Chapter 52: Ming Has Its Loyal and Worthy Men

After passing this village, there would be no such shop again. Gu Zhenhua knew clearly that the number of warhorses he could seize this time would determine the size of his cavalry. He had to act decisively. Leading the charge, he scattered the guards like bandits and surged into the horse stables.

“Brothers, Mongol cavalrymen are equipped with six horses each. You each ride one and take five others along—that’s enough,” Li Xu shouted loudly, observing the chaotic crowd.

“Brother Li, isn’t it three horses per cavalryman? When did it become six?” Gu Zhenhua asked, puzzled.

Li Xu laughed heartily. “Lord Gu, you’re an outsider to this. Three horses per man is for battle, but warhorses are like people—some get sick, some are pregnant, some old and weak. To field three healthy horses in battle, you need six as backup!”

Hearing this, Gu Zhenhua suddenly understood. Just as any weapon requires spares, so do warhorses. Yet, thinking of the consumption, his head ached. One warhorse cost nearly the equivalent of three soldiers; with six horses per cavalryman, one cavalryman’s real consumption equated to eighteen times that of an infantryman!

They might go broke just feeding the horses!

Still, Gu Zhenhua quickly pushed such thoughts aside; that was a problem for later. The urgent matter was to seize the warhorses—under no circumstances could they be left for Wu Sangui.

Without warhorses, how could the great traitor guide the Qing forces? The greater their loss, the more time they would have. Even if he couldn’t take all the horses, they must be destroyed—nothing could be left to aid the enemy.

Gu Zhenhua’s resolve hardened. By now, the soldiers had divided the horses—six per man, totaling more than twelve thousand warhorses, an astonishing scale.

Having once seized over seven hundred horses from Li Yan, Gu Zhenhua had felt suddenly wealthy. Now, with over ten thousand horses, he could practically walk with impunity!

“Lord, there are more than three thousand packhorses here. Should we take them too?” Yue Polu asked hesitantly.

Gu Zhenhua frowned. “Taking more warhorses is fine, but never at the expense of combat strength. We still need to fight. Take only what you can manage. If you can’t take them, kill them all.”

“Lord, that would be such a pity.”

“If left for the Qing, it’s not a pity but a curse!” Gu Zhenhua said sternly. “Mercy has no place in command. At critical moments, one must steel one’s heart.”

“Lord!” Nearby, Zou Tong spoke softly. “I have a way to drive all the packhorses away.”

“Oh? You have that skill?”

Guo Yunlong chuckled beside him. “Lord, Zou Tong isn’t lying. He’s usually in charge of herding horses. Give him a few men to watch over thousands of horses—no problem at all.”

Gu Zhenhua couldn’t help but admire the value of all kinds of people. Zou Tong had once tried to trap him at a martial contest, but now he realized it had been wise not to hold him accountable. At least the boy was useful.

“Good, Zou Tong. Drive the horses well. For every horse driven out of the city, I’ll reward you one tael of silver!”

Zou Tong swallowed hard. “Lord, is that true? What if I drive out ten thousand horses?”

“Not only will I give you ten thousand taels of silver, but also ten thousand acres of land. It all depends on your ability to profit.”

Zou Tong’s eyes gleamed red. Without hesitation, he mounted a horse and rode toward the packhorses, whistling as he went. Over three thousand packhorses were soon herded away.

With over twelve thousand warhorses and more than three thousand packhorses, this haul was remarkable. Along with over two thousand cavalrymen, Gu Zhenhua was fully satisfied.

It was time to plan their exit from the city. Just as Gu Zhenhua left the stables, a carriage suddenly approached, escorted by several cavalrymen. In moments, it arrived before the stables.

The curtain was lifted, revealing Li Jibo, panting heavily, clutching a bundle of items.

“Mr. Li, you’ve finally arrived. I feared Wu Sangui had discovered a traitor and captured you.”

“Hahaha, I’ve weathered every storm. Wu Sangui capturing me is wishful thinking,” Li Jibo laughed. “Lord Gu, now that you’ve seized these warhorses, what next?”

“Of course, we’re leaving the city. This place is far too dangerous!”

“Scoundrel!” Li Jibo’s eyes widened. Suddenly, he threw the bundle in his arms at Gu Zhenhua.

“I’ll smash you, you disloyal scoundrel!”

Gu Zhenhua caught the bundle with quick reflexes and shouted in surprise, “Old Li, what madness is this? Are you trying to assassinate me?”

“How dare you call yourself ‘lord’? Who granted you that title? The Crown Prince is still in danger, yet you think only of escape—how unfaithful and unfilial!”

“Father, Lord Gu did not abandon the Crown Prince, but the safety of so many brothers is also crucial.”

“Well said, son. I risked my life to retrieve the imperial seal and the will from the commander’s mansion. Yet you lot don’t care for the Crown Prince. It infuriates me!”

At this, Gu Zhenhua unwrapped the bundle—it was the imperial seal and the will of Emperor Chongzhen. Originally in Wu Sangui’s possession, the old man had reclaimed them. Gu Zhenhua was overjoyed.

“Old Li, I appreciate your loyalty, but don’t underestimate others. I already dispatched Gao Hongtu to escort the Crown Prince. Perhaps he has already brought him here.”

Li Jibo nodded at this, then added, “Gu Zhenhua, I heard the Qing forced Wu Sangui to shave his head. Once shaved, he’s a Qing subject. Wu Sangui might harm the Crown Prince to prove loyalty to his new masters. You must hurry and protect the Prince—he can’t be endangered.”

Gu Zhenhua was suddenly awakened to the reality. Wu Sangui had personally strangled Emperor Yongli; such a madman was capable of anything. The Crown Prince still had use; he must not fall to Wu Sangui.

With this in mind, Gu Zhenhua quickly rallied his men and rode out to meet them.

Meanwhile, as Gu Zhenhua was repositioning his troops, Gao Hongtu was already embroiled in fierce combat. Following Gu Zhenhua’s orders, he had secretly stationed himself near the Crown Prince’s courtyard to protect Zhu Cilang.

When the battle erupted, Gu Zhenhua ordered Gao Hongtu to extract the Crown Prince and leave the city together.

Gao Hongtu dared not delay. With his soldiers, he launched a surprise attack within the courtyard and seized Zhu Cilang. Everything went smoothly, but as they reached the street corner, a force blocked their path.

Leading them was Yang Ming, Wu Sangui’s favored general. Beside him stood an old eunuch—Kou Gui.

Seeing them, Gao Hongtu’s eyes widened. “Old eunuch, did you betray us and warn that traitor Wu Sangui?”

Kou Gui laughed shrilly like a night owl. “You are the real traitors, daring to abduct the Crown Prince. You deserve to die.”

Yang Ming sneered. “No need for words—kill them all!”

At his command, Yang Ming charged forward. Although Gao Hongtu’s Jingying soldiers were capable, they were no match for the fierce Guanning army retainers. In the first clash, over a dozen were cut down. Gao Hongtu himself was no match for Yang Ming—just one blow severed a chunk of flesh from his shoulder, blood staining half his body.

But Gao Hongtu, bearing the Crown Prince’s safety, gritted his teeth and fought desperately.

Suddenly, from afar came the thunder of hooves. Wu Sangui, accompanied by Yang Kun and others, charged forward.

From a distance, Wu Sangui shouted, “The Ming Crown Prince has disappeared! This is an impostor! They’ve deceived me—kill them all!”

His words shocked everyone present, especially Kou Gui. He had tried to frame Gu Zhenhua, only for Li Jibo to intervene. Later, Wu Sangui sweet-talked the eunuch into “protecting” the Crown Prince.

Driven by hatred for Gu Zhenhua, Kou Gui readily agreed. It had been he who betrayed Gao Hongtu’s rescue attempt.

Yet Kou Gui never expected Wu Sangui to intend to kill the Crown Prince. Though power-hungry and jealous, the old eunuch still held some loyalty to the Ming. Suddenly, he went mad and lunged at Wu Sangui.

“You dog! You promised to protect the Prince’s ascension. Why deceive me?”

Wu Sangui sneered contemptuously. Though he had recognized Gao Qiqian as his godfather, he despised eunuchs from the heart. They were mere bullies wielding borrowed power. With the emperor gone, eunuchs were worthless.

Before Kou Gui reached him, Wu Sangui’s long sword stabbed forward, impaling the eunuch. Kou Gui’s corpse fell beneath the horse, gurgling and kicking its last.

Wu Sangui spurred his horse and charged at Gao Hongtu’s men. He intended to kill the Crown Prince himself, exchanging his head for Qing reinforcements.

In his youth, Wu Sangui had bravely broken through enemy lines to rescue his father. Gao Hongtu and his men underestimated his prowess. Charging forth, Wu Sangui swung his Seven-Star Sword, cutting down six or seven men. The Crown Prince’s carriage was within reach. The great traitor recklessly surged forward.

“Stop, you dog traitor!” came a shout.

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