Chapter 8: The Battle of Pingnan

Historical records state that on October 29th of the 23rd year of Shǔtiān, General Wu Hanluan of the Great Yao Dynasty’s Qiansu Pavilion led a decisive battle in the Chilian Mountain Range, intercepting and annihilating six rebellious tribes of the Serpent People, slaying over six thousand.

In truth, during this battle, Wu Hanluan only directly blocked and killed about eighteen hundred Serpent warriors from the mountains—precisely the prime fighting force of three Serpent clans. The figure of six thousand included, besides this, the elderly and infirm Serpents slain in earlier and subsequent mop-up operations, as well as those cut down in days of harassment near the Wufei grain depot, all reported as battle kills.

Why inflate the numbers this way? Because the heads taken in battle were valued higher, whereas slaughtering villagers would inevitably draw criticism from Confucian and Legalist officials in the court. It’s akin to expense reporting in a previous life: claiming reimbursement for cups as laboratory beakers rather than teacups, since research funding was more justifiable than hospitality expenses.

Putting this aside, the fact that battle kills were more valuable indirectly reveals one truth: unrest in the frontier could only be settled decisively through pitched battle.

The underground battle unfolded as follows:

From the vantage of Wu’s army, looking across the battlefield, the Serpent warriors swarmed like a mass of restless eels—wild and frantic, darting about as if struck by a chaotic storm. Wu Hanluan observed all this, calculating that once these were all cut down, ten years of peace in the southern border would be secured—after all, the Serpents required time to hatch new offspring.

Armored crossbowmen bearing shields lined the slopes beside the tunnel, sitting in rows. Using a foot-operated spanning mechanism, they loaded their heavy five-stone crossbows, each mounted with shafts inscribed with “Wind Mastery” runes. These runed shafts flew with no resistance, easily covering one hundred and eighty paces.

The Great Yao Dynasty possessed firearms. Behind Wu’s lines, four heavy cannons pulled by oxen stood ready—finest artillery at the time. Yet, muskets had not replaced bows and crossbows; the range of wind-runed bolts exceeded that of gunpowder bullets.

Bullets could not be inscribed with Wind Mastery runes—not only because of their small size and the labor involved, but because the runes capable of withstanding the explosive barrel flame required costly “purple copper” to craft. Premium rune paper was expensive enough; purifying purple copper to absolute purity was even more so.

Thus, the musket’s effective range was about one hundred paces, while crossbow bolts reached one hundred sixty.

Those who formed their ranks first held the advantage.

Once the armored crossbowmen confirmed the collapse of the Serpent vanguard and their retreat behind the main body, they rose and advanced steadily.

At the same time, stalactites dripping with slick cave water began to interfere with the climbing Serpents, causing some to slip and fall.

When the crossbowmen were three hundred paces from the main Serpent force, a thunderous roar echoed through the cavern. Flames burst forth from the cannon’s mouth, launching projectiles eight hundred paces away.

Among the Serpent ranks, three massive python warriors were cleaved in two by the bouncing cannonballs, their severed bodies spraying blood. The upper halves clawed at the ground while the lower halves dangled in the shallow limewater river nearby, leaving spreading bloodstains.

The Serpent commanders could no longer rally their troops, instead sending their kin and loyalists into a chaotic surge.

Calling these Serpent leaders “commanders” was generous; true command required military acumen, which these primitive tribes lacked. Their authority depended on brute strength or sorcery.

Each Serpent fighter, though unfamiliar with the Yao battle formations, knew that failure to follow their leader meant annihilation by cannon fire.

If hissing panic rose to a deafening roar, survival depended on outrunning one’s comrades.

Wu Hanluan stroked the mane of his winged tiger as the chaotic tide of Serpents surged into his crossbowmen’s firing range.

On the opposite end of the battlefield, the Taoist practitioner who had received Wu’s banner command stood atop a ritual altar. As he completed his incantation, a mystical force enveloped the weapons of the armored long spear soldiers at the front, their blades gleaming with an otherworldly cold light.

This group spell enhanced the piercing power of the long spears, akin to sharpening all spear tips just before battle, making them both sharper and more dazzling.

The crossbowmen unleashed the first volley of a torrential arrow storm against the charging Serpents.

The Serpent chieftain only felt a dark cloud of sharp projectiles crashing down, then found himself pinned to the ground, trampled by his own kind.

Those struck down staggered, pulling out arrows and trying to rise, but their momentum shattered. These tribal Serpents fought alongside their own warriors; when a comrade fell, others paused to check if he could stand before pressing on.

Such conduct was manageable in small skirmishes, but in a battle involving thousands, when the front line stalled and mixed with trailing forces, the second round of cannon fire slammed into the tangled mass. Flesh and bone exploded as cannonballs tore through, sowing terror and slowing their advance further.

With the second wave of arrows decimating the front ranks, that group began to retreat. Yet soon a powerful Serpent from behind surged into the fleeing ranks, rallying them for another charge.

The Serpent horde pressed closer to Wu’s lines—one hundred paces, eighty, fifty—each step littered with corpses. Within ten paces, the armored crossbowmen unleashed a final deadly volley; within this range, the heavy crossbows required no aiming, mowing down rows of Serpents like scythes.

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