If the Tang Empire won, it would say to its opponents: "You damn well behave yourself in the future, or be careful that I wipe out your entire clan. Pay tribute obediently every year!"
<...A rumbling sound could be faintly heard, accompanied by the sounds of fighting.
The sound grew louder rapidly.
Batu's face instantly turned ashen. He scrambled to his feet, grabbed his knife, and roared, "Go! Get out of here!"
The generals followed him out, and as soon as they mounted their horses, the soldiers outside, who hadn't even had time to assemble, were already scattering and hiding.
"Mount up and charge!"
Batu roared.
But his roar was to no avail; the deafening roar ahead stunned everyone, and the screams were heart-wrenching.
Some barbarian soldiers quickly mounted their horses, began to assemble, and attempted to follow Batu in a counterattack.
But it was clearly too late.
Collapse was underway. Han Shizhong's army was sharp and powerful, unstoppable, tearing a gap in the barbarian army's camp.
Anyone who tried to stop them was trampled into mincemeat by the Song army's iron hooves.
Batu roared, trying to boost morale.
But the tent in front was instantly torn open, and a man was impaled on Han Shizhong's spear and thrown away.
The Song soldiers behind him wore bronze demon masks, resembling hungry wolves in the night. Clad in sturdy armor, wielding long spears and sabers, they charged towards him.
Batu swore he had never seen such terrifying cavalry in his entire life.
All his momentum crumbled instantly. He tried to turn and run, but Hu Yantong's large axe was already swinging down from the front.
The next moment, Batu saw the ground shaking, and his field of vision was getting higher and higher. He also saw a headless corpse sitting on a horse below, with blood spurting from its neck, spraying high into the air.
The headless corpse was instantly hacked into several pieces by the Song soldiers rushing in from behind, and fell off the terrified horse.
When Batu's head hit the ground, the expression on his face was still that of shock and terror in the moment before he died.
Then, his head was impaled by a Song soldier with a spear and hung on his horse.
A larger-scale collapse is still underway.
P.S.: Sorry, my girlfriend's cousin came to Shenzhen today, and I spent the whole day with him. He didn't get back until late at night, and I'm exhausted. (Facepalm) Everyone, go wash up and go to sleep. I'll update as much as I can tomorrow.