Chương 594: This is a complete destruction.

At this moment, a secret agent sent by Lu Bing brought an urgent message, which was sent by fast horse.

"Report! Generals! The Kushan Empire has learned of the great chaos in the Western Regions and has dispatched 50, 000 elite troops, led by General Shapur, who have now crossed the Pamir Mountains and are heading towards Shule!"

They want to take advantage of our unstable foothold, to weaken the Western Regions through mutual destruction, and then seize back the Western Regions to plunder! Those old bastards, they've come at the worst possible time!

Upon hearing this, Xue Rengui immediately stood up and angrily said:

"Those ignorant Kushans! They dare to provoke us even though we haven't attacked them! I'll wipe them all out! I'll show them why flowers are so red!"

Su Lie waved his hand and said, "Ren Gui, calm down. Since they've come to us, let's teach them a lesson they'll never forget. Let them know that the territory of the Han Dynasty is not for anyone to covet. Kill one if they come, kill two if they come."

Cao Cao stroked his beard and chuckled, his eyes narrowing into slits:

"I have a plan. There is a place called Congling Valley on the eastern foot of the Pamir Mountains. It is surrounded by high mountains on both sides, with sheer cliffs. There is only a narrow passage in the middle, which is the only way for the Kushan army to come to Shule."

We can set an ambush there and wipe them all out. That's like catching a turtle in a jar.

Su Lie nodded and said, "Mengde's plan is excellent. Let's do it this way."

He immediately ordered: "Xue Rengui and Cao Cao, you two lead 40, 000 cavalry to circle around to the rear of the Congling Valley and ambush them, blocking their retreat. I will lead 60, 000 troops, carrying all the artillery, and ambush them at the valley entrance."

Once the Kushan army has completely entered the valley, we will attack from both sides and annihilate them all! Not a single one will escape!

"Here you go!"

The generals accepted the order and immediately led the army to set off.

Overnight, the Han army vanished from Shule City, silently ambushing in every corner of the Congling Valley, even digging up the stoves, leaving no trace.

Thousands of tiger-squatting cannons and hundreds of divine-mighty general cannons were all set up at the mouth of the valley, their dark muzzles pointed at the valley, and the artillerymen lay prone behind the cannons, their fingers on the fuses.

The musketeers lay prone on the hillside, bullets already loaded, rifle butts against their shoulders, waiting for the order.

...

The Kushan army arrived as scheduled at noon the following day.

Fifty thousand elite Kushan troops, lined up in neat columns, marched into the Pamir Mountains in a grand and imposing manner.

Banners fluttered, armor gleamed, and war elephants led the way, like a moving wall.

General Shapur, mounted on his horse, wore an arrogant smile and had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, showing no regard for the Han army.

They assumed that the Han army and the Western Regions states had both been exhausted and were now just a motley crew, easily defeated and would run away after a few hits.

"General," a lieutenant said, frowning as he looked at the towering mountain walls on either side.

"This valley has a treacherous terrain. Shouldn't we be careful? What if there's an ambush? The Han army isn't stupid."

Shapur laughed heartily, "An ambush? The Han army has long been terrified of us. How dare they ambush us here? Don't worry, once we take Shule, I'll treat you to the finest wine and Western Region women! I've heard the women of Shule are incredibly beautiful!"

Just then, a cannon shot suddenly rang out in the valley.

The sound echoed through the valley...

"Fire!" Su Lie commanded, his voice echoing through the empty valley.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Thousands of tiger-squatting cannons and hundreds of divine might general cannons fired simultaneously, raining down shells on the Kushan army in the valley.

The sound of cannons echoed, the earth shook, the entire valley trembled, and rubble fell from the mountainside with a clatter.

The ground was silent for a moment.

Then, the sky collapsed.

The shrill roar of thousands of Tiger Crouching Cannons and the muffled thunder of hundreds of Divine Might General Cannons, squeezed and echoed by the mountain walls on both sides, twisted into a tangible, overwhelming torrent of sound that first filled the entire valley.

The sound was so loud it could deafen you, make your head buzz, and make you unable to hear anything.

The troops at the bottom of the valley were immediately "plowed" by artillery shells.

The raised shield shattered like paper, the exquisite armor was torn apart along with the flesh beneath, and the mournful cries of warhorses and elephants were instantly cut off, turning into a muffled thud.

In the most densely populated area, a thick cloud of crimson smoke, a mixture of blood mist, dust, and metal fragments, rose up.

Shells exploded in the crowd, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the place, like a rain of blood.

The shells kept falling, one wave after another, relentlessly washing over and churning everything in the valley.

The valley was filled with the sounds of boiling water.

In the intervals between these deadly iron showers, the even heavier "Thunder," belonging to the Divine Might General Cannon, pierced down.

The heavy, solid projectiles whistled as they crashed into the crowd.

Unlike shotguns that cover the area, they carry out point-to-point, devastating elimination.

A bullet landed in a dense square formation, not to kill, but to "open up" a bloody alley. Wherever the bullet passed, human bodies, weapons, and even stones on the ground were "splashed" out like pebbles thrown into water, leaving a slippery, sticky path covered with debris, a bloody mess.

Another bullet struck the side of a war elephant, and the behemoth, along with the tower on its back, was overturned and crushed like a toy. As the massive body fell, it also crushed a clearing.

The war elephant let out a final, mournful cry, then crashed to the ground, crushing several of its own men to death.

The entire valley trembled.

This is not a description.

The continuous and intense shelling caused tremors, which, combined with the echoes from the mountain walls on both sides, made the earth tremble continuously, like an earthquake, for several minutes.

The Kushan soldiers could barely stand. Amid the continuous tremors, deafening roars, and death falling from the sky, organization, commands, courage—everything that belonged to human society—was evaporating at a visible rate.

The flag fell, and was immediately trampled into the muddy flesh.

The bugle call had long since ceased; even the buglers who sounded it had been blown away.

The initial shock quickly turned into boundless fear. The surviving soldiers surged blindly, pushing, shoving, and trampling like a flood bursting its banks, all in an effort to escape the center from which death was constantly falling.

Some people were trampled to death, some...

They ran back and found a group of cavalry blocking the entrance at the back of the valley, a dark mass with guns pointed at them.

Now the entire valley is sealed off, and they have nowhere to escape. They can only wander aimlessly in the inferno of iron and fire, like ants on a hot pan, waiting for the next wave of steel rain to fall.

Some knelt and begged for mercy, some burst into tears, and some frantically climbed the mountain...

The smoke and dust grew thicker and thicker, obscuring the sunlight and turning daytime into a gloomy dusk.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, the strong stench of blood, the stench of ruptured entrails, and the terrible stench of burnt flesh.

This scent, once smelled, will stay with you for a lifetime.

This is no longer a battle, or even a massacre.

This was utter destruction.