Sharp arrows rained down, suppressing the Qinghai army that did not even dare to raise their heads, so they had to start retreating. At the sound of an order, the army began to retreat into the riverbed that had been exposed after the flood.

What Morong Qinghai didn't expect was that after the flood, the entire riverbed was soaked to a pulp, the horse's hooves fell, and they suddenly fell into the mud, and it took a lot of effort to pull out the horse's hooves every time. The Juyanhai cavalry on the partial heights also began to move down slowly, and the old soldiers were forced to retreat downward, and the crowded cavalry couldn't take care of it at all, and fell into the mud one after another.

Xuan Qi, who was sitting on the high ground and looking down, was suddenly overjoyed, the flood that washed through had soaked the entire riverbed and part of the highlands on both sides of the riverbed into mud, and the horses were stuck in it, and it was very difficult to move forward. Originally, Xuan Qi thought that this early release of water could only teach Morong Qinghai a small lesson, but he didn't expect that the mulberry elm that was lost in the east corner would actually help him a lot with the mud full of river valleys.

And the current task is to drive all the old Mao cavalry to the muddy ground, as long as they are trapped in the muddy ground, these old Mao cavalry are undoubtedly equivalent to live targets. Xuan Qi ordered 10,000 cavalry to go around along the high ground, using bows and arrows to stop the old Mao cavalry who was slowly moving along the high ground, and he himself took the rest of the cavalry, step by step, leaving no gap for the old Mao cavalry trapped in the river valley.

Countless old horsemen had no choice but to abandon their horses, whose hooves were deep in the mud, and began to move slowly towards the lower reaches of the river valley. Others simply swam from the river that had calmed down and swam towards the opposite side. As soon as he stepped on the muddy ground opposite, the heads of a group of cavalry emerged from the high ground, and with a wave of his hand, Iligo suddenly shot out countless sharp arrows, and the old Mao soldiers on the muddy ground became live targets.

Murong Qinghai, who was already mad, had no choice but to be caught in the chaos and slowly retreat downstream. As soon as he turned the bend of the river valley, he saw a column of cavalry on the high ground, which was already standing on it and waiting for him. Morong Qinghai looked up to the sky and sighed, knowing that the overall situation had gone, he simply made a ruthless heart, determined to use his flesh and blood to build a road to the high ground.

With an order, countless old horsemen instigated their horses under their crotches and began to attack the highlands, and they rushed up more than a dozen zhang in an instant. The rain of arrows was like locusts, all concentrated on the old Mao soldiers under the high ground, and the rolling down war horses and the corpses of the old Mao soldiers suddenly blocked the way for the cavalry behind them to rush upward.

Soon, Murong Qinghai organized a second charge, but Tajevic rushed to the front this time, constantly waving the spear in his hand, blocking many sharp arrows that were fired downward. Tajevich was extremely fast, and he was only a few feet away from the high ground, and when he looked up, he saw a white-robed general sitting on a horse, and a sharp arrow was facing him.

Tajevich screamed, turned his horse's head and rushed towards the river valley, but Xuan Qi had already let go of the bowstring in his hand, and with a sharp arrow, he shot straight at Tajevic. With a pop, the arrow pierced through Tajevich's armor, and it was actually from the back

Pierced through the chest and shot into the lower abdomen of an old hairy cavalryman in front of him, and then stopped.

Tajevich was shot by an arrow, and he threw himself forward, falling off his horse. Seeing that the Lord was about to be shot down, countless old hairy cavalry couldn't help but be frightened by Xuan Qi's bravery, and they turned their horses' heads and rushed towards the river valley. The old hairy cavalry who was rushing upwards collided with the retreating cavalry, and suddenly the people turned on their backs, and there was a big chaos.

Murong Qinghai saw Tajevic being pierced by an arrow from a distance, and he had already guessed that the white-robed general was the Mr. Bai who made people smell bad. At a glance, he saw that Mr. Bai had set up a bow and arrow, aiming at himself, and Mo Rong Qinghai suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, turned over and got off the war horse, hiding behind the war horse.

Xuan Qi showed a hint of a smile, let go of his hand and let go of the bowstring, and the sharp arrow still shot in the direction where Murong Qinghai was. Poof, accompanied by the neighing of Murong Qinghai's mount, the sharp arrow shot into the back of the war horse, but it passed through the horse's body and shot at Murong Qinghai's side tremblingly.

In the neighing sound of the horse, the war horse fell down, and it was about to press on Murong Qinghai's body. Murong Qinghai had no choice but to roll on the ground in a hurry, avoiding the war horse that had been pressed down, and when he got up, he was already covered in mud and was quite embarrassed.

Xuan Qi, who was so brave, suddenly boosted the morale of the Juyan Sea Cavalry, and in the roar, it seemed that the sharp arrows shot in his hands were a little more powerful. War horses and cavalry kept falling, and the river was densely packed. In the mud, countless old Mao cavalry still trudged forward with difficulty, and Morong Qinghai couldn't take care of much, but under the protection of his own soldiers, he quickly rushed into the mud of the river, desperately heading downstream.

The Xuanqi army was not in a hurry, slowly approaching the river, and with every step of approaching, countless old woolly cavalry would fall with arrows. The condescending Xuanqi army is not afraid of the sharp arrows of the old Mao cavalry to counterattack at all, unless there is a divine power like Xuan Qi, there is no old Mao cavalry who can shoot arrows from the bottom to the top, and they can still hit the other party. Countless sharp arrows were shot halfway, but they were all powerless. At this point in the battle, tens of thousands of old Mao soldiers have lost their lives, but the Xuanqi army is miraculous and there is no casualty.

The very depressed Murong Qinghai, it is very difficult to pull it out every time he settles, but the will to survive supports Morong Qinghai to constantly pull out his legs and fall into it again. And Xuan Qi's army approached the river valley, but it also began to have sporadic casualties, and countless wounded and fallen old Mao soldiers began to launch a counterattack, and Xuan Qi had to order a part of the army to put away bows and arrows and replace them with spears to deal with it. Every old soldier lying on the ground on the edge of the river valley will be shot by the Juyan Sea cavalry armed with a spear, and as for the old soldier in the muddy field, as long as there is a slight movement, he will be immediately shot into a hedgehog by a bow and arrow.

Xuan Qi led the army slowly forward along the high ground, harvesting the lives of the old Mao soldiers all the way, and the tens of thousands of cavalry who stayed behind the palace also began to walk into the muddy ground, and they didn't intend to let go of any of the old Mao soldiers who were still alive. The 10,000 cavalrymen stabbed the spears in their hands, but they also picked up the arrows on the corpses and on the ground, and sent them to the army that was still shooting the old soldiers in front of them.

The sky was getting dark, and countless torches were lit. Under Xuan Qi's order, the army began to search for the old Mao soldiers who had slipped through the net along the upper and lower reaches of the river valley, and did not withdraw until midnight.

Until many years later, when people talked about this battle with less than 300 casualties and the total annihilation of 90,000 old Mao soldiers, they would still shudder, and the corpses and blood merged into the red water of the Zabhan River, which was deeply imprinted in the minds of those who passed by.