Chapter 880: Reversal

From the moment the sky began to turn a fish-belly white, the darkness gradually faded away.

Before long, the entire Miancheng became clear.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions continued; dawn turned into morning, morning turned into noon, and noon turned into evening.

After a full day of fighting, Miancheng became quiet once again.

However, Miancheng had turned into a ruin due to the intense battle.

In many places, fires had even broken out due to Hand Grenade explosions.

Yet the results achieved by the Qin Army were gratifying.

Of the three hundred thousand Northern Di army, one hundred and eighty thousand had been annihilated.

The remaining one hundred and twenty thousand basically belonged to the vassal armies of various royal tents.

Some of these vassal troops were Song People, and some were Gaoli.

Seeing that the situation was not in their favor, they surrendered one after another.

"General, this is Tiemuta."

After securing the entire Miancheng, Ma Han finally remembered Tiemuta.

When he had people search for him, he learned that Tiemuta had been blown to death.

Of course, he certainly felt no sympathy.

He only regretted not being able to slaughter him with his own hands.

Over these years, the number of Song People who died at the hands of the Northern Di likely reached around ten million.

The former Ningjin Dusi once had a population of five million.

After they reclaimed it, there were only five hundred thousand people left.

Next was Yanzhou; the number of Yanzhou people who died in the Autumn Hunt over these years was at least one million.

Then, if one adds the period when the Northern Di wreaked havoc in Qinzhou and Yongzhou, they also killed a large number of commoners directly or indirectly.

This is just in the last few decades; if one adds the commoners who died at the hands of the Northern Di since the founding of the Great Song, it truly reaches ten million.

Now, the Northern Di has again participated in the internal strife of the Great Song, attempting to kill Yan Wang and eliminate Jiangbei.

Such an alien race with the heart of a wolf,

he naturally would never be soft-hearted.

"Dead is dead." Ma Han waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to carry away Tiemuta's corpse.

Immediately, he ordered the soldiers to mount the Northern Di's Warhorse, catch up with the Prince's Personal Army, and report the battle situation to Yan Wang.

He himself led the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and bury the corpses.

Otherwise, in the scorching summer, it would easily trigger a plague.

Since leaving Miancheng, the Prince's Personal Army had been moving very slowly.

This was to wait for news from Miancheng.

Three days later, the Cavalry caught up with the Prince's Personal Army.

"Hahaha, excellent! I didn't expect Tiemuta to really fall for the trap; now this tail has finally been cut off," Chang Wei laughed loudly.

With the annihilation of Tiemuta's forces, their supply line problem was solved.

Moreover, this was also a heavy blow to the Coalition.

When Southern Liang, Nanping, the Ashuer Tribe, and the Ross were in Miancheng, many of their elites had already been killed by him.

Now, with Tiemuta's forces gone, strategically speaking, they had basically failed.

Next, he would take full initiative.

"Continue toward Songyang." Having received this reassurance, Zhao Xu was just as happy as Chang Wei.

However, the final victory had not yet arrived, and the war had to continue.

At the same time.

A large army was moving along the Yiyang official road toward Songyang City.

This was the Coalition of the Ashuer Tribe, Southern Liang, Nanping, and the Ross.

Yan Wang's troops advancing toward Songyang was the worst-case scenario for them.

For Ashuer, whether it was the Northern Di, the Ross, or other Xitu Guo like Britain, although they were willing to participate in the Great Song's internal strife to curb the rise of Yan Wang,

they absolutely were not willing to risk their own lives for the sake of the powerful clans.

They only wanted to use the powerful clans to oppose Yan Wang.

The more intensely the powerful clans and Yan Wang slaughtered each other, the better.

Because it was always the Song People dying and the Great Song's money and grain being consumed.

But if the war situation became extremely unfavorable and they risked total annihilation, he would have to act cautiously.

It was clearly unwise to fail to stop Yan Wang from unifying the Great Song while also losing his own troops.

At this time, one must assess the situation and ensure that losses were minimized.

After all, even if Yan Wang unified the Great Song, they had ways to continue curbing him.

Therefore, with Yan Wang pointing his sword at Songyang Pass and wanting to trap them in Yizhou, both he and Aersiji were anxious.

Once Yan Wang succeeded, they would not be able to return.

This was clearly not the result they wanted.

Thus, after consulting with Aersiji, they decided to move the troops from Yiyang to Songyang to fight Yan Wang once more at Songyang City.

If they could hold out for over a month and Tiemuta cut off his supply lines, they would still have hope of winning.

If they could not hold on, they would take the opportunity to retreat to the Grassland.

Just as Ashuer was thinking this, a troop of Cavalry suddenly hurried over, bringing news from Miancheng.

"What!" Upon hearing this, Ashuer nearly fell from his horse.

Aersiji's face also turned pale, a flash of panic crossing his eyes.

"My nephew, my nephew Tiemuta!" Ashuer beat his chest and stamped his feet, his rage surging to his head, and he shouted: "Yan Wang, I will surely flay you alive! Men, all Cavalry follow me, I want to slaughter Yan Wang myself."

Seeing that Ashuer had lost his reason, Aersiji immediately blocked his path, "Great King Ashuer, now is not the time for impulsiveness. Tiemuta is dead, and the Grassland has lost a star general; do you wish for the Grassland to lose a second star general as well?"

"It is not your nephew who died; Tiemuta was the one destined to become the Beidi Khan in the future!" Ashuer gripped his horse whip tightly, "Besides, I still have the Beidi warriors of three royal tents. If this grudge is not avenged, what face does my Beidi have to exist in this world?"

"You can only see the day of revenge if you are alive; if you die, you will never see it. Do not forget our goal; the Western Lands army will arrive in two months, and by then, the situation will reverse," Aersiji urged.

Although they wanted to annihilate Yan Wang and the troops he commanded, it was basically impossible at the moment.

They could not even manage to slow down the pace of Yan Wang's troops.

Next, the entire Yizhou might fall very quickly.

Since that was the case, the wisest choice for now was to preserve their strength.

They would wait for reinforcements to arrive before making further plans.