Chapter Ten: Old Soldiers Never Die

Beneath Hongshan Fort, Tang soldiers busily and eagerly cleaned the battlefield.

Of course, due to the biting cold, tidying the field was no easy task. Blood long since congealed had frozen the mangled bodies into the ice and snow, making what should have been easily plucked heads require tremendous effort to retrieve. Each severed head demanded relentless hacking with knives and prying with spears. Though exhausting, the soldiers worked with the zeal of farmers at harvest, no one begrudging the toil.

The Tang troops were thorough: not only stripping armor from corpses but even peeling off the tattered pelts from the Turkic warriors. They dragged the fallen horses’ bodies across the icy ground into Hongshan Fort. The soldiers were shrewd—though the Turkic armor and weapons were shabby, iron was precious. Even in Chang’an, a pound of refined iron fetched hundreds of coins. A battered blade could still sell for hundreds. Every bit counted.

One soldier fumbled with a decayed head, so ruined it resembled a rotten melon. Tang military merit was measured by heads, but unrecognizable ones could not be counted. Many Turkic skulls were crushed by hooves, disqualifying them from credits, which the soldiers lamented.

With great effort, the soldier pried a gold tooth from the decayed head and shouted with triumph.

At the gate of Hongshan Fort, Luo Shixin chewed on a palm-sized piece of roasted lamb, watching the soldiers below clean the battlefield. Blood and grayish brain matter still clung to his armor, but he showed no sign of discomfort.

“The scouts must be at least thirty li out; that gives us fifteen minutes to prepare!” Luo Shixin said to Zhang Shigui. “Better to push the scouts right into Bogu City.”

“General Luo, rest assured. I will personally oversee it and ensure nothing goes wrong!” Zhang Shigui replied.

“You don’t need to go,” Luo Shixin said. “The battlefield will soon be cleared. You should tally the results and record the soldiers’ merits.”

“As you command!”

Zhang Shigui led about a hundred of the Yue cavalry galloping toward Bogu City.

Duan Zhigan complained to Luo Shixin, “Hongshan Fort is far too small to house a large army. Five hundred men is already at capacity.”

“That’s not enough!” Luo Shixin insisted. “If the Turks counterattack, five hundred won’t hold Hongshan Fort. You should know Chen Commander’s true purpose for this battle. We’re bait—Chen warned us repeatedly to avoid losing both men and weapons.”

Originally, Chen Ying wanted to replace Luo Shixin and personally command the deceptive tactics, but his poor horsemanship forced him to yield command.

“So what do we do?” Duan Zhigan asked. “We can’t possibly fight the Turks in open battle, can we?”

“Certainly not!” Luo Shixin said. “The Turks outnumber us too greatly; an open field battle would be disastrous.”

“How about this—build walls from corpses!” Zhang Shigui suggested thoughtfully. “With so many Turkic bodies, we can repurpose them. Not just their bodies, but their broken weapons too!”

Duan Zhigan was surprised. “How would we use them?”

“Simple!” Zhang Shigui picked up a crude spiked club and stabbed its handle into a snowdrift, then urinated on it. Soon, it froze hard as iron.

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