The flames spread so quickly that there was no place in the camp that was left untouched.

And the 3,000 soldiers of the first battalion led by Taoglas had few survivors in this chaotic killing.

And among them, not including Taoglas.

When he died, it was actually a bit of an accident, because although he was prepared, he was a leader after all, thinking that there were so many people below, he would always give him enough protection.

But things on the battlefield often don't make people take things for granted.

When a burning Zasaktu soldier leapt to his feet and knocked him off his horse, he knew he was finished.

Sure enough, even though he took out a dagger and stabbed him in the stomach, the soldier didn't let go of the hands that were holding him. The fire eventually spread to him, and the intense pain made him want to roll on the ground, but the soldiers holding him made it extremely difficult for him to move.

In the end, he was slashed in the neck in a trance, and his head did not fall off, but the blood spurted out far away.

He's dead.

For the sake of the tribe?

It was the final question on his mind.

In fact, most of these 3,000 people died not very vigorously, some were attacked by sneak attacks, some could not beat others, and some were even trampled to death by the war horses that burned their buttocks.

But no matter what, no one cares how they die, only remembering that the sacrifice of their three thousand people gave Tushetu a chance at life.

By the time Subadi returned to the battlefield with the army again, the fire had already decreased.

Not long after the time passed, they arrived in time.

But for the whole battle, they came too late.

Too late.

Subadilma stood outside the camp and could see the surroundings by the light of the fire.

As far as the eye could see, there were all the corpses of Zasaktu soldiers, and these people, who had been alive two hours ago, had now become corpses.

Some were burned to death by fire, some were killed by arrows, and some were mercilessly beheaded by sabers, and their heads were in different places.

Subadi felt a fire in his heart, and he tightened his grip on the reins as if to vent his anger.

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Alas...

Gonbu sighed and shoved the last piece of bread in his mouth into his mouth.

After breakfast, he called his leaders again to discuss his next plans.

It is true that many people on the other side have been eliminated, but it does not mean that the situation of the war has taken a decisive turn. They are still outnumbered, and they will be completely deprived of water for two days.

The only thing that was much better than the original was that the other party soon ran out of food.

The next situation seems to depend on who can handle it.

"Great Khan, they have nothing to eat, but they have no intention of leaving, and it looks like they are waiting, waiting for their people to bring food and grass. But we can't wait any longer, no matter how much we save, we won't have water to drink tomorrow.

A person can go three days without food, but not three days without water. If this continues, we still won't be able to hold on!"

"How do you know you can't hold it? They are fighting in different places, we occupy a favorable position, what can't we hold? No matter how persistent they are, they will always be boiled away!"

"They won't go!"

"Why?"

"If it were you, would you be willing to lose so many people?"

"Unwilling."

"That's not it. The purpose of their current camp upstream is to continue to cut off the water supply and wait for us to collapse without a fight. But didn't they think about a problem? We don't have water to drink, because we're stuck here.

What if we're not here?"

One of the leaders said with a smile on his face.

"Not here? You mean we're shifting positions?"

"Can't you? This is our Tushetu territory, don't we go wherever we want? At the moment, we still have nearly 20,000 soldiers, and he is only 30,000. Do you really dare to fight with us without any scruples?

Is he really not afraid of Shuo Lei coming to a yellow finch behind? Finally picked up a bargain?"

The crowd was silent, including Gonbu.

Because they think that what this man said is really reasonable.

"Transfer!"

Since there is no one to confront in front of them, and there is no danger of being wiped out at any time, why not run and wait? Waiting to die of thirst?

So, before Subadi could react and was still immersed in grief, Gunbu gave an order, and the whole tribe began to move again.

By the time Subadi learned of this, Gunbu had already walked more than ten miles with his people.

Subbadi's anger was like thunder, and he subconsciously wanted to send someone to chase him, but he was stopped by Temur.

"Great Khan, we only have 30,000 people at the moment, and even if we catch up, it will inevitably be a tough battle. 30,000 against 18,000, but there is no possibility of defeat. But the loss of manpower is inevitable, if the casualties are a little bigger, what should we do next? Even if you can win, is it worth it?

Will it really be cheapened by Shuo Lei?"

Subadi was quiet.

He began to think about the possibilities of Temur's words, the pros and cons of fighting in such a situation.

In the end, reason prevailed over anger, and he reluctantly lowered his horsewhip.

"What shall we do?"

Looking around, no one answered his question.

Everyone didn't speak, but their expressions seemed to have responded wordlessly.

The hope of victory has become slim since last night.

Whether they admit it or not, they are no longer able to annex Tumut according to the original plan and achieve the supreme glory of unifying Mobei.

"Retreat."