Chapter 16: Slaying Two from Tubo
Zhao Mang watched the distant figures warily. He quickly called out quietly within the camp, “Xiao Han, come up and see if those three are Tibetan bandits.”
Xiao Han, ignoring the food in his hands, moved swiftly like a swallow and climbed the watchtower in a few strides. Standing beside Zhao Mang, he looked in the direction Zhao had pointed.
Having spent years on reconnaissance, Xiao Han’s experience was vast. Even from such a distance, he immediately recognized the three horsemen—they were a Tibetan bandit scouting party.
Normally, such figures wouldn’t appear in this region. Today, for some unknown reason, they had come here. Of course, neither Zhao Mang nor Xiao Han cared about their reasons for being here.
Hearing Xiao Han’s assessment, Zhao Mang’s eyes gleamed with desire. To him, those three figures were nothing less than naked wealth—or rather, pure military merit and pay.
Zhao Mang quickly made preparations. He had Xiao Han call the camp’s men to hold their positions firmly. Meanwhile, he climbed atop the camp walls, his gaze fixed intently on the three approaching Tibetan bandits.
After a moment, Xiao Han returned with surprising news. The two ordinary soldiers trembled uncontrollably at the sight of the bandits, even wanting to light the beacon and flee. But the two ruffians guarding the beacon, perhaps because Zhao Mang had given them money, did not flee as expected. Instead, they calmly took up their longbows and stood atop the ramparts.
Zhao Mang was shocked. He hadn’t expected the ordinary soldiers in the camp to be so cowardly, far less brave than the two guards at the beacon.
Meanwhile, the Tibetan bandits drew closer. When they were about fifty paces from the beacon, Zhao Mang exchanged a few words with Xiao Han, then leapt down from the wall and walked slowly toward them.
The two guards on the wall watched him as if he were a dead man. They had seen Zhao Mang’s great strength while repairing the camp, but that didn’t mean he could tear apart Tibetan bandits barehanded. To them, Zhao Mang was simply courting death. Their previously favorable impression of him faded instantly.
Zhao Mang was not boasting; he simply underestimated the three Tibetan scouts.
From afar, the bandits saw a lone figure step forward toward them and grew excited.
Three against one, cavalry against infantry—the advantage was theirs.
The three bandits let out strange cries, “Hey hey hey!” drawing their long knives, they charged forward. Clearly, they did not consider Zhao Mang a threat, seeing him as just a common soldier. Abandoning their mounted archery tactics, they intended to toy with this lone infantryman.
But they hadn’t realized that this mindset would be their doom.
As Zhao Mang continued his steady approach, the lead bandit was about fifty paces away when suddenly Zhao Mang stopped hesitating. He drew his bow, aimed carefully, and let an arrow fly.
With a swift whistle, the arrow cut through the air like lightning, leaving a faint trail.
The three-stone bow was easily drawn in Zhao Mang’s hands, and the shot was direct—aimed at the lead bandit’s eye.
Sure enough, the bandit, blinded by excitement and the dimming twilight, failed to notice Zhao Mang’s action. The arrow struck true.
The lead bandit, still charging, fell from his horse instantly.
At less than twenty paces apart now, Zhao Mang seized the moment, breaking into a run toward the remaining two.
The remaining bandits, now down one comrade, lost their earlier bravado and grew cautious, watching Zhao Mang’s approach carefully.
Relying on their horses’ momentum, they swung their blades fiercely at the infantryman.
Cavalry’s strength lies in charge, mobility, and mounted archery—like the White Horse Yi Troops of the Three Kingdoms era.
But here, those advantages vanished.
Zhao Mang, agile and nimble, easily dodged the short-range charges.
In the moment their paths crossed, Zhao Mang avoided the attack and gripped his long horizontal blade tightly, striking fiercely at one bandit’s abdomen.
Thanks to his immense strength, the cavalry’s charge was no challenge.
His blade sliced cleanly through the bandit’s torso, severing him in two while still mounted.
The bandit’s eerie laugh abruptly ceased.
The last bandit, drenched in cold sweat, tried to pull his horse back and flee.
At that moment, Zhu Qiqi and Wang Mazi inside the camp, seeing Zhao Mang’s double slay, were stirred to fight. They hurriedly raised their bows and fired.
Whether intentionally or not, one arrow repeatedly flew toward Zhao Mang, while another barely grazed a bandit’s chest but was stopped by armor, causing little harm.
Watching the bandit gallop away, Zhao Mang, ready to shoot again, suddenly stopped. An idea crossed his mind.
If he let this bandit go, would they return with reinforcements? That meant more military merit for him.
Thinking so, he put away his bow and let the fleeing bandit escape.
He then approached the fallen bandit and began scavenging.
Xiao Han, seeing this, hurriedly climbed down and came over.
The men collected the two horses and brought them back to camp.
But Zhao Mang was annoyed. The bandits carried no money, only a small amount of dried meat for travel. Tasting it, he found it not bad.
After all, what soldier would carry money into battle?
Two ordinary soldiers finally arrived late, decapitating the two bandits and hastily burying their bodies.
Back at camp, Zhao Mang issued new orders.
“Wang Kang, take the heads of these two bandits to claim your military merit and explain the situation to the fire chief.”
“Xiao Han, finish the topographic map near Dunzi Peak as soon as possible. We must prepare early—next time it might not be just three.”
Turning to the three still awaiting orders, Zhao Mang recalled the arrow shot at him.
At such close range, even a poor shot shouldn’t have missed him. He had been some distance from the bandits at the time.
If an arrow could miss at such close range, it was unacceptable. No soldier with skill would become an archer.
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