"Withdraw! Withdraw north!" he shouted.
However, Wang Li's forces had already cut off the northern route, forming an impenetrable wall. Any Wuhuan cavalry attempting to break through were killed by a hail of arrows, none surviving.
"Khan! The western route has also been cut off!" a Wuhuan warrior reported in alarm.
The Wuhuan Khan then realized that they were surrounded by the Qin army and had no way to escape!
"Charge out!" he roared, leading his personal guards in a breakout to the east.
Unfortunately, Meng Tian's main force was waiting in full battle array to the east. A dense rain of arrows covered the cavalry attempting to break through, sending them flying and falling from their horses. The Wuhuan Khan was hit by several arrows and fell from his horse.
"Capture him alive!" Meng Tian ordered. "The Grand Commandant must interrogate him personally!"
The Qin army pounced like wolves and tigers, capturing the heavily wounded Wuhuan Khan alive. His personal guards fought desperately, but were hacked to death by a hail of blades, none surviving.
In the center of the camp, the wicked man looked down at the kneeling Wuhuan Khan.
This overlord of the grasslands was now on his deathbed, several arrows piercing his chest, blood gushing out. But his eyes remained defiant, showing no sign of yielding.
"The Wuhuan Khan," the wicked man said coldly, "Do you know your crime?"
"A crime?" The Wuhuan Khan sneered, "We Wuhuan roam freely across the grasslands, what crime have we committed? It is you Qin people who are the real invaders!"
"Insolence!" the wicked man roared. "You Wuhuan have repeatedly raided our borders and slaughtered our Qin people. This time, you have even secretly colluded with the Xianbei and Dingling, plotting a rebellion. Isn't this a capital offense?"
"Hehe..." the Wuhuan Khan laughed with difficulty, "You Qin people are always like this, finding a fabricated charge to exterminate an entire tribe. I have no regrets about dying, I only hate that the children of the grasslands will never have freedom again..."
"Enough with the nonsense!" the wicked man roared. "Guards, chop this traitor to pieces! Let him understand that this grassland is now part of the Great Qin territory!"
Amidst piercing screams, the Wuhuan Khan was executed on the spot. His head was hung high, a testament to the might of the Qin Dynasty.
"Order the entire army," the wicked man said coldly, "search and wipe out the remaining forces! Not a single Wuhuan person should be spared!"
The Qin army searched the camp like hunting dogs. Anyone found among the Wuhuan people, regardless of age or gender, was killed without mercy. Those hiding in tents were dragged out and killed on the spot. Those fleeing to the river were caught and riddled with arrows.
Blood stained the Blackwater River red, and corpses littered the fields.
The massacre lasted for a full day.
When the last Wuhuan man was executed, the entire tribe had become a death trap. It is estimated that over 30,000 Wuhuan people were killed in this battle, including the Khan, nobles, and commoners.
"Order the entire army," the wicked man said coldly, "Continue westward! Next target—the Xianbei!"
The army continued its westward advance, its target being the main camp of the Xianbei tribe.
The Xianbei were one of the most powerful tribes on the northern grasslands, known for their bravery and warlike nature. They had repeatedly vied with the Xiongnu for dominance over the grasslands. Now that the Xiongnu were destroyed, the Xianbei had become the most powerful force on the grasslands.
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