At this time, his cousin Chechnya, whose face was covered in blood and wounded in many places, fled desperately to the front of the battle under the protection of a group of guards.

"Sangha! Now that the Tang army is killing with all its might, and our army is completely defeated, what should we do now! The cousin did not hesitate to call him by his name, and his face and eyes were full of great fear.

When the monk was at a loss and didn't know how to answer him, the more than 5,000 Tang cavalry finally raised a huge cloud of smoke and dust, like an incomparably huge black arrow, and roared and rushed to the monk's place.

Seeing these Tang cavalry roaring and rushing like beasts, the monk's face was as white as paper.

Damn, if you don't run away, you're going to die here!

"Withdraw, the whole army retreats north, and you must escape from the pursuit of the Tang army!" The monk's hoarse roar didn't know if it was for himself or his cousin Chechen next to him.

At this time, there is nothing more important than saving your life.

When the Sangha's cavalry guards encountered amnesty, they immediately turned their horses' heads, tightly guarded the Sang, and fled as fast as they could.

Seeing that the monk's way of dealing was to flee on the spot, Chechen smiled bitterly, and then hurriedly commanded the rest of the troops and fled with him.

It's just that their speed, after all, is still a little slower.

After the Tang cavalry quickly approached, there were about 1,000 Mongolian cavalrymen, and while maintaining a high speed of pursuit, they immediately took off the bows and arrows on their backs, and began to look at the monks and others who were running in front, squeaking their bows and pulling the strings, and shooting away as best they could.

More than 1,000 Mongolian cavalry among the 5,000 cavalry, this time they released all the arrows, Karala suddenly sounded, and a black arrow rain instantly floated in the air, whistling across the blue sky, quickly catching up with the monks and others who fled for their lives.

In the cavalry of the Sangha Department, there were continuous screams, and the soldiers behind were hit by arrows one after another, and people shouted that the horses fell off their horses neighingly.

Among them, a black arrow passed through the blocking guards and shot extremely accurately at the back of the neck of Zaisang Chechen on the side, and the sharp arrow came out of his front neck, bringing out a large cloud of blood mist.

"Lord Jae-san!"

"Cousin!"

The guards and monks next to him cried out in unison, but Chechnya could no longer hear clearly.

The only thing he could feel was an unbearable pain that instantly passed from the back of his neck to his brain. The pain was so intense that he fainted almost of course. He shook his horse, plopped, and fell off his horse.

One of the guards leaned down and tried to scoop him up from the ground, but when he reached out, another arrow came at him, and he had to cry out.

And this Etok Zaisang Chechen of the Dzungar Khanate didn't have time to shout, but his head was trampled by a thick horse's hoof.

When the monk turned his head and saw this tragic situation, he didn't feel a big panic, and he didn't grasp the reins for a while, and almost fell off his horse, but fortunately the cavalry next to him held him in time.

At this moment, another arrow roared in, snatched it, and shot it under its ribs, causing the monk to scream in pain.

The monk could clearly feel that the arrow under his ribs had penetrated very deeply, and the wound was bleeding, making him gradually feel that his vision was blurry, and he was almost about to faint.

At the moment of life and death, the monk bit his lower lip hard, almost biting off the flesh, Fang remained conscious in the pain, but he couldn't say anything, he could only let his subordinates guard him tightly, and he accelerated the speed of escape, all the way away.

The cavalry of the Tang Army, who were originally chasing closely, saw that they had escaped so quickly, and couldn't help but spit and curse in the back, and after shooting a rain of arrows in anger, they no longer continued to pursue.

They turned their horses' heads and ran towards the quasi-infantry who were fleeing in a hurry, and together with the cavalry of the sixth town of the Tang army, they flanked them and chased them fiercely.

Under the joint attack of the main general who was injured and fled, and the Tang army had an absolute advantage, the remnants of the quasi-army who were desperately fleeing for their lives immediately collapsed completely.

They fled in all directions without a goal, the entire formation completely collapsed and was difficult to control, and everyone was only concerned about their own hasty escape.

At this point, the entire vast wilderness has become a place for the Tang army to slaughter to its heart's content, and the quasi-army that has fled all over the slopes is like a cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs that are frantically fleeing for their lives, appointing the Tang army to chase and kill and hack to death, and there is no possibility of saving their lives at all.

What's even more terrifying is that in such a scattered rout, even if there are sporadic quasi-army soldiers who want to surrender, they are immediately killed by red-eyed Tang soldiers, cut or stabbed, and killed on the spot, without mercy.

It's just that the two-legged infantry, how to outrun the four-legged cavalry, in the end, about 70,000 people, were cut off by the Tang cavalry, and they were about to be surrounded and killed like wild beasts.

Of course, this group of people understood their fate, and they knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing in the face of the cold blades of the Tang army approaching more and more, and begging for surrender.

In the end, it was the Tang Emperor Li Xiao who personally issued the order to stop the killing, and accepted the surrender of the more than 8,000 quasi-soldiers, and the whole battle finally ended.

So far, more than 140,000 people of the quasi-army soldiers and horses, only about 30,000 people escaped with their lives and disappeared on the edge of the battlefield, another more than 70,000 people became prisoners of the Tang army, and the remaining 40,000 people were slaughtered by the Tang army.

In the formation of the Tang army, a continuous cheer immediately broke out, like rolling spring thunder, resounding through the field.

Liu Guoneng, the mayor of the sixth town of the Tang Army, who was the vanguard and fought to the death against the quasi-army, also had a smug smile on his face.

Damn, this battle has finally been won.

He then went to meet Li Xiao and report to him the details of the previous battle.

After Li Xiao smiled and listened, he immediately comforted him and ordered him to reward his soldiers, and Liu Guoneng retreated with joy.

This kind of battle was actually Li Xiao's intended victory, and there was nothing special about it compared to previous battles. It's a pity that those enemy soldiers who fought desperately against the Tang Army in the battle just died in vain in this Yarkand realm, which has no meaning.

After these two battles, in addition to the rout troops who fled back and their logistics troops, a total of more than 40,000 people, the more than 150,000 soldiers and horses in the front, middle and rear of the quasi-army have been wiped out, and they can no longer pose any threat to themselves.

Li Xiao is sure that now that the quasi-army is wiped out, there will be no reinforcements from the Yarkand Khanate, then, after cleaning up the battlefield, the whole army will move south and continue to capture Kashgar, the capital of the Yarkand Khanate, in the south, and destroy the Yarkand Khanate in one fell swoop.

And after the Tang army swept away the Yarkand Khanate, they could go north together, and the 300,000 soldiers and horses of the Tang army, which had newly destroyed the enemy's morale, could go straight to the Dzungar Khanate from the north, and most of the troops were destroyed, and the already empty country in the country was completely destroyed like the Yarkand Khanate.

Thinking of this, Li Xiao's eyes were shining, and his expression became more and more high-spirited.

He immediately ordered the whole army to quickly clean up the battlefield, and then cross the canyon south to join the seventh town of Cao Bianjiao, who had previously annihilated the soldiers and horses in the front of the quasi-army, and then after the whole army rested in Aksai for two days, they marched westward and marched to Kashgar.

On the side of the quasi-army, after nearly half an hour of escaping, the dying monk, escorted by a group of personal soldiers and horses, finally returned to the original rear army logistics unit station.

At this time, seeing this dying son return in such a miserable defeat, everyone in the station, from the generals to the soldiers, had a sad look on their faces, and everyone looked confused.

The monk, who had lost blood all the way and whose vitality was already extremely weak, struggled to open his bloody eyes, and before he could see what the soldiers in front of him looked like, he opened his mouth, whimpered, and fell from his back from the horse, and did not move again.

The son of the Dzungar Khanate, the first heir, died unwillingly in this barren land of Ush.

"Shizi!"

"General!"

All the soldiers screamed in mourning, and they rushed up to help the monk up from the ground.

However, they soon gave up their plan to rescue him.

Because of the monk who fell to the ground, his breath was almost gone, and his eyes began to gradually drift.

Seriously injured, he finally spit out the last breath of residual breath, and his eyes widened and he died completely.

Perhaps the best consolation for such a result is that it did not fall into the hands of the Tang Army, and was not trampled into a thin skin of flesh by the corpse of his cousin Chechnya.

Since ancient times, generals have died in battle, not to mention that they can return to China with all their corpses, which is also rare.

Okay, this battle was defeated, the prince was seriously injured and died, and then, where should the remaining more than 30,000 remnants go?

The three remaining highest-ranking generals began urgent deliberations.

"Everyone, now that our army has been defeated, the prince has been killed, and the total number of soldiers and horses who have fled back and the garrison garrison are less than 40,000, how can such a meager force be the opponent of the Tang Army who has won a great victory, and how can it continue to defend here." A general looked sad.

Another general also looked sad and sighed: "Now that the son of the world has passed away, and has suffered this great defeat, our army has no ability to fight again, what good is it to stay here again." The current plan is to quickly send the body of the prince back to Thang Long City, and our army will escort the coffin back to China, so that His Majesty the King can make a quick decision. ”

The other general looked sad, but he could only nod helplessly, agreeing with them.

Soon, the body of the monk was finished, and under the escort of a group of remnants, he galloped day and night without sleep, and finally arrived in the capital of the Dzungar Khanate five days later.

At this time, Batur, the king of Dzungar Khan in the city, almost fainted on the spot when he heard such bad news from his subordinates.

I really didn't expect that Sangge, the eldest son who was regarded as his successor, would lose consecutive battles under the premise of having a huge military advantage, and the front, middle and rear three troops and horses were all lost, and he was also shot and killed by the Tang army in the Wushi area, which is simply a huge loss and cruel blow that cannot be described in words.

He is old, but the son of the world died violently on the battlefield, this white-haired man sent the heartache of the black-haired man, how can he really say it!

What's more, there are 150,000 elite soldiers and horses that can be the pillars of the empire, all of which have been buried in the wilderness of the Yarkand Khanate.

If the Tang army immediately sent troops to attack after destroying the Yarkand Khanate, how could they stop it!

Batur's heart was like a knife, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, got up tremblingly, and immediately went out of the city to meet the nearly 40,000 remnants of the defeated soldiers who had just escorted the coffin to the south gate of the capital.

Seeing a group of dejected and dull-eyed soldiers, escorting the black coffin, slowly coming to him, Batur almost fainted to the ground, but fortunately he was supported by the left and right in time.

"Sang......" Batur couldn't hold back the grief in his heart, threw himself on the coffin, and cried loudly.

The surrounding Dzungar officials, all with complicated faces, also shed a few crocodile tears, and then they all came to advise Batur, asking him to relax his mind and mourn and change.

He stabilized his mind, listened to the three generals kneeling on the ground, and his voice trembled to finish how the monk died in battle, and how more than 100,000 people were completely wiped out by the Tang army, and the pain in his heart was like a cone.

What a hate! The elite of his own 150,000 people, the heir he valued the most, was almost overturned in the gutter in such a way that he almost capsized in the gutter, and all of them were destroyed in the land of Ush of the Yarkand Khanate, which was not only an unbearable blow to the empire, but also an unspeakable shame!

Seeing Batur's gloomy and ruthless appearance, the three generals who knelt on the ground were worried and uneasy, and the three of them looked at each other uneasily, and finally one of them carefully asked back: "Your Majesty the King, now that the army has been destroyed, the remaining remnants and the rest of the country, a total of less than 50,000 defenders, if there are only such troops, it will be difficult to resist the attack of the Tang army, and then I will only be afraid of ......."

The general's words made Batur's heart more and more sad, and he felt like a thorn in his back.

He knew that it was simply impossible for the defenders, who had less than 50,000 fighting spirits and low fighting spirit, to fight against the Tang army, which was like a wolf and a tiger and had a great victory, and to defend the Dzungar Khanate, which was vast but lacked both major generals.

What to do?

Could it be that we can only wait to be killed?

Batur was confused, but he couldn't show it in front of everyone, so he could only wave his hand and let them retreat first.

Then, after arranging the funeral and funeral for the monks, the old king finally returned to the palace alone.

He stood like a puppet on the dragon chair, his eyes glazed, and no one knew what the old king was thinking without moving for a long time.

After a long time, he rolled his eyes, and ordered the maid next to him, who didn't dare to come out: "Go, go and summon Prince Galdan." ”

"No."

Hearing the maid's order, Galdan, who was bored in his palace, had an unpredictable smile on his face.

This prince Galdan, the second son of Batur, had been in command of the army and was not in the capital, but after the monks commanded the army into the Yarkand Khanate, he was urgently transferred back to the capital by Batur to help prevent the safety of the capital.

Due to the heavy army of the monks, Galdan entered Beijing alone, and he did not dare to have the slightest thought about the throne, and now, the monks and Chechnya and others have been killed in battle, and the elite has been lost, and the only person who can pass on the throne to the old king Batur is himself.

Now, King Batur is going to summon him again, and the meaning of this is self-evident.

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