Chapter 252 Why bother!
Yang Zhengshan looked down at him and said coldly: "You lose!"

Although Yang Zhengshan had a cold look on his face, he was actually scared in his heart.

Damn, I almost got ripped open.

If he had reacted a little slower, he would have at least had a large wound on his abdomen. With Mengtemu's strength, the mountain armor on his body would definitely not have been able to block it.

Mengtemu's turbid eyes flickered, and his face looked pale and gloomy.

He was still breathing heavily. The long battle had greatly reduced his physical strength. After all, he was an old man over sixty years old.

But he still felt unwilling in his heart!

I can't lose!

At this moment, he had only this one thought in his mind!
The next moment, he stretched out his hand suddenly to knock away the spear in front of his chest, but the moment his hand touched the tip of the spear, Yang Zhengshan stabbed the spear into his chest without hesitation.

With a snap, the gun barrel was broken by him, and the gun tip remained in his chest, and bright red blood spurted out like a fountain.

Cough cough cough~~
Mengtemu coughed painfully. The fishy-sweet taste filled his tongue from the depths of his throat, flowed down from the corners of his mouth, and dyed his gray beard red.

"Why bother!"

Yang Zhengshan withdrew the gun barrel, which was already in a mess, with a cold expression.

"Ahem, this old man can only die, not lose!"

Meng Temu's face became increasingly pale.

He is the king of the East China Sea Hu tribe. If he is defeated, it will be a shame for the entire East China Sea Hu tribe.

Yang Zhengshan understood what he meant. Death and defeat are two different concepts. Death is the end of everything, but defeat can always be followed by the future.

Given Mengtemu's status, if he was captured alive, the result would be predictable. He would be taken back to Kyoto, suffer humiliation, and become a symbol for Darong to show off his achievements.

So he would rather die than endure humiliation.

Looking at Meng Temu lying on the ground and gradually losing his breath, Yang Zhengshan did not have much emotion.

Many people died before him. Although Mengtemu had a special identity, he was just a person.

Maybe he has a special meaning, but to Yang Zhengshan he is just an enemy.

A dead enemy is the best enemy.

"The enemy leader is dead!"

Yang Zhengshan shouted again.

However, he did not cut off Mengtemu's head this time. Mengtemu was a king after all. Although the title of king was a bit watered down, he still had to show due respect.

He grabbed Mengtemu's body, called Hongyun, jumped on the horse, and held Mengtemu's body high.

"The enemy leader is dead!"

……

When Yang Zhengshan lifted up Mengtemu's body, the Hu cavalry outside the city completely lost the courage to fight.

When the Hu cavalry outside the city was completely defeated, Yang Zhengshan appeared in the city gate holding Meng Temu's body. On the streets of Fushan City, the entire Fushan City fell from panic into despair.

The enemy had already entered the city, and their king was dead. In an instant, the Gorqin clan seemed to have lost all hope.

Everyone became frightened and lost the determination to fight to the death, and instead wanted to escape from Fushan City.

The north gate has been occupied by the Yunlong Guards, but they still have three gates in the east, west and south.

Shouts of killing echoed throughout Fushan City, and a large number of Hu people fled from other city gates.

The army was defeated like a mountain!
Countless Hu people fled into the dark night in fear.

"My Lord, we have taken Fushan City!"

A shout rang out on the battlefield in the west, destroying the resistance of the Omu, Chahar and Dosol tribes.

Seeing the defeated enemy, Liang Chu, with blood all over his face, laughed heartily.

"Da Rong will win!"

"Da Rong will win!"

Liang Chu waved his long sword and shouted loudly.

Then the soldiers around him also started shouting.

For a moment, the shouts shook the sky and the anger reached the sky. The morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and the Hu people were defeated and fled.

……

When the light of dawn came again, Fushan City had completely fallen into Darong's hands.

Liang Chu rode his horse slowly to the city gate, escorted by a group of personal guards.

In front of the city gate, Zhou Lan, Yang Zhengshan, and Yunlong Guard Commander Duan Hua clasped their fists and bowed, saying, "Welcome, Lord Marquis!"

Liang Chu jumped off his horse, stepped forward quickly, and helped the three people up, "Everyone, thank you for your hard work!"

This battle was definitely a tough one. Whether it was the battle with the three Ombu tribes in the west or the battle with Gorchin inside and outside the city, it was an extremely brutal and tough battle.

Both sides put all their chips on the line without reservation and tried their best.

Zhou Lan made a gesture of invitation briskly, "My Lord, please!"

"Hahaha~~ Let's go and see this Daling Royal Capital! Hahaha, the Royal Capital!"

The Dayong Dynasty had never acknowledged the Da Ling Dynasty. Until now, everyone in Dayong still calls them the Donghai Hu people or Hu thieves.

And the King of Daling in front of him was just a joke in Liang Chu's eyes.

The group entered Fushan City. The interior of Fushan City was very simple and did not look like a capital city at all. Not to mention compared with Dayong Kyoto, it was even inferior to Anyuan City. The not-so-wide streets were lined with adobe houses on both sides, which looked extremely primitive.

In terms of area, Fushan City is larger than Anyuan City, and its previous population was similar to that of Anyuan City, but the Donghai Hu people's architectural techniques and cultural heritage are too low-end and shallow.

This makes the interior of Fushan City look like a country village, except for the royal court located in the center of the city, which has a sense of magnificence.

After all, this is the capital of the Daling Dynasty and the center of the Gorqin clan. Most of the Gorqin clan’s wealth is in this city.

When Liang Chu and his party arrived at the royal court, teams of soldiers were busy moving the treasures in the royal court.

Liang Chu stepped forward, opened a large box, and casually grabbed a handful of pearls and jadeite. "The Gorqin family is still very wealthy, but their leader is like a miser. He only knows how to store his wealth in the warehouse and is not willing to use it at all."

Are the Hu people in Donghai very poor?
Judging from the ordinary Hu people, they are really poor, poorer than most people in Dayong.

However, the nobles of the Hu ethnic group were very wealthy. They owned tens of thousands of cattle, sheep and horses. They could exchange cattle, sheep, horses, various furs and medicinal herbs for gold, silver, jewelry, silk, tea, porcelain and so on.

Although Darong prohibited trade with the Hu people, there were always some desperate merchants who would sneak out of the country to trade with them, and even military officers cooperated with them.

The Liang family's treason case that was previously investigated by the Secret Guards was actually just a case of smuggling in a border town. It was only because the case might involve Prince Qing that it was targeted by the Secret Guards.

If the Secret Guards hadn't been keeping an eye on it, no one would care about these things.

Of course, this was in the past. After Lu Chongde and Liang Chu took office, when they cooperated with the Secret Guards to blockade the Liang family's convoy, they also blocked other smuggling merchants.

Therefore, there are not many merchants in Chongshan Town who trade with the Hu people now.

Yang Zhengshan stood next to Zhou Lan, looking at the treasures, but he didn't think much about them.

This is not his trophy, he has no right to deal with it.

Besides, he had already taken enough things before, and if he took more, it might bring disaster.

People should not be too greedy and should not always think about putting things into their own pockets. Sometimes they still have to consider the impact.

"My lord, how should we deal with the prisoners in the city?" Duan Hua asked.

This time they did not massacre the city, and many Hu people in the city became their prisoners.

There were quite a few of them, probably more than 20,000, almost all of them were members of the Gorqin clan.

Liang Chu thought for a moment and said, "Keep him under guard for now. I will report the situation here to His Majesty first!"

This battle was a great victory, so naturally we have to report the credit to His Majesty the Emperor.

Prisoners and spoils of war are both factors for showing off one's merit.

Liang Chu knew the nature of the court very well. He could not afford to make any mistakes at this time, otherwise someone in the court would definitely jump out to impeach him.

Afterwards, the few of them made a brief inspection in the royal court, and Zhou Lan and Yang Zhengshan led their soldiers to withdraw from Fushan City.

From now on, Fushan City will be Liang Chu's home ground, and all affairs will be decided by Liang Chu. He and Zhou Lan no longer need to worry about it.

After withdrawing from Fushan City, Zhou Lan and Yang Zhengshan built a camp on an open space in the north of the city.

After a night of hard fighting, the soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and the garrison battalion lost nearly two hundred soldiers again.

By now, only half of the more than a thousand soldiers in the garrison camp were left.

However, in terms of the casualty ratio, the garrison battalion's casualty ratio was already small.

Zhou Lan's reinforcement battalion of 8,000 soldiers now has less than 3,000 left.

The cruelty of war is reflected in these shocking numbers and even more so in the battlefield where blood and fire are intertwined.

However, the war is not over yet.

Although Fushan City has been breached, the Donghai Hu tribe still has a lot of strength left.

On the third day after the Battle of Fushan City, Wang Bin arrived at Fushan City with less than a thousand cavalrymen.

Looking at the exhausted Wang Bin, Zhou Lan and Yang Zhengshan both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, I'm so tired!"

After finding the camp, Wang Bin jumped off his horse, cursed, then asked for a bucket of cold water and gulped it down.

The soldiers behind him were in a similar situation. Many of them were exhausted and rolled off their horses.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and prepare water and food for the brothers!"

Yang Zhengshan hurriedly shouted to Han Cheng and Yang Mingzhi beside him.

The two men came to their senses and immediately invited the soldiers to drink water and eat.

After Wang Bin recovered his breath, Yang Zhengshan said with a smile: "We are relieved to see you come back!"

Although Wang Bin and his soldiers looked miserable, Yang Zhengshan had noticed that their numbers were not too small, and it was obvious that they had not been caught up by the Hu cavalry along the way.

"Hey, stop talking. This is the first time in my life that I've been so miserable. I was chased for six days and six nights!"

"We were able to rest for the first three days, but we hardly stopped for the last three days. Even the horses were exhausted!"

Wang Bin complained to Zhou Lan and Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan personally brought him a bowl of rice porridge and said with a smile: "That's really hard work, General!"

Wang Bin held the rice porridge and slurped it up.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, Yang Zhengshan arranged a tent for him to rest.

Wang Bin's return also made Liang Chu feel relieved. Liang Chu personally ran over to see Wang Bin, but when he came over, Wang Bin was sleeping like a dead pig.

In the following days, everyone dealt with matters in Fushan City while allowing the soldiers to rest.

(End of this chapter)