The Huns fled all the way from Linrong City, frightened and exhausted, both mentally and physically, and had already reached their limit.

In the face of the self-confident and combative Wei army, the iron cavalry rushed, and after a slight disadvantage, it fell into the situation of the collapse of the whole army.

The collapsed Hun soldiers began to scatter in a hurry like frightened birds and fled in all directions.

Late.

Behind him, the main force of 40,000 iron cavalry led by Su Zhe arrived at the battlefield in time.

Su Zhe sneered: "Don't even think about escaping today, pass the order, spread the whole army, and besiege and kill the enemy at will!" ”

The order was passed down, and the 40,000 iron cavalry array dispersed, divided into dozens of teams, and pursued the Huns who fled in all directions.

Su Zhe said that he wanted to destroy the Huns, and he was naturally a man of his word, and today, he was going to besiege all the Huns soldiers and civilians on this desert, and not let them go.

The slaughter began.

The Huns, who gave up resistance and fled in all directions, thought that if they fled to the desert in all directions, the Wei army would be lazy to chase them and let them live, but they never expected that the emperor of Great Wei would drive them all out.

A famous Hun was caught up by the Wei army, smashed by a war horse, cut in two by a big knife, the desert within a radius of seven or eight miles was all stained with blood, and the miserable howls of the Huns echoed in the sky.

Yu Fuluo's heart was like a knife, and all thoughts were lost.

Seeing that his people were slaughtered, he could not do anything, and the despair and helplessness made him worse than dead.

"Could it be that my Great Huns are really going to perish at the hands of my Yuvro? I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled—"

Just as he was losing his mind, Pound slashed with a heavy sword, tearing through his scimitar defenses and slashing him the shoulder.

Click!

There was a sound of the iron armor tearing between the flesh and bones, and the knife broke through the armor and slashed directly into the depths of Yu Furo's shoulder, so painful that he almost fainted, and he couldn't hold the scimitar in his hand, so he fell off his hand.

"Dismount me!" Pound roared, and the sword suddenly slanted towards it.

There was another pig-killing howl, and Huvro was directly picked up and flew out, falling heavily on the sand.

Yufro, who landed on the ground, spurted blood wildly in his mouth, and wanted to struggle to get up, but half of his shoulder was cut off and he lost consciousness, so he could only support the ground with one hand and staggered up.

When he looked up, Pang De's majestic figure had enveloped him, and the blood-stained sword was also on his neck.

With just one swipe, Huvro's head will fall to the ground.

At this moment, Yu Furo was completely discouraged, and finally realized what it was like to be grabbed by the neck of death.

He sighed bitterly, raised his chest, and said proudly: "Heaven will kill me in Fuluo, it is not a crime of war, if you want to kill, kill me, give me a good time!" ”

"Whether you live or die, you can't make your own decisions, it depends on what the Son of Heaven does with you!"

Pang De snorted coldly, and the war knife in his hand was raised and slashed.

Click!

With a crisp tearing sound, Yuvrona was slashed in the shoulder, and half of his arm fell to the ground.

"Ah~~"

There was another pig-killing howl, and Huvro fell to the ground with his hands on his shoulders, rolling and howling in pain.

"Tie him up and wait for the Son of Heaven to dispose of it!" Pound snorted coldly.

The soldiers on the left and right rushed up, forcibly tied up the tumbling Yufuro, and hastily tied the wound of his broken arm with rags, so that he would not die of excessive blood loss.

Pang De turned his horse and once again slaughtered the panicked enemy, dancing wildly with his sword in his hand, frantically harvesting the heads of the Huns.

This slaughter lasted from noon to dusk, and the vast desert was stained red with blood into a crimson carpet, which was dotted with the corpses of the Huns.

The sound of killing gradually fell silent, and only the sound of pleading remained, which were thousands of Huns kneeling on the ground, crying and begging the Wei army to let them live.

The siege ended, and the remnants of the Xiongnu were completely wiped out.

Su Zhe rode his horse slowly on the blood-stained desert, admiring the painful killing, like the bloody remnant sun sprinkled on his golden armor, reflecting the cold light of the slaughter.

"Your Majesty, this battle killed nearly 20,000 enemies and captured nearly 3,000 Huns, what should I do?" Deng Ai, who was covered in blood, shouted excitedly.

"Execute them all, not a single one will be left!" Su Zhe raised his whip coldly without thinking.

Deng Ai ordered the soldiers to line up and behead the three thousand captives, leaving no one behind, and never suffering in the future.

On the desert, a tragic howl sounded again, and the Wei soldiers who listened to it were so excited that they couldn't wait to kill again.

"Your Majesty, this guy is Du Ji, and he is also one of the guys who Yu Fuluo reuses." Yan Liang stepped forward and threw a man dressed as a scribe in front of Su Zhe.

The scribe didn't panic, he got up unhurriedly, patted the dust on his body, and arched his hand towards Su Zheyi: "Minister Du Ji, please see Your Majesty." ”

"Minister?" The corners of Su Zhe's mouth raised a sneer, "Aren't you Yu Fuluo's courtier, when did you become my minister again." ”

Du Yi was embarrassed, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said: "The minister can't wait to live under the fence of Fuluo, but he has always been interested in Dawei, and now he is finally looking forward to His Majesty's royal division, so he naturally wants to return to Dawei, serve Dawei, and serve His Majesty." ”

Du Yi is sincere, and what he said is as if it is true.

Su Zhe disdained to talk to him, waved his hand and said: "You shameless so-called celebrities, you don't have any integrity, I'm lazy to listen to your nonsense, drag it down and cut it." ”

Du Ji's face changed in shock, he never expected that Su Zhe would disdain his surrender, saying that he would kill him.

"Your Majesty, the minister knows that he is wrong, please give the minister a chance to mend his ways, the minister really wants to serve His Majesty~~"

Xu Chu stepped forward, and the elephant trunk knife shot out, ruthlessly cutting off Du Yi's head.

The soldiers of the Wei army around them, watching this traitor who betrayed Huaxia being beheaded, all exclaimed with relief and applauded.

In the midst of cheers, Pang De rode his horse and carried a bloody Hun under his side.

He reined in Su Zhe, threw the captive to the ground, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this guy is the Xiongnu Shan Yu Fuluo, and the minister captured him alive." ”

Uvro!

Su Zhe's eyes suddenly lit up, he didn't expect Yu Fuluo to be captured alive and not die in the chaos, which was really an unexpected joy.

"Ling Ming, you have made great contributions to this battle, go back and wait to hear the reward." Su Zhe happily approved.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Pound thanked him and stepped aside.

Su Zhe's gaze turned to Yu Fuluo, who was struggling on the ground, staring at this Hu Chief with a blade-like gaze, and the angry flames in his heart rose wildly.

It was this guy who led the Huns to burn and loot in Bingzhou, how many Chinese people died under his iron hooves, Su Zhe didn't want to break his body into thousands of pieces to vent his hatred.

With a cold and murderous gaze, he looked down at Yu Fuluo, and said coldly: "Yu Fuluo, you have harmed the Central Plains and done all kinds of evil, have you ever thought of today's retribution!" ”