For the soldiers who are in the middle of a fierce battle, the retreat of the coach means a rout on the spot.

Especially the Tartars, who are not constrained by too much military discipline, the commander is the soul of an army and the support for them to continue fighting. Once this support is gone, the Tartars, who are in the middle of the battle, will lose the courage to continue fighting.

Therefore, as soon as the fifteenth Tartar Beylor Duoduo began to retreat, the white Tartars who were fighting on the scene directly lost the courage to continue fighting, and the army's morale collapsed instantly.

Then, the entire army, like a wave that lost its momentum of advance, quickly retreated to the rear.

"The Tartars retreated ......"

"No, it's not a retreat, it's a rout, the Tartars were crushed by us......"

In the face of this exciting news, in the face of the Tartar rout who has become a lost dog in front of him and has no fighting spirit.

All the long-term sought-after had heartfelt smiles of excitement on their faces.

Of course, excitement is excitement, they did not slow down the killing action in their hands, and did not let go of this opportunity to beat the water dogs against the Tartars.

In particular, the three captains who led the team shouted loudly with excitement on their faces: "Brothers, soldiers, the time has come for revenge." Immediately pursue the Tartars and kill them all......"

In the dark of night, a large number of barbs scattered in front of the position caused great trouble to the Tartar, who suffered from night blindness.

Many of the Tartars ran and ran before they were knocked to the ground by the barbs that suddenly appeared in front of them.

Therefore, although the Tartars who had lost their courage tried their best to break and flee, they did not flee quickly.

On the other hand, the long soug who followed in pursuit, the dark night did not bother them at all.

More than 200 long sought-after players seem to have sharp eyes, and they can always find the barbs of the horse that protrude from the ground several feet in advance, and bypass these barbs that have caused great trouble to the Tartar army, and pursue the Tartars.

In the blink of an eye, the already fearless Tartar army appeared in front of them.

With a triumphant smile, the squirm slammed into the back of the tartar without the slightest hesitation, raised the spear in his hand, and stabbed it forward in the back of the tartar.

When he drew his spear, large streams of blood gushed out from the back of the tartar's heart like a fountain.

The Tartar rout, who lost his body in an instant, threw himself to the ground directly by inertia at the moment when he grabbed the gun behind him.

After coldly glancing at the corpse of the Tartar who fell to the ground in front of him, only a hint of discoloration flashed on the face of the long snatcher, and he put away the spear expressionlessly and continued to pursue forward.

After an hour of pursuit, a glimmer of light finally appeared at the edge of the sky.

As the sky became brighter and brighter, the entire battlefield was clearly visible in front of everyone. Surrounded by Zhou Shuyuan and the entire musket battalion, Wei Zheng strode into the barracks that Tartar had just given up with a look of anticipation.

Due to the massive use of explosives packs by the Lance Battalion, most of the tents set up by the Tartars in the barracks have been destroyed. As far as the eye can see, the Tartar barracks of Nuoda are full of tent wreckage emitting thick black smoke......

Looking at the corpses and stumps and severed arms everywhere, Zhou Shuyuan, whose mouth had been closed in shock since he entered the battlefield, finally spoke.

With a face full of surprise, he said to Wei Zheng: "General, victory, we are really victorious..."

"Hmm..."Wei Zheng nodded in affirmation.

"Not only was it a victory, but it was an unprecedented victory, and it was all ......," Wei Zheng affirmed loudly.

After pointing to the corpses all over the ground under his feet, he said to Zhou Shuyuan: "Look at the corpses left by the Tartars on the battlefield, the preliminary judgment is that there are at least four hundred corpses left here by the Tartars...... As for the corpses left on the battlefield by the Tatar infantry, there were even more, almost all of them were wiped out. ”

"That is, in last night's night attack, less than a hundred Tartars really withdrew from the battlefield..."

"You must know that the pursuit of our spear battalion is not over yet, and according to the calculation of the minimum pursuit results, more than two hundred pikemen can catch up with half of the Tartar rout......"

As soon as the words fell, a cry full of excitement sounded on the edge of the battlefield.

Following the direction from which the voice came, the soldiers of the spear battalion chasing the Tartars had already appeared in the field of vision of Wei Zheng.

To Wei Zheng's surprise, there were not only the soldiers of the spear battalion who appeared in front of him, but also a Tartar prisoner who was pointed at by the spear battalion.

"Didn't I say that we don't want Tartar prisoners? Why is there still a Tartar prisoner in the spear battalion......" Wei Zheng's brows furrowed, and he subconsciously muttered to himself.

As the Tartar captives got closer and closer to Wei Zheng, a hint of surprise immediately appeared on Wei Zheng's face.

Because, under his watchful eye, the captive surrounded by pikemen was not an ordinary Tartar soldier, but a teenager in golden armor.

In the middle of the post-Jin army, only generals and princes of particularly high status were allowed to wear golden armor, which was a fact that was clear to everyone. And among the enemies he had faced in the past two days, the one with the highest status and the qualification to wear golden armor was counted and counted, and there was only one person in the fifteenth Belle Dodor.

After a short period of distraction, Wei Zheng muttered to himself again: "Could it be that the spear battalion has captured the Tartar Fifteen Beyler......"

Just when his face began to slowly show a shocked expression, Wang Feng, who was full of joy, had already rushed to Wei Zheng with the captive.

Pointing to the Duoduo beside him, who had a condescending expression on his face from beginning to end, he reported: "General, we caught a big fish from the Tartars, and the fifteen beels of the Tartars ......."

"That's really the case...... Wei Zheng sighed in his heart.

With a puzzled face, he asked: "The fifteenth Belle of the Tartars is protected by the heavy troops of the Tartars, how could it fall into your hands, tell me the specific reason......

It turned out that in order to withdraw from the battlefield early, Duoduo was still riding on a war horse during the retreat.

Under the cover of night, it was difficult for the Tartars who fled on foot to avoid the barbs everywhere, let alone the fifteen Beledor Duo of the Tartars on their horses.

Less than fifty paces after he had withdrawn on horseback, his horse slammed into a barb under his crotch.

The moment the war horse was knocked to the ground, Duoduo, who was riding on the war horse, was thrown far away by the war horse.

Perhaps it was due to Dodor's bad luck that he landed right in a row of barbs that were repellent.

In addition, Duoduo's head was super low when he landed, and his head with a helmet hit directly into the barbs of the horse.

The force of the impact caused Dordor to faint instantly, and when the spear battalion chased after Dordor and still didn't wake up.

Faced with the golden armor worn by Dord, even the most ordinary pikemen in the pikemen knew that the unconscious Dordor must be an important figure in the Tartar army.

In this way, the fifteen Beledodor on behalf of the Tartar royal family were so unlucky to be captured on the battlefield of the spear camp.