Chapter 46: The Defeated General Li Shiwu

The anticipation for Li Shiwu reached its peak. Everyone believed that this time, Li Shiwu would surely defeat Ger Dunmu.

One by one, they raised their cups and drank. The people inside the military tent seemed to dismiss the Tibetan army’s advance entirely, showing no sense of crisis. It was as if they had already secured their escape routes.

Zhang Chao was different. He had staked his entire fortune, planning to begin his campaign to reclaim the territory next year. Unexpectedly, the Tibetan bandits launched a massive assault during the autumn harvest.

In the past, their provocations had been similar but mostly showy gestures—dispatching numerous mounted raiders to plunder the villages around Sha City without the direct pressure of a full army. Only Zhang Chao earnestly hoped Li Shiwu would prevail. If Li Shiwu won, they could unite the so-called noble families to further intimidate the enemy. The Tibetan army would retreat for the time being, and the remaining bandits pillaging the countryside would be a minor issue.

Outside the camp, Li Shiwu had just come face to face with Ger Dunmu. Having already slain two men, Ger Dunmu was at the height of his arrogance. Seeing Li Shiwu emerge weak and frail, he immediately looked down on him. During their brief encounter, Ger Dunmu deliberately held back.

As expected, Li Shiwu glanced at Ger Dunmu and thought, This man isn’t impressive, not even as good as Zhao Mang. How could he have taken down two captains in a row? And why was he panting like that?

After a few rounds, Ger Dunmu grew bored, while Li Shiwu openly underestimated him. At their final clash, Ger Dunmu showed no mercy and slammed his hammer down fiercely.

Li Shiwu thought Ger Dunmu would attack as before and simply raised his sword to block, but a tremendous force surged through his arm. He was thrown from his horse and, midair, adjusted his posture. Upon landing, he braced himself with a foot, sliding nearly ten meters before barely managing to dissipate the force.

The searing pain from his torn hand reminded him sharply: if he didn’t flee now, it was over.

Stopping for a moment, Li Shiwu wasted no hesitation and turned to run, completely disregarding honor or victory. His sole thought was survival.

From the Tibetan army behind him came mocking voices.

“I thought he was some big shot, but he’s just been knocked down by Lord Dunmu’s hammer!”

“The Wei soldiers are truly pathetic!”

Someone even shouted loudly, infecting the troops with their jeers.

Li Shiwu, having fought the Tibetans before, recognized the tone: these were the victorious cries to boost morale.

Ger Dunmu, mounted, did not pursue but raised his hammer and roared, utterly dismissing Li Shiwu. He watched as the man fled like a rat.

Ger Dunmu shouted, “Cowardly rodents fleeing! If Daying’s strength is only this much, they might as well go home and tend sheep!”

“Our army will surely wash Sha City in blood!”

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