the people of Kucha were retreating step by step. Yelu Qi was even more powerful and rushed forward all the way, reaching the foot of Yancheng, the capital of Kucha.

Just as the Han army was about to capture Guiyan City, the Han army came, which also brought nightmares to the Wusun army.

He lost nearly 10,000 troops in five days, and even Yelu Qi could not resist it. After all, he only had more than 15,000 troops left in his hands. The capital of Kucha was right in front of him, but he could not take it down, which made him very unwilling, but he was helpless.

Now he was powerless to fight again, and could only wait for the support of his ally, the Northern Huns Cavalry.

In the past, Yelu Qi did not want the Northern Huns to come so early, for fear that they would steal his credit and wealth. But now he urgently hoped that the Northern Huns would arrive soon, and he had never been anxious.

Yelu Qi was afraid that he would not persevere for the moment when the Northern Huns arrived. He had a premonition, a very bad premonition.

The central army tent was silent, and the generals in Wusun were watching the unscrupulous general sitting on the chair of the general, hoping that he could bring good luck to the army.

"Master General! I suggest that we withdraw first!" A young general broke the silence.

"Retreat! Where can we retreat now?" Yelu Qi sighed and replied.

"Retreat west to Chigu, where the terrain is dangerous, easy to defend but difficult to attack!" The young man bit and said firmly.

"Ge Sang! I know what you mean, and I know that it is the wisest choice to retreat to Akagu now, but I cannot retreat. The 50,000 army went south, and now there are only 15,000 people left. How do you ask me to retreat? How do you face the king?"

Yelu Qi, who was in his forties, had a bronze face twisted into a ball and said in pain.

"Masterman..." Gesang wanted to persuade him again.
Chapter completed!