The 40,000 Tiger Head Army soldiers, though they prided themselves on being brave and fearless, were all veterans brought by Pei Jie who had been through countless battles. Moreover, their morale was high, so how could they be afraid of them? They were afraid that if they were slow, others would steal their credit. They fought like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, holding their breath and fighting fiercely!
By the time Badalagan realized that the Tiger Head Army had returned and wanted to turn back to lead his men to their rescue, it was already too late.
Before he could turn around and organize his men, the Tiger Head Army was surrounded by the Qi army. There were about 200,000 men surrounding them, and even a fool would think that the Tiger Head Army was in a tough spot!
With no hope of saving them, Badalagan decisively led his men to retreat. The Qi army was coming with overwhelming force, and the Tatars were in grave danger. Perhaps if they fought alongside the tens of thousands of people in the capital, they would have a sliver of hope, but they would certainly suffer heavy losses.
Or they could first lead Yelü Ying away to preserve their strength and then plan for the future; as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
The situation exceeded their expectations. Without hesitation, Badalagan immediately ordered a retreat and sent cavalrymen back to the capital to deliver a message to Yelü Ying.
Meanwhile, in less than an hour, Pei Jie's army had wiped out the Tatars' renowned Tiger Head Army and continued its march towards the Tatar capital.
The Third Prince originally went to the battlefield full of enthusiasm to make a name for himself. He was even prepared to shed blood on the battlefield. After all, having seen the tragic state of Tianshui City, he did not think he could return unscathed from a trip to the battlefield.
The death of Xuanyuan Che had a profound impact on him. The thought of his pampered uncle making such a resolute and admirable choice in the face of national righteousness stirred his blood.
He wanted revenge, he wanted to establish his authority, he wanted to demonstrate the power of the Great Qi, he wanted to govern his family and country, and bring peace to the world.
He was ready to start a fierce battle at any time, and even wrote a tragic will. If he died on the battlefield, he would consider it as following his young uncle. The sons of the Xuanyuan family should be heroes in life and ghosts in death. Even in death, he would have sacrificed himself for the country and be admired by thousands.
Hmm~ I'm a bit too caught up in the battle of Tianshui City. It feels like my head was hit on the head. I suddenly realized that fighting with my brothers all day long in the capital for that chair is not the behavior of a true gentleman or a real man.
However, once he arrived on the battlefield, apart from the real hardship of the long journey, everything was different from what he had imagined.
He brandished his spear and tried desperately to charge forward, but was surrounded by Pei Jie's men.
He watched helplessly as the battle raged on ahead, without even touching a single enemy.
The brothers at the front quickly devoured the 40,000-strong Tatar Tiger Head Army, cheering and shouting joyfully.
"I've never fought such an exciting battle before!"
That was fucking awesome!
"Pah! The so-called 'Tiger Head Army of the Grasslands,' bullshit! I can chop them up one by one, like cutting melons and vegetables!"
It's no wonder they flaunted their victory without any restraint. This battle was indeed won far too easily, achieving the greatest victory with minimal casualties—a case worthy of being recorded in history.
The third prince was so envious he was almost depressed. Seeing that the war was over and he could finally escape, he immediately went to find Pei Jie, seething with resentment.
"General Pei, I've already told you, since I've come to the battlefield, I'm here to fight and kill the enemy. Don't always look down on me, how will you grow if you do that?"
Pei Jie said in a good-natured manner
"As the deputy general, your job is to oversee the overall situation from the rear."
Charging into battle is the vanguard's job!
Pei Jie spoke with a straight face, but in his heart he thought...
"Just shut up already! It's commendable to have a heart for protecting the country, but you really don't know your own limitations!"
Even with the few martial arts skills he learned from the master in the palace, he's barely catching up to Xie Yushu. He wants to go to the battlefield? He's just asking for trouble!
After grumbling for a while, ignoring the Third Prince's sour face, he left a sentence
"Third Prince, the rear is our lifeline, of utmost importance. I'm entrusting it to you!"
Brothers! Let's go!
After saying that, Pei Jie took the lead and rushed out.
The main army followed in an orderly fashion, and the Third Prince, whose ambitions remained unfulfilled, became the captain of the grain transport team. Surrounded by a group of people, he slowly followed behind along with the grain.
Pei Jie remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was burning with anxiety. He remembered Xie Yushu saying that while the Tatar army was fighting him, he would lead his men to destroy the Tatar stronghold. But was the Tatar stronghold so easy to destroy?
Even though most of the people were sent out to fight him, it was obvious that the Tatar capital couldn't be left unmanned; according to custom, a garrison had to be left behind.
The guards on the outskirts of the capital of the Great Qi Dynasty number 100,000, the palace has 30,000, and there are another 30,000 in the capital. They all obey the emperor's orders directly.
Even if the Tatars are not as powerful as the Great Qi, if the number is halved, there would still be 50,000 to 60,000 people. Xie Yushu's 400 to 500 people, no matter how capable they are, how could they possibly defeat 50,000 to 60,000 Tatars?
She's absolutely insane!
He didn't want to think about waiting for them to eat in the Tatar capital; he was just grateful they were still alive!
Pei Jie rode his horse at breakneck speed, and after a while, his personal guards gradually distanced themselves from the main army behind them.
But he showed no intention of slowing down or waiting. His personal guards, fearing they might fall behind the main force and be surrounded by the enemy, couldn't help but remind him.
"My lord, this is Tatar territory after all. We should not stray too far from the main force. Otherwise, it would be too dangerous if we were ambushed by the enemy."
Thinking of the consequences, Pei Jie pulled on the reins and slowed the horse down.
If they fell into the enemy's encirclement, all their previous victories would be for nothing. So, they could only grit their teeth, stop their horses, and anxiously wait for the main force to catch up.
As soon as the main force arrived, Pei Jie said directly...
"Brothers! We're not far from the Tatar capital. Someone has already gone to the Tatar capital to open the city gates for us, waiting for us to come in for a meal!"
But just now, the Tatar army of over 100,000 fled back. I'm not at ease, afraid that something might happen to our people!
So, brothers! Let's summon your iron will and charge forward one more time, okay?
"No!"
"Alright! Let's go!"
After a brief mobilization speech, Pei Jie led his men on a rapid march to catch up with Badalagan's tail.
Meanwhile, Xie Yushu, who was worried, had been waiting for a long time. Finally, she saw a line of dark shadows appear in the distance of the grassland. Then the line slowly turned into a surface, and finally into a whole expanse.
Xie Yushu's lips curved slightly.
"This Pei Jie is not bad."
So, the bullet was loaded, the aim taken, all in one swift motion. They waited for the enemy to approach.
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