The Huns completely collapsed.
Although they were the bravest in the entire Great Prairie and had forced the Da Yue Clan and Donghu to retreat.
However, in front of Great Qin's Cavalry, who were even more powerful and iron-blooded, they were like weak lambs. They could not form an effective defensive line, and their soldiers had no will to fight.
Especially after hearing that Chief Touman had been captured alive, he did not even have the last bit of strength to resist.
All of them wanted to quickly escape this terrifying place and escape from Great Qin's killing gods that seemed to come from hell.
In the darkness, countless people were killing each other because they were fighting for the escape route.
After capturing Touman alive, Fu Su gave the order to set fire to the Xiongnu camp. A huge fire broke out.
The campsite, which stretched for dozens of miles without any fire protection measures, was directly set on fire.
Even from tens of kilometers away, one could clearly see the towering fire.
The fire even set the Xiongnu people's stables on fire. The frightened horses ran around in all directions, trampling on countless Xiongnu people under their hooves.
The fire burned for a whole night before it subsided.
This was all thanks to the fact that they were the envoys with abundant water and grass. Otherwise, if the grasslands dried up in autumn and winter, half of the grasslands would have been burned to the ground.
When the first ray of dawn rose, even Meng Tian and the others, who were prepared, were completely stunned.
Corpses
were everywhere within a radius of several dozen miles!
The corpse of a warhorse!
The corpses of the Xiongnu soldiers!
Many of them were burnt to ashes by the fire!
It was a tragic sight!
That night, the Xiongnu lost at least 100,000 people!
Looking at the camp that had turned into ashes, even the dejected Chief Touman could not help but cry.
It was too tragic.
One had to know that the entire Xiongnu tribe had less than a million people.
More than 20% of them were gathered in the Xiongnu King's tent.
Now that more than 100,000 of them had died and the rest had been captured by Great Qin's Cavalrymen, the Xiongnu people had not only been greatly injured, but their entire spine had been broken.
After sunrise, Chief Touman could tell that Great Qin only had 10,000 Cavalrymen.
At the thought of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Chief Touman's mind.
One had to know that in order to deal with the Great Yue Clan, he had summoned the leaders of the various tribes to gather the elites of the tribes to meet up at the main tent.
In total, there were at least 100,000 cavalry.
Even though they were not as strong as Great Qin's killing gods individually, they had at least ten times the advantage in numbers!
Moreover, this was the Great Prairie, the territory of the Xiongnu!
Even if they were lucky enough to obtain a great victory from a sneak attack, when the Xiongnu people came back to their senses, they would definitely not be a match for the Xiongnu people, who were ten times their number, in a direct battle.
You can't even run!
Touman's heart couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope, and he was even more reluctant to die.
"This guy seems to have some hope?”
"Meng Tian, arrange for a few people who understand Xiongnu language to interrogate him. As long as he doesn't die, you can do whatever you want!”
Fu Su coldly glanced at Tou Man.
The reason why he wanted to capture Touman alive was not only to show off his martial arts, but also to maximize his value.
"Yes, Young Master!"
Meng Tian said respectfully.
After this unprecedented victory, he was like the other soldiers in the army and was completely convinced by Fu Su. He saw Fu Su as Great Qin's God of War, an existence that held up the heavens.
Moreover, this was the interrogation of the Xiongnu's Touman Chanyu, the most prestigious leader in the entire Great Prairie!
Meng Tian decided to personally go into battle, bringing along a few personal guards who were proficient in the Xiongnu language to give Tou Man a very serious and meticulous lesson on the Great Qin's criminal law.
Chief Touman didn't want to confess at first.
After all, he was the founder of the Xiongnu. Although he was captured alive, he still had some dignity, right?
When the Xiongnu soldiers arrived and defeated Great Qin, as long as he could escape, he would still be the mighty Prairie King.
However, an hour later, after experiencing three sets of torture from Great Qin, Touman, who had lived like a prince for a long time, completely collapsed.
"I thought he was a tough nut to crack, but who knew he was just a good-for-nothing!”
Meng Tian disdainfully spat at Touman, who was as limp as mud. Then, she found a few high-ranking Xiongnu captives and continued interrogating them.
Soon, Meng Tian's expression turned serious.
"Young Master, according to the confessions of Touman and the others, there are currently more than 100,000 Xiongnu cavalrymen coming from all directions.”
"Moreover, the situation on the battlefield last night was extremely chaotic. Our army only had 10,000 people. It was difficult to ensure that no one could escape and report to these people.”
"Young Master, in Meng Tian's opinion, why don't we retreat?”
"If we set off now, the other Xiongnu tribes won't be able to react in time. We can definitely retreat to Shangjun!”
"This great victory has already caused the Xiongnu people to be greatly weakened. Without eight to ten years, they won't be able to pose a threat to Great Qin!”
"Young Master can bring Chief Touman back to Xianyang.”
Meng Tian said seriously.
Fu Su smiled faintly.
He could totally understand Meng Tian's thoughts.
After all, this battle was an unprecedented victory, and it was enough to comfort the past Qin Kings and Great Qin's martyrs who had sacrificed themselves on the Outlander battlefield, ensuring that Fu Su would become Great Qin's Crown Prince.
However, what Fu Su wanted was far more than that.
If they retreated now, the Xiongnu would not be able to pose a threat to Great Qin in the short term.
But what about eight to ten years later? Could it be that he had to do it again?
Furthermore, Fu Su clearly remembered that Mao Dun, the eldest son of Tou Man, was even more ruthless than Tou Man.
To be able to fight against Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, he had to bribe the Moton Consort to live in secret and set a precedent for marriage in the Central Plains.
No matter how the scholars of the later generations tried to glorify it, in Fu Su's eyes, the marriage alliance was a humiliating history.
Relying on the sacrifice of a woman in exchange for temporary safety, how could millions of men raise their heads and live?
Under such circumstances, how could Fu Su let Mao Dun go and give the Xiongnu a chance to make a comeback?
Wasn't it just 100,000 Xiongnu cavalrymen? Just kill them.
"Young Master, you can't!"
"Our army has already lost the upper hand. Using ten thousand people to deal with an enemy ten times stronger is not the way of the military!”
Meng Tian saw the murderous look on Fu Su's face and immediately panicked.
"General Meng, do you know the biggest difference between the Great Qin Empire and the Xiongnu?”
Fu Su waved his hand to interrupt Meng Tian and smiled.
Meng Tian was stunned.
Could it be that Young Master had some god-level plan?
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