A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

With the escape, the morale of the Tatar cavalry collapsed like a balloon punctured by a needle.

Therefore, the Tartars no longer displayed the wide-open mouth revealing their white fangs when charging, and their eyes no longer held the ferocious madness they once had.

Instead, his face was taut, his lips tightly pressed together, his face ashen, and his eyes filled with fear and unease.

The cavalrymen who turned back and fled frantically whipped their horses, gripping their bellies tightly with their legs, wishing their horses could grow four more legs.

As they fled back, they kept glancing behind them, fearing that the shield-wielding soldiers would catch up.

The warhorse seemed to sense its master's fear and panic, its hooves flying, kicking up clouds of dust.

Some of the warhorses were already injured, leaving a trail of blood as they ran.

When the first deserter stumbled and ran to Batu, Batu seemed to wake from a dream, and roared angrily.

"Get back to the enemy and fight! Anyone who deserts will be killed!"

Batu's roar did not stop the defeated army from fleeing; instead, it only added to their despair.

Batu's eyes flashed with madness as he drew his curved sword from his waist and slashed at the deserter beside him.

"Pfft!"

A flash of light, blood splattered everywhere, and the deserter screamed and fell off his horse.

"Go back! Kill the enemy!"

A hundred cavalrymen who had already escaped to Batu's side reined in their horses and stopped at a distance, caught in a dilemma.

Batu's madness had not faded. Seeing that the fleeing remnants of the army did not move, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He spurred his horse forward and swung his sword to cut down two more men.

Two figures fell from their horses, and fear once again spread among the hundred defeated soldiers who had fled back.

Under Batu's pressure, they turned their horses around again, barely suppressing their fear, and gritted their teeth as they spurred their horses forward once more toward the black city wall.

However, it was all in vain. They rushed forward and weakly swung their swords, unable to inflict much damage on the sword-and-shield soldiers.

Instead, they were surrounded by several squads that had dealt with their opponents, and their forces were easily broken through.

Seeing more than a dozen of their companions fall, completely powerless to resist, they collapsed at the slightest touch.

The counterattack that had just been organized failed in the blink of an eye.

This time, they dared not flee towards Batu's direction, but instead fled to both sides, wanting only to get away from this hellish place.

Batu opened his mouth, but the roar that was about to come out was swallowed back down.

He closed his eyes in anguish, only opening them again after a breath, but the bloody scene of defeat still lay before him.

We've lost! We've suffered an unprecedented and devastating defeat!

His proud multi-wave assault, however, proved to be utterly vulnerable before this steel wall.

With trembling hands, Batu removed the horn hanging from his warhorse, as if he had used all his strength to do so, and pressed it against his bloodless lips.

"Waaaaah—!!"

A mournful bugle call echoed across the plains, not a signal to attack, but a lament like the tolling of a death knell.

The defeat was irreversible, and they could only try to preserve as much of their remaining strength as possible. These 500 men were all the soldiers in their small tribe.

If they are all killed here, their tribe will only have one option left: to be annexed.

Upon hearing the bugle call signaling retreat, the last remaining Tartar cavalrymen turned and fled.

Some of the cavalrymen who had not yet picked up speed were knocked off their horses by the heavy shield-bearers who charged straight at them, and then several long sabers pierced through their bodies.

Batu put down the horn, tightened the reins, turned around, and galloped back the way he came.

The victory is secured!

Zhao Daxuan's eyes were smiling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Seeing the Tartar leader about to escape, Zhao Daxuan revealed a cold smile.

"Trying to run? No way!"

Raising the Sun-Chasing Divine Bow in his hand, he fired an arrow. A golden light flashed and disappeared, piercing Batu's thigh and then piercing the warhorse's body.

Batu's warhorse let out a mournful cry, its front hooves buckled, and it tumbled forward with Batu due to inertia.

He was hit in the leg by an arrow and was thrown heavily to the ground by his warhorse. Batu felt his head buzzing and saw stars. He lay on the ground unable to move.

After dealing with Batu, Zhao Daxuan looked at the more than one hundred cavalrymen who were fleeing in all directions, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

Now that you've set foot on the land of Great Xia, don't even think about leaving alive.

Zhao Daxuan made his move because these men had already been routed and could no longer provide any useful value to his troops.

Zhao Daxuan's right hand transformed into a blur. Waves of golden light shot out from the longbow in his hand, turning into a rain of arrows in the sky.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...

The arrows drew a graceful arc in the air, and each volley of arrows pierced the bodies of five Tatar cavalrymen with pinpoint accuracy as it fell.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ...

The dull thuds of soldiers falling from their horses echoed continuously as Zhao Daxuan's arrows mercilessly claimed the lives of the Tartar cavalry.

The remaining defeated troops had not even run two kilometers before Zhao Daxuan shot them all dead, after which Zhao Daxuan put away his bow and stopped firing.

He turned to look at his soldiers cleaning up the chaotic battlefield, tallying the wounded, some wandering around the battlefield looking for undead Tartars to finish them off, and quickly looting the spoils of war.

At this moment, wherever Zhao Daxuan's eyes fell, corpses lay strewn everywhere, the black earth was covered in crimson, and his nostrils were filled with a strong smell of rust and the stench of entrails.

Zhao Daxuan frowned and simply walked towards his own tent.

As Zhao Daxuan passed by Li Erlong, he casually instructed, "Erlong, that Tartar leader is not dead yet. Leave a few more alive and see if you can get any information out of them."

Li Erlong nodded upon hearing this, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, sir, I know what to do!"

After saying this, he turned around and told his men to leave a few alive, and then he ran towards the location of the Tartar leader.

When Li Erlong arrived near Batu, he saw Batu dragging his bleeding leg, supporting himself on his hands, crawling desperately out of the ground, his palms raw and bloody from being rubbed against the ground.

Li Erlong let out a sinister laugh and slowly walked over.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Batu's eyes revealed unconcealed terror. His hands moved faster involuntarily, and his uninjured foot also worked harder to assist.

The increasingly heavy footsteps felt like each step was pounding on his fragile nerves, making him break out in a cold sweat.

Sensing Batu's increasingly panicked expression, Li Erlong curled his lip and sneered.

"And what talk of an eagle soaring over the grasslands? I think it's nothing more than a stray dog!"

At this point, he lost his desire to tease him, took two quick steps, stepped on Batu's back, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

Li Erlong crouched down and slowly approached Batu. "Listen carefully, if you want to live, give me some useful information in exchange!"

Batu let out a muffled groan as he was stepped on, but then gritted his teeth and turned to look at Li Erlong with a venomous look in his eyes.

"Xia Gou! Don't even think about getting any information from me!"

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong revealed a cold smile, then drew his long sword and swiftly stabbed it into his other leg, which was not yet injured.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud followed, the sound of a long knife piercing flesh.

"Ahhhhh—"

Batu screamed repeatedly, writhing frantically on the ground, but he was pinned down by Li Erlong's legs and unable to move.

"Now, may we speak?"

"It's fine if you don't talk, I'll just cut you again until you do!"

Li Erlong's voice was as cold as iron, yet it clearly reached Batu's ears, making him shiver involuntarily.

Batu gritted his teeth, closed his eyes in pain, and his pale lips trembled slightly. "I...I'll talk!"