When they heard Zhao Muyun's order, they were already infected by the passion of the battlefield. They no longer thought about any other intrigues and only wanted to kill the Tartars.
As Guo Luo led the right-wing cavalry and rushed away, Pei Lun and Yin Ji immediately ordered their troops to charge.
Shouts and cries of killing arose, and the 40,000-strong coalition army launched an overwhelming general attack from all directions!
The Tatar camp was completely transformed into a battlefield.
Flames spread everywhere, thick smoke billowed, and fierce hand-to-hand combat was everywhere.
The sounds of fighting, the clashing of weapons, and the wails of the dying intertwined into a symphony of hell.
Bater galloped on his horse, shouting at the top of his lungs as he tried to gather his troops and organize a counterattack, but the defeat was already decided and the morale of the army was broken.
Seeing the coalition forces coming like a tide, Bater sighed deeply, and under the desperate protection of his personal soldiers, he chopped down several of his own people who blocked his way, abandoned the camp in a panic and fled towards the northern wilderness, attempting to reunite with the remnants of the Uriankhai army whose fate was unknown.
"Want to run?"
Zhao Muyun snorted coldly and sneered, "Tang Yanhai, infiltrate the scout battalion and capture the enemy leader alive. I will credit you with the first achievement."
A cruel and bloodthirsty sneer flashed across Tang Yanhai's scarred face, and he shouted, "Brothers of the scout camp, join me in grabbing the first credit!"
One hundred elite soldiers of the scout battalion rushed into the chaotic battlefield like a flash of lightning, and pursued Bater relentlessly in the direction of his escape.
The coalition forces pursued the enemy for dozens of miles, capturing countless enemies, until it was getting dark and the men and horses were exhausted, and then they withdrew their troops and returned to the camp.
The siege of Wu Zhou was finally lifted.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ruined camp and the corpses scattered all over the ground. The scene was tragic and heroic.
Although the coalition forces won, they also suffered heavy casualties. The military camp was filled with the joy of victory and the sadness of losing comrades.
But this battle was of great significance. It completely crushed the main force of the Tatar right-wing army in Hedong and greatly compressed its sphere of influence to the north.
In Shuozhou, only the Jingbian Army and the 10,000 defenders of Zhendi Fort were left, as well as the Loufan King's troops outside Weizhou City.
King Zhelan, who was following the Uriankhai army, had already found ways to preserve his strength and was the first to leave the battlefield.
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