Under the slaughter of the Western Liang cavalry and the Bingzhou wolf cavalry, countless Xianbei captives tried to escape.
But this was destined to be useless!
When they had weapons in their hands, they had been defeated by the Western Liang cavalry and the Bing Province wolf cavalry.
How could the Xianbei captives, whose hands and feet were bound, escape?
"Great God of Kunlun, please save your people!”
"Send down heavenly lightning to kill these Han soldiers. For this, I'm willing to give up my life.”
“……”
With no hope of escaping, countless Xianbei captives knelt on the ground.
They smeared blood on their faces and cursed the Han army before they died.
Zhuge Mu rode on his horse and looked at everything coldly. There was not a trace of pity on his face.
He rode his horse through the field that was littered with Xianbei captives 'corpses and came before a Xianbei captive who was still convulsing.
"Here, I am the god!"
"The one who ends your lives…the Grim Reaper!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Mu picked up the halberd hanging on the side of his horse and struck the Xianbei captive's chest.
The massacre continued…
When there was not a single Xianbei captive left standing on the plains, the six thousand Xi Liang cavalrymen covered in blood and the seven thousand Bingzhou wolf cavalry silently gathered behind Zhuge Mu.
If the Battle of Dingxiang had given them respect for Zhuge Mu, then the fact that Zhuge Mu had slaughtered more than 30,000 Xianbei captives at his command had given them a deep sense of respect.
"Zian, Wenchang, burn them down!”
"It's just the right time to send these people back to the embrace of the Kunlun God.”
Zhuge Mu said to Huang Xu and Wei Yan, who were beside him, and then left on his horse.
As for chopping off the heads of the Xianbei captives and building a temple…
It was not that Zhuge Mu had not thought about it, but he immediately rejected it.
He had already wasted enough time dealing with these Xianbei captives. It wouldn't be too late for him to use the heads of the Outsiders to build the Jingguan after he went to White Wolf Mountain and chopped off the heads of Tadun, Louban, and Nengchen.
Under the illumination of the raging flames, the Han army led by Zhuge Mu was like a Shura Army that had just emerged from hell. They plunged into the boundless Northern Desert Plains.
……
As night fell, the vast prairie was quiet.
As the bonfire lit up, the Xianbei herdsmen who had just returned from grazing sat together.
As they drank the horse milk, if they were in the mood, they would take off their sheepskin coats and start the most primitive and unrestrained dance around the bonfire.
"Hadamu, you are so strong. Why don't you follow the Great Leader to kill the enemies and make contributions?”
"After a great battle, if you kill a few weak Han people, the Chief might be happy and reward you with a few Han women! Let me tell you…"
"The women of the Han family are so tender!”
"You won't forget it once you've tasted it.”
"What a pity…"
Beside the bonfire, an old herdsman hammered his broken thigh and shouted at the Xianbei youth, Hadamu, who was singing and dancing.
Especially when he looked at Hadamu's muscular body, his eyes were filled with envy.
Now that he was old, going into battle to kill the enemy had become an extravagant hope.
The old herdsmen could only stay in the tribe to herd horses and sheep, guarding the rear for the Xianbei soldiers.
"Old Muhan, you're bragging about your past again!”
"Do you know what the Chief looks like?”
"If you know, tell everyone!”
The words of the old herdsman, Bilmuhan, drew a burst of mocking laughter from the crowd.
Because everyone knew that this old fellow was drunk again and began to recall the old things of the past when he followed the old leader Tan Shihuai into the Han territory.
"You…you guys…"
The ridicule of his own kind made Old Mohan furious.
"You bastards, the Kunlun Gods won't protect you.”
"Hmph, a bunch of young girls who don't even know what the Han Family's women feel like.”
Old Mu Han cursed!
At this moment, he felt a tremor beneath his feet.
With his years of experience, he immediately determined that it was the sound of a large number of cavalry galloping.
"Could it be that the tribe leader has led the tribe's army back in triumph?”
Old Murhan couldn't help but think.
However, when he leaned on the ground and listened carefully, his expression changed drastically when he estimated the approximate number of cavalrymen.
This was because the army that was charging over was at least a cavalry legion of more than ten thousand people. It was impossible for the five thousand cavalry led by their patriarch to compare.
"Then, will the triumphant teams of other large tribes pass by us?”
Old Mohan still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, trying to calm himself down.
However!
As the sound of the cavalry galloping grew louder, Old Murhan finally saw the charging army.
It was the Han army!
At this moment, Old Murhan was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
He let out a shrill cry.
"Han Army!"
"The Han army is coming!"
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