After this overwhelming war at the cost of a lot of blood, the Tatars finally knew that their bow and horse seemed to be worthless on the battlefield, and they could not kill the enemy or even defend themselves. After breaking the door, how could anyone have the will to resist?

So, except for the pain and horror of the Tatars everywhere, the Han army shouted and killed.

The Han army battalions, with an unstoppable momentum, rushed out from both directions, but used light cavalry lances. The grenadiers held grenades and threw them out without hesitation. When the firelight came together, the dense Tatars fled like flocks of sheep in the circle, fleeing in the opposite direction in horror. Then the infantry directly fired with cavalry lances.

Many tents were lit with raging fires, and there were fires everywhere. The camps that lasted for several miles were shrouded in flames, as if they were lit up the earth. In the fires, there were people running away from all directions.

There were not many people in the Han army's position, only Ye Chunqiu stood high on the observation deck and looked into the distance from afar. When he saw the fire of the Tatar camp, Ye Chunqiu understood that the once arrogant Tatar cavalry had completely destroyed. I am afraid that within a hundred years, no Hu people would dare to pick up weapons and look to the south.

It was already late at night and the wind was a little cold, especially at this place where the high mountain was rising. The strong wind swept the cloak of Ye Chunqiu, making a sound. Ye Chunqiu stood here, but he was as tall as a javelin. He held the railing and could vaguely hear some fighting sounds, but the fighting sounds quickly drifted away with the wind.

Ye Chunqiu was thinking: "What will Batumonk think now?"

This is really an idea that should not have arisen at this moment, because what Batumonk thinks is meaningless to Ye Chunqiu. As a defeated general, he has already been lying in the garbage dump of history. Whether he is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with this era.

At this time, the guard behind him whispered: "Mr. Master, the overall situation has been decided. It's a bit cold here. Master should have a rest earlier."

Ye Chunqiu looked back at him, but smiled happily and said, "How can you sleep on such a beautiful night? Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

It was a night of noisy, and at dawn in the morning, only a piece of ashes remained in the Tatar camp.

There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. After the results of the battle were checked, more than 20,000 Tatars were killed or injured.

The battle report was delivered to Ye Chunqiu's hands. Ye Chunqiu took a deep breath and felt a little tired.

It's time to have a good sleep, and then... I have to go back to Qinglong quickly. Next, it's time to plan to invade the entire pasture.

The Tatars were severely damaged, which means that many pastures in this desert formed a vacuum of power. This great victory could obviously dispel the doubts of countless people inside the pass.

In the past, perhaps leaving the customs was an option for refugees with no way out. Going out of the customs was a forced move. After all, the outside world was too dangerous and there was no danger outside the customs. Although wealth moved, everyone would rather stay in the customs in pain, at least worrying about life.

But once the Tatars are defeated, the concept will be very likely to reverse. At that time, I don’t know how many people will come out of seclusion, so the next step is to encroach on the pastures.

The winner has been decided, and the overall situation has been decided.

This made Ye Chunqiu feel much more comfortable and he could finally go to bed with confidence. The only regret and deficiency was that he could not send someone to report his victory.

This is not because Ye Chunqiu wants to give people a surprise, but because the Tatars were defeated and the defeated troops of more than 100,000 were fleeing everywhere. Although these people were like dogs of a family, Ye Chunqiu would never think they were just a good-looking lamp.

If people were sent, only a few dozen people would be defeated and would be in danger. However, too many people were not suitable. Should we send a brigade to the victory? Just the dry food and supplies brought by us would be prepared to follow hundreds of civilians.

So I simply waited for these defeated troops to escape into the depths of the desert.

If you want to completely eliminate the Tatars, it seems that you are still a little powerful. This is also the only remaining strength of the Tatars. Although the main force was defeated, these people escaped very quickly. After all, there are horses, and the new army cannot pursue them at all.

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After a night of unstoppable journey, Batumonk finally escaped more than a hundred miles, and was like a frightened bird. It was not until the dawn was revealed and he had confirmed his safety. He set up camp. He sent many golden guards to search for deserters everywhere, and finally gathered more than 20,000 people.

This defeat really made Batumonk feel the true thoughts were burning.

Everything is over.

Until now, when he recalled these thrilling three days, Batumonk was still in fear.

The most terrifying thing here is not the firearms, but the fact that he realized that this was an asymmetric war, and the other party knew the way he attacked him, but he was ignorant of the other party. He was sucking in his heart, and therefore, he could no longer hold on, fell ill, and fell ill like a mountain of illness.

It's over, it's all over.

He lay in the golden tent, the once arrogant hero finally admitted this reality, and he no longer had the strength or the physical strength to reverse this terrible fact.

At this time, his sons and some of his usual old subordinates surrounded him, and everyone looked at him with concern.

Now the Tatars are in turmoil and a crushing defeat has left everyone alone. They are still used to obeying Batumonk's orders, and everyone is careful to look at the white-haired sweat.

Batumonk coughed desperately, and he was not very interested in listening to the losses caused by this defeat.

This loss is unprecedented, and the real loss is that the Hu people, who were once proud of their bravery, dared not bend their bows and shoot horses in front of the new army.

Batumonk raised his eyes angrily, glanced at everyone, and finally fell on someone's body, saying, "Tuoba, come close."

Tuoba stepped forward in grief and said, "What are the instructions of Father Khan?"
Chapter completed!