His retreat was cut off, although there were still tens of thousands of troops on the eastern bank of the Vistula. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but because the pontoon bridge is burning violently, it can't be passed at all. Centaur units of his cronies were firing at each other with the Polotsk river flotilla on the river.

The nomadic troops, on whom he could rely had just suffered heavy losses. The Slavites, whom he saw as cannon fodder, scattered and scattered, partly at a loss. Some others turned around and attacked him. At the same time, he also saw that the floodgates of the estuary fortress were slowly opening. Behind the gates, there were the cavalry of the Mystian Army, which had been holding back for a long time.

William did not miss this opportunity, and this time, it was his turn to attack Sarida Khan.

"No, it's not right—they've already prepared the arson raft, why didn't they use it before?!, why didn't they take it out now—" Sarida Khan suddenly shouted—but halfway through the shout, he understood William's intentions—

If William had done this before that, then Sarida Khan would have chosen to retreat, and at the same time, the Slavites would not have collapsed, and Sarida Khan would have had enough troops. The effect of arson rafts is naturally far from reaching this level.

"In other words, he would rather put himself in such a dangerous situation than hold back the harm to me......" Serida Khan's expression appeared in his heart again. It was a few months before when he had a separate meeting with William in his Great Golden Horde. At that time, William smiled, very, very, very calmly. It's almost like he's in control.

"That...... Lunatic. "Sarida Khan finally understood that he had lost. By the time he chose to attack William in a desperate way, he had already lost, and he had lost completely. There is not a penny left.

Sarida Khan, isolated, has a strong army in front of him, and has no way back......

"Kublai is coming! Where is my son Kublai coming?! Quick! Don't let him care about anything else! Let him come back! Let him join me. ”

Sarida Khan suddenly remembered - he also had a son. His son had tens of thousands of horsemen in his hands, and if he allowed this army to join the ranks of the battle, then if he could not reverse his own decline, he would at least be able to stabilize the soldiers who had fallen into chaos. No matter how bad it is, you can use this cavalry to fight your way out and escape-

It was at this time that behind the four gates of the fortress at the mouth of the river, a large number of Mestian cavalry rushed out. Rushing towards the Tarta army, which outnumbered them several times and had no will to fight at all.

Behind the cavalry, there were more infantry - they were very excited, and at the same time very excited. Not even a formation – but it doesn't matter. The battle that followed cannot be called a battle at all. It's just a simple harvest. That's all. It doesn't need to be rigorous. It's not even a little better without an array.

"It's over. William looked at the chaotic Tarta army under the city walls, raised his head, and then sighed.

"Win, William, we win! We're holding on!" was beside William, and Charlumie's mood was noticeably more excited than his.

"Yes. Hearing her say this, William smiled as well. Then he drew his sword: "Next, it's the Ouroboros chase." Let's go, Charlumie. How about we kill more of the Tarta army than we are?"

"I'm not going to lose to you. Hearing William say this, Charlumie was also interested. The two men jumped straight down the parapet and chased after the crumbling Slavic army—

At the same time, Sarida Khan still did not give up hope: "Quick, go to Kublai quickly! Heralds! All heralds go to him! Go as fast as possible!!"

Soon, however, bad news followed—Kublai had already left—and after the rout of Sarida Khan's army, he made the most correct judgment at the first moment—after leaving a few thousand cavalry behind and trapping Duke Otto, he led his troops south—to the south, there was still a shoal to cross in the upper reaches of the Vistula. He could have escaped.

After that, the tens of thousands of nomadic cavalry under his command, as well as the centaur warriors, were the best capital for his re-emergence in the Tarta region.

Although after Kublai left, the more than 2,000 nomadic cavalry he left behind were scattered by Duke Otto, and it did not play any role. But the duke, who had William in mind, did not continue to pursue Kublai and continued to the east with his army. Kublai made the right bet -

"Kublai Huntaiji is gone—his army is gone!"

When Sarida Khan heard the news, he was stunned. A feeling of betrayal and separation arose. The next moment he drew his cutlass and tried to slash it towards his neck—but before that, someone had grabbed his blade.

"Father Khan!" was Sayrei beside Sarida Khan. It was his youngest son who stopped him: "Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood." Don't let the enemies and betrayers see the joke!"

"......" saw that he was holding his blade, his hands were full of blood, but he didn't realize it, he just looked at his little son earnestly. Sarida Khan slowly withdrew his sword.

"You're right. I can't die yet. At least for now, I can't die. He turned his head, and took one last look at the Mystian cavalry that was getting closer and closer, slashing the ground with people's heads rolling, and couldn't help but grit his teeth—if it were in peacetime, he would have needed only a thousand and a half centaur warriors to crush such a scum army—but now—

"Retreat!" at last. Sarida Khan said this through gritted teeth, then turned around, tore off his armor, threw it to the ground, and ran towards the Vistula River - although the shallows that could be crossed were covered in fire, there was no problem in other deep waters - take off his armor and cross it, no problem!

Seeing that Sarida Khan had finally made up his mind, Salilei finally breathed a sigh of relief - Sarida Khan could not die now. If he died, the next person to ascend to the throne of Khan would be his eldest brother Kublai. He has no soldiers or power, and he doesn't have many people to support him, so he is lucky to be able to save his life when he goes back to Tartarya to meet the new Khan. This is not the result that Celile wants!

"Kublai betrayed his father Khan at a critical moment. When he returned, his father Khan would never spare him. Even if he has tens of thousands of troops in his hands, and his father Khan is close to total annihilation, he will never be his opponent! Coupled with today's performance, then the future Great Khan of Tartaria will definitely be me!"

Although the defeat was so far, it was extremely embarrassing, but Celier's heart was hot-

He also turned his head in the example of Sarida Khan, and took one last look at the Bayou Fortress. The fortress, which had been blackened by days of artillery fire and gunsmoke, stood abruptly in the world like a monster. Let Celilei involuntarily shiver.

"In the future, if I become the Great Khan, as long as the Hereford father and son are in power, I will not cross the Vistula for a day. With this decision in his mind, Celile also turned around and threw his cumbersome armor and helmet to the ground as he ran in the direction of the Vistula River.

Tartaria's most elite cowardly army was defeated before a fight, discarding its armor and scrambling to escape across the Vistula River. One or two, both of them were extremely embarrassed.

The Nine White Silks, who represented the supreme power of the grassland, fell. Usually, even a second glance is blasphemy. If his identity is not enough, he will cut off his arm if he touches it, but now he has become garbage for the rout to be trampled on. At the same time, the entire army of the cowardly Xue army, which represented the highest combat power of the steppe, collapsed, and the elite warriors who had been put together from the entire Cuman-Qincha grassland ran as fast as rabbits at this moment. In an instant, the 100,000 Tartarian army was scattered - a miracle happened under the light of the fire on the Vistula River.

Seeing that the main forces on the other side collapsed like this. The army of Tartaria on the east bank of the Vistula River was also unable to hold on. The soldiers desperately loaded their pockets with supplies and looted gold, silver and jewelry. Then he got on the horse and turned around and left. The normally hierarchical army has become a rabble of complete chaos, and the noble officers who are usually high above have become fat sheep who have been robbed for the first time - after killing these people, the soldiers began to fire themselves again-

After returning to the east bank of the Vistula River, he saw that the camp was also in chaos, and there were countless shouts of killing. Sarida Khan didn't look back, turned around and left—they couldn't stay here, the Mystyan army had boats in their hands, and they could easily cross the river and kill them if they wanted to.

"The camp, the goods, the food and the grass that were left here...... Think of it as bait thrown at them. As long as there is life, then one day, I will be able to kill it back!" Sarida Khan thought in his heart, continued to grit his teeth, and ran wildly towards the eastern steppe-

"Father Khan, where are we going?" asked in a loud voice beside Sarida Khan, "Are you going back to Tronica?"

"No!" shouted Sarida Khan, "let's go to the steppe!"

"Steppe, Father Khan—" Selilei was a little strange for a moment, why didn't he go back to Tronica, but instead went farther to the Kuman-Chincha steppe. However, Sarida Khan did not explain to him. He also held this question in his heart-

After Sarida Khan left the battlefield with his son, henchmen and a small number of cowardly Xue troops. The tide of the battle is finally out of variables. This span is two years. The war that swept the entire Great Frontier region has finally settled.