The Qin army, whether it was a general or a soldier, could not imagine what kind of scene a melee would be like if it was chaotic to a certain extent, and the Tatars and Nai barbarians put this scene in front of them.

Advance is impossible to advance, retreat cannot retreat, arrows are flying in the air, and the steppe warriors are fighting almost aimlessly.

The war horses have lost their degree, and the murderous spirit of the warriors is constantly fading, but no one can stop, and no one dares to stop, there seem to be enemies all around, and friends all around.

The brave guy will live longer, but the smart guy will live longer.

The Great Khan of the Tatars stood there, and the banner of the barbarian general Kokxue Wu Sabulhei stood there, far away, but no one could get any closer, and everywhere there were warriors fighting, everywhere there were war horses neighing, everywhere there were figures wielding swords and guns, and everywhere there were warriors shouting and fighting.

If this is a group of infantry, it is understandable, but this is a group of real steppe cavalry, but at this time, they are fighting like infantry, and those who are planted on horseback do not necessarily die, and those who ride on horses do not necessarily have many advantages.

The accurate archery skills of the grassland archers have also lost their usefulness at this time, and their strong riding skills have long been thrown out of the clouds.

Although there are many corpses, they are not many compared to the number of people alive on the battlefield and the time they have been fighting, but the number of injured people is several times larger.

This is a chaotic battlefield, this is a terrible place where you can be killed at any time if you rush in, and this is a place of fighting that the soldiers of the Qin army cannot understand. If you let it go on like this, the most likely outcome will be. The Tatars will be defeated, but that will be after dark.

And what the night of the steppe means means that even if the Tatars are defeated, they have a chance to escape, that is, after the barbarians have paid huge casualties, they can only let the scarred Tatars flee in groups under their noses.

Maybe early the next morning. The victor will pursue, and will also catch up with some Tatars, but the results will definitely not be too great, compared to the winner of the pursuit, the loser will probably flee faster, but whether the barbarians who have fought for a day still have the strength to chase the dead and chase the north, it is really a question.

There aren't so many ifs, though. When the Qin army defeated the Naiman army in front of them, the battle on the left flank of the coalition army was already doomed.

The victory belonged to the combined forces of the Qin and Tatars, and this result would not change.

The Qin army's iron cavalry of the brigade began to turn to this side, and after a big battle, the Qin soldiers were a little tired. But morale was even higher than before the battle, because they had defeated an invincible opponent, because they had defeated several times the enemy.

At this time, they were so excited that they almost faced the same number of enemies even later. The illusion that they can also fight......

It was an inflated increase in self-confidence and a feeling unique to the victors after the war.

The banner of the Qin army's Chinese army was shifted to the left. The military orders of the great general Zhao Shi soon reached the generals of the various departments, and Mu Huali led his troops to rest for an hour, preparing to pursue the fleeing enemy.

Wang Shengbao led the army to encircle and annihilate the enemy on the left flank.

Encirclement and annihilation, yes, is encirclement and annihilation, when the Qin army defeated the enemy in front of it, and the various units of the Chinese army did not care about cleaning up the battlefield, they surrounded the left and attacked behind the Naiban army.

The barbarians seemed to have finally come to their senses and were defeated, and many of their warriors did not even believe their ears, but they quickly lost their enthusiasm and determination to fight, and panicked and scurried about, intending to find a way to survive.

The Tatars finally came to their senses in the chaos of the war, and immediately their morale was greatly boosted, and they launched a fierce counterattack against the Naibarians, but then, Bu Yan Xiban, Bulu Heitai, and suddenly received military orders to restrain their troops and prepare to surround the last strength of the Nai Barbarians......

Groups of Qin troops, under the orders of the officers, had formed a situation of encirclement, ready to intercept the barbarians who broke through.

Defeated, such a panicked cry soon reached the ears of the Nabarians, and many of the Nabarian tribesmen looked at the sun in disbelief.

The sun hasn't risen overhead yet, that is, it's not yet noon, how can it be? How so?

This was the idea of most of them, and most of them had never seen so many cavalry in their lives, and they did come with the determination to win, because they did not believe that there was anyone in the steppe who could defeat so many barbarian warriors, and that so many warriors, even if they rode over, would be enough to destroy a mighty tribe.

But in a short period of time, in the face of a group of enemies who were much less than them, they were defeated?

The chaotic battlefield makes them have no time to care about what happened to the battlefield in the middle, but the result will not change in any way because they can't believe it.

Both the Hu and Han people were actually similar after the defeat, and when they realized that they had been defeated, their first thought was to flee from this battlefield.

If they had woken up earlier, maybe they would have a better chance of escaping, but now, when the Qin army has already lined up behind their formation and formed an encirclement of them, this probability will hardly appear, in the face of the scattered deserters, the Qin army who are waiting for them to cut them down one by one and shoot them on the grassland, it is not half a point more difficult than the previous battle.

The defeated pawns who lost their souls were no better than the lambs, and maybe they would fight back to the death, but the trouble caused to the Qin army was minimal......

The shouts of killing on the battlefield gradually faded, and under the encirclement and suppression of the Qin army and the Tatar warriors who had recovered their strength, most of the fleeing Naiban cavalry turned into the souls of the battlefield on the battlefield.

Eventually, many loyal Naiban warriors gathered under the general's banner, and although it was not the general himself who held the banner, the banner still fluttered on the grassland, that is, the last pride of the Naiban remained here.

The banner wandered around the grassland, trying to break through the encirclement and rush out, and there were more and more Nabarian warriors gathered under the banner, and the impact became stronger and stronger.

But this can only be the last struggle, the Qin army appeared more and more near the left, peeling off the layers of the barbarian warriors around the banner, and finally, around the banner, are all wearing the light red military uniform of the Qin army, galloping on the periphery, and the howls of foreign warriors are endless.

At last Ruur Abah stopped wearily, and put the great banner that seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds on the ground, and the young Nabarian looked up to the sky and told himself, It's over, it's over.

The glory of the barbarians, no longer owns him, and he wants to shout, let us die here, and the gods will witness our loyalty and courage......

But when his gaze fell on the panicked and desperate faces around him, his throat seemed to be gagged, these were the warriors of the Nabarian tribe, who had come here and fought valiantly against the enemy, and they had done their best.

The enemy is too strong, they are defeated, defeat is humiliating, but ...... Do you really not leave a way for them to live?

And what about himself, he wants to make the tribe stronger, he wants his name to spread all over the grassland, these ambitions have not been realized, and he is going to die here?

If you lose your glory, you can regain it, if you lose your status, you can exchange it for the enemy's head again, but if you lose your life, even if you enter the realm of the gods, what else can you do, even if the loser dies in battle, he will be branded with shame, will the gods let a loser live under his glory?

The desire to survive rose in his heart, which could no longer be suppressed, and soon found many reasons.

"Drop your scimitars, drop your bows and arrows, and we will stop attacking......"

"You have done your best, worthy of the title of warrior, and now, our noble general, allow you to surrender......"

The voice of persuasion to surrender sounded, and soon resounded, it was the Tatar language familiar to the barbarians, similar to the Naiban dialect, they could naturally understand, and there was no accident, this is the declaration of the victor, but also the power of the victor, the loser has no choice, only two ways: death in battle and surrender......

The Naiban warriors around the banner felt humiliated and clenched their scimitars in their hands, but their eyes were turned in the direction of the banner, and under the banner, Ruur Abbala's face changed, and his gaze swept over the faces of all the warriors around him, and many avoided his gaze.

In the face of life and death, even the most valiant samurai have a hard time making decisions for themselves, and they often hope that others will make decisions before them, in fact, this is a clear choice.

Ruur Abba pursed his lips, but the strength of his hand gradually relaxed, and the banner fell with a bang, and many Nabarian warriors were relieved, but the cry resounded in the crowd.

Some of the warriors who did not want to live in shame struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, meet the arrogant enemies, and sprinkle their own blood on the grassland, and this was the last trace of blood on the battlefield.

The remaining thousands of barbarian warriors6 threw their scimitars and bows and arrows under their horses, and turned over and dismounted, and fell to their knees, and their courage and the glory of their warriors departed from them at this moment, but they survived in the end compared to those of their fellow who died in battle.

Although, the fate that greets them may not be wonderful, but there is hope in life, isn't it?

(Commuter pass, commuter pass...... ）

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