Suddenly, the horn of retreat sounded on the battlefield, and the chaos of the cavalry came to their senses. The army made a loud noise, and the surviving soldiers ran back desperately.

Even if we are ten miles into the snow, we still have to run back with all our strength without losing our horses!

After all, there is hope only if you return to the city alive, and if you stay, you can only become a sacrifice to the god of death.

After five rounds of volleys, less than half of the grassland army was evacuated alive. More people left their young lives in this wasteland and became fertilizer for the next spring grass.

Looking at the bloody battlefield ahead, Ma Feihu, Jiang Huo and other generals also frowned. Their great joy was followed by huge shock. After all, they had been roaming Nanshan for many years and had never seen such a bloody battlefield.

Hundreds of heavy soldiers and tens of thousands of arrows were truly a harvester of iron-blooded life. This first head-to-head confrontation allowed them to feel the National Master's exhaustive strategy and powerful weapon performance.

From today on, the cavalry of the grassland tribes are no longer a myth!

The soldiers of southern Xinjiang had their own beliefs.

"Send two thousand soldiers to bring back the uninjured horses on the battlefield. The army will evacuate and go back to join the generalissimo and the national division."

Yang Kaiyi clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

Li Ye once said that he wanted nothing but war horses on the grassland.

There are no good war horses in southern Xinjiang, so this opportunity cannot be missed.

"Remember, don't hurt the injured prairie soldier. Just take the war horse and come back!" Jiang Yan ordered from the side.

Ma Feihu looked at the two of them, clasped his fists and said, "This matter will be finalized, please rest assured, sir."

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"Master Yang, there are a lot of good things on this battlefield. Are we really not going to clean it up?" Jiang Huo looked at Yang Kaiyi and asked in a serious voice.

Yang Kaiyi looked at him, shook his head and said: "The Imperial Adviser said that if we clean the battlefield now, if Kaiyang's defenders attack at all costs, we will not be able to resist with our small force. We are attacking by surprise, and we have to catch up before they have returned."

God’s time, evacuate the battlefield!”

Jiang Huo nodded when he heard this and said: "Our victory this time will probably give the generals of the grassland tribes a headache for a while."

Yang Kaiyi told the messenger: "Pour the fifty heavy slaves with kerosene and set them on fire. The army will pack up its equipment and prepare to withdraw to Nanyun City."

"You don't want all these weapons?" Jiang Cong exclaimed.

Yang Kaiyi looked at him and smiled lightly: "When the Imperial Master ordered the casting of this batch of equipment, he was not prepared to take them back to Nanyun City. After all, they will be cast with fine iron in the future."

Jiang Huo suddenly realized it, stroking his palms and exclaimed: "So this is the truth. How can I tell the craftsmen to rush to make this wooden weapon?"

"Looking at this time, the Imperial Army should also withdraw its troops from Xichun, and it's time for us to leave."

Yang Kaiyi took a deep breath and said with emotion. "Bandage the injured soldiers and wait until they return to Nanyun City to treat them carefully."
Chapter completed!