Li Guang immediately issued a battle order, instructing Gu Huai to lead 30,000 troops to pursue and kill the barbarian soldiers as they withdrew from the camp.

After arranging things here, Li Guang was about to leave when Li Xue hurriedly stepped forward.

"Li Guang, let's finish our meal before we leave."

"No need, I must rush back immediately to issue combat orders. Tonight I also need to intercept Sullivan's remaining troops, so I won't waste any more time."

After this battle, we can go back to Narcissus Village. It's been so long since I've had roasted sweet potatoes; I'm going to eat a lot this time.

"I'll roast the sweet potatoes this time, so you can eat your fill."

"Alright, then it's settled." After saying that, Li Guang leaped onto his horse and quickly rode away.

At this moment, Yue Heng's army was eating, not expecting Li Guang to return so quickly.

Yue Heng inquired about the situation ahead, and Li Guang truthfully informed him, preparing to assign combat tasks after the meal.

The soldiers were indeed excited to hear that there would be a battle that night, and that after this battle, the war in the Central Plains would be basically over.

Next, Li Guang began to deploy his troops, setting up three ambushes along Sullivan's likely route, aiming to annihilate Sullivan's army in one battle.

At this moment, Sullivan was making preparations for the retreat. In order to avoid being discovered by the enemy, everything was being carried out quietly, and there was no sign of anything unusual on the surface.

As night fell, Sullivan made sure the soldiers were well-fed and watered, as they would be marching continuously that night, and only a full stomach would give them the strength to continue their journey.

Gu Huai had already made preparations and was just waiting for Sullivan's army to withdraw before he could begin his operation.

It wasn't until the second watch of the night that Gu Huai received a report from a scout that the barbarian soldiers had begun to withdraw and were quietly leaving the camp.

Gu Huai immediately gave the order, and all the soldiers set off to quietly approach the enemy camp.

The barbarian soldiers had not completely left yet. The best opportunity to attack them would be when they had all left the camp.

Gu Huai's army quickly entered the barbarian camp. Except for the front row of barracks, which remained, the middle and rear barracks had all been dismantled.

Looking from the front of the military camp, the barbarian troops' main camp was still there; they were trying to slip away unnoticed.

The moonlight was bright at this time, and the departing figures of the barbarian soldiers could still be seen in the distance.

Gu Huai immediately ordered the bombing squad to quietly flank the enemy soldiers and then bomb them.

After receiving orders, the bombing squad quickly approached the enemy soldiers. Because it was night, the soldiers did not realize that the pursuers were getting close until they heard a series of explosions.

If the army is withdrawing normally, they should be prepared, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

But as soon as these pursuers caught up, they threw bombs directly into their ranks. As soon as the bombs exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the barbarian soldiers were quickly blown down in droves.

Gu Huai had already given instructions to them to throw bombs into the crowd of barbarian soldiers, not to be stingy with the bombs, and to throw them all.

The bombs exploded in the crowd, and the enemy soldiers were so terrified that they had no mind to fight back. They only knew how to run away for their lives.

These bomb-throwing soldiers were all handpicked by Zhao Cheng. They could not only throw bombs far but also accurately, and their bombs always landed precisely in the crowd of enemy soldiers.

By the time the grenadiers had finished throwing all the bombs they carried, Gu Huai's 30,000 soldiers had already charged up. They fiercely hacked and slashed at the fleeing enemy soldiers, and their shouts of battle carried far into the silent night sky.

Sullivan was at the front of the group when he was shocked by the bursts of explosions behind him. Although he was making a stealthy retreat, he had been discovered and was being hunted down.

Since the enemy used a bomb during the pursuit, it is no longer possible to regroup and launch a counterattack.

Not to mention the ordinary soldiers, even Sullivan himself was in a state of panic.

He couldn't care less about anything else. He led his large group of men and fled desperately. After running for a long time, they could no longer hear the shouts of battle behind them.

Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had shaken off his pursuers. He didn't know how many men he had lost, but he estimated it must have been a lot.

Although it hurts, there's nothing we can do. Our priority now is to escape. If we run too slowly, the pursuers might catch up.

Just as Sullivan was leading his army in a rapid escape, countless figures suddenly appeared beside them. Without saying a word, they raised their crossbows and fired arrows at them.

Arrows rained down on them, and the barbarian soldiers fell to the ground one after another, resulting in countless deaths and injuries in an instant.

The barbarian soldiers were completely dumbfounded. They hadn't expected that there would be an ambush here, and they wondered where these ambush soldiers had come from.

The soldiers had no time to think about this; escaping was their priority.

After a great deal of effort, the barbarian soldiers escaped the ambush, but before they could even catch their breath, a large number of troops appeared in front of them.

Tonight, the moon is round and large, and its bright light shines on the earth, making everything clearly visible.

There were at least 20,000 soldiers blocking the barbarian troops. They were all wearing rattan armor, and it was unclear what kind of soldiers they were.

Sullivan looked back at his soldiers; more than half of his 50,000-strong army had been lost, which pained him deeply.

The soldiers didn't know who these people were, but Sullivan knew that he had heard of rattan armor soldiers. These soldiers wore rattan armor that had undergone special treatment, making it as tough as iron and impervious to swords and spears. It seemed that he had met his match this time.

Sullivan had no choice; there were pursuers behind him, and if he were attacked from both sides, his entire army would be wiped out.

"Charge!" Sullivan ordered. Only by breaking through the encirclement could they have a chance of survival.

The soldiers realized that only by charging through could they have a chance to survive.

Under the bright moonlight, the barbarian soldiers and the rattan armor soldiers fought a fierce battle. Only then did the barbarian soldiers realize how powerful the rattan armor soldiers were.

The rattan armor worn by the rattan soldiers was impervious to swords and spears. No matter how hard the enemy soldiers slashed at them, they could not harm the rattan armor soldiers. Instead, they were killed by the enemy with a single blow.

The barbarian soldiers were beaten so badly by the rattan armor soldiers that they screamed and howled, and could only flee desperately. After a chaotic battle, most of the barbarian soldiers were killed, and only a few thousand escaped the encirclement.

At this moment, Sullivan was like a frightened bird, desperately fleeing with her remaining troops until dawn, when she finally saw no trace of her pursuers and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sullivan planned to let the soldiers rest for a while before continuing their journey.

The soldiers sat down on the ground and couldn't get up again; some even collapsed to the ground.

Sullivan remained mounted on his warhorse, glancing at his soldiers before letting out a long sigh.

The army he brought with him was almost wiped out, and it was still uncertain whether he could return to the foreign land alive.