Li Ping'an said, "Going on like this is just asking to die. Come kill the Turks behind us with me, and we'll all go back together!"
The man Li Ping'an had kicked to the ground earlier staggered to his feet.
He looked at Li Ping'an and gritted his teeth.
"Fuck it, let's do it! I've been bottling up this fucking anger long enough."
Soon, another four or five men stepped forward.
Counting the twenty-five from before, Li Ping'an had gathered another twenty-odd men.
More than forty in all.
An ambush naturally called for bows and arrows.
Li Ping'an sent them to seize bows from the other routed soldiers; some soldiers still had bows in their hands.
One routed soldier refused to hand his over, and the bearded man slapped him twice across the face.
"Damn it, are you taking this thing along to run for your life? Let me tell you, we're going to ambush the Turks!"
"Why did you hit me?" the routed soldier asked, feeling terribly wronged.
The bearded man swaggered away.
Soon, they had gathered more than twenty bows.
The archers lay in ambush in the woods, with orders to loose every arrow in the first volley.
After the routed soldiers had all passed, quite some time went by before the Turks appeared.
They followed the Great Sui's routed troops at a leisurely pace, utterly unaware of the approaching danger.
In an instant, every one of them became a target.
"Enemy attack!"
The Turks were stunned by the attack, never having expected a band of routed Great Sui soldiers to charge out.
Seeing that the arrows were nearly spent, Li Ping'an led the charge on Old Ox.
Old Ox was like a moving hill, either sending the soldiers in his path flying or trampling their bodies