Chapter 757: Both sides suffer; Qi State takes the blame, Xia Prefecture acts as the oriole to harvest

The sunset glow spilled onto the plain at the foot of Jinshan, which was like a purgatory on earth, plating the broken weapons scattered all over the ground and the incomplete corpses piled up like mountains with a layer of shocking dark gold blood color.

Wen Gexi hunched his body, his hands firmly gripping the long saber that had long since curled its edge and was full of gaps, supporting most of his body weight on the hilt, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath.

He raised his eyes, which were covered in bloodshot red and heavy eye mucus, and looked around extremely slowly.

As far as the eye could see, they were all Rouran warriors who were lying in pools of blood, wailing painfully, and almost unable to even lift their knives. The massive formation of the original one hundred thousand army now only had half the number left.

That crazy killing desire born from the destruction of the royal court and the blinding of the mind by hatred finally dissipated slowly like the receding tide after seeing this tragic death and injury of his own clansmen. His brain, which had been burned empty by anger, gradually recovered a trace of cold clarity.

Wen Gexi knew very well that if they continued to fight to the death with the Turks in this mud swamp based on this last breath, even if they could pull Moheduo to be a cushion in the end, the last fire seed that Rouran relied on to multiply would be completely extinguished on this ruthless grassland.

A Rouran general who had lost his left arm walked to Wen Gexi's side with a staggering pace. His face covered in blood stains was full of despair and begging.

Qiu Sheng Tou covered his shoulder that was still seeping blood with his mud-covered palms, stepped forward, knelt on one knee in the mud puddle full of blood, and his hoarse voice carried a heartbreaking desolation.

"Khan, we can't fight anymore."

He knocked his head forcefully, splashing a pool of dark red blood.

"The brothers have shed their last drop of blood, and the grain sent by Qi State has all been burned. If we fight on, our Rouran will really have no roots left."

Several high-level generals who survived also gathered around one after another. They knelt down one after another, staring at their own Khan with silent but death-determined eyes.

Wen Gexi looked at the Turkic royal tent that was still brightly lit and entrenched on the hillside like a giant beast, raised his head, and let out a sorrowful and desperate long howl like an old wolf forced into a desperate situation.

This long howl pulled the heavy internal injuries in his chest, Wen Gexi bent down, opened his big mouth, and spat out a large mouthful of thick heart blood mixed with visceral fragments.

"Pass the military order of this Khan."

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth roughly with his sleeve, his muddy eyes revealing endless unwillingness and decadence.

"The whole army immediately retreats to the east and returns to the depths of the grassland."

Following this order full of humiliation, those remaining Rouran main forces were like a pool of dirty, foul-smelling water receding. They supported each other, carrying full-body wounds and despair, and retreated in a panic toward the endless wind and sand in the east without looking back.

On this retreat route several miles long, soldiers who were seriously injured kept falling on the cold grassland because they were exhausted and had no strength to climb up again.

And in front of the Jinshan Royal Tent, Moheduo, wearing a silver chain armor covered in blood stains, looked coldly at the retreating backs of the Rouran remnants who were like stray dogs, and did not issue any order to pursue.

This was not because he had compassion, but because the Turkic army had also drained the last trace of strength in their blood vessels in this consumption war that had no reason at all.

A general came to Moheduo and presented a secret letter searched from a Turkic general.

Moheduo dismantled the cowhide paper with blood-stained fingers and unfolded the letter paper with a bit of moisture, bringing it close to the light of the torch.

The handwriting on the letter paper was vigorous and powerful, describing in detail a magnificent blueprint for the Great Qi to provide unlimited military equipment and grain, and to unite with Rouran to completely swallow and divide the Turkic grassland in a Great Qi monarch's tone.

Looking at the text that was so detailed that even the march route and the details of dividing the grassland were clear, the face of this Turkic Crown Prince, who was originally deep and gloomy, twisted into a ball because of anger at this moment.

His slender fingers kept exerting force on the edge of the letter paper, the joints making a faint sound due to excessive tightening.

This Turkic Crown Prince, who had always been self-righteous and clever, swallowed the deep and unfathomable poisonous fish bait thrown by Chen Yan completely without a trace of doubt at this moment.

"What a Great Qi Crown Prince, what a borrowing of a knife to kill."

Moheduo roared through gritted teeth. He closed his hands and violently rubbed the fake secret letter into countless scraps of paper, letting those paper pieces drift in the cold wind.

He turned around and locked his eyes, which were bloodshot due to hatred, firmly onto the direction of Yecheng in the Central Plains, which was separated by continuous mountain ranges in the south.

"This Crown Prince makes a poisonous oath to the Jinshan Eternal Blue Sky today."

Moheduo drew the curved saber at his waist and inserted the blade heavily into the mud soaked in blood under his feet.

"As long as my Turks recover their vitality one day, I will surely lead troops south, use the heads of the Great Qi Gao clan imperial house to sacrifice to the tens of thousands of Turkic heroic souls who died, to avenge this hatred of stabbing in the back and providing military equipment to slaughter my clansmen today."

With the gradual calming of this tragic battle, the entire grassland fell into the deepest and most deathly weak period in decades.

A large number of small vassal tribes that once relied on Rouran and Turks completely lost the protection of the royal court's military power, just like lambs that had been shelled, exposed to the cold wind.

The perspective crossed that Great Wall that had experienced vicissitudes, and in a huge canyon on the edge of the desert that was covered by wind and sand all year round and was hidden.

Three thousand elite cavalry of Great Zhou Xia Prefecture, armed to the teeth, with both people and horses wearing light soft armor.

They had been lurking silently like ghosts in this deathly silent canyon where even bird calls didn't exist for three full days.

Lu Ming, who was nearly two meters tall and riding a special large black horse, was like a black volcano that could erupt at any time.

He raised his thick arm covered in heavy leather, and slowly lifted the black iron armor mask covering his face.

On that rough face, a cruel, violent, and bloodthirsty smile that revealed extreme desire for slaughter slowly emerged.

He held the hundred-jin iron-forged horse spear, which was born for armor-breaking, with one hand. The huge weight was as light as nothing in his hand, and the sharp spear tip reflected the death cold light that harvested life under the scorching sun piercing the clouds.

A deputy general beside him drove his horse forward cautiously, respectfully handing over a brocade bag sewn with red silk with both hands.

That was the highest top-secret military order personally bestowed by Chen Yan before they left the city, strictly ordering that it must be opened three days later.

Lu Ming brutally tore open the drawstring of the brocade bag with his thick fingers and pulled out the silk scroll with only a few words written on it.

His violent eyeballs swept across the silk scroll quickly, and a low, suppressed crazy laugh erupted in his chest.

Lu Ming stuffed the silk scroll back into his bosom, straightened his iron-tower-like waist, and with his deep, resonant voice, read this ambitious military order to the three thousand Xiazhou cavalrymen in the canyon, whose eyes had long since turned green with suppressed hunger.

"Zhuguo has an order."

Lu Ming raised the horse spear in his hand, pointing directly at the vast and boundless grassland hinterland ahead.

"Take advantage of their illness."

The warhorses snorted uneasily, and the soldiers tightened the hilts of their sabers.

"Take their lives."

Lu Ming grinned, revealing his sharp, white teeth.

"This time we avoid the main army camp of Rouran, and specifically pick those vassal tribes that have empty defenses and don't even have a decent general to attack."

He lowered his body, his eyes revealing an undisguised bandit style.

"Don't attack cities or seize land, don't occupy an inch of grassland."

All the Xia Prefecture cavalry leaned forward slightly on their horses, listening to the goal that made their blood boil.

"Only want population, only want craftsmen who can build weapons, only want warhorses that can be ridden as combat power and fat cattle and sheep."

Lu Ming clamped the horse's belly, and the big black horse let out a dull low roar.

"Dig the foundation of this grassland, along with the mud, clean for me."

These three thousand most elite cavalry of Great Zhou were like a group of hungry wolves released from hell. Under Lu Ming's leadership, they rushed out of the canyon and bared their fangs that were enough to swallow everything toward those unprepared grassland tribes.

A unilateral carnival that only sought to plunder the foundation and did not seek to kill the enemy was about to unfold again on this land that was already riddled with holes.

The wind on the grassland, at this moment, blew more bone-chilling than ever.

The sand and dust with the bloody smell were destined to bury the wails of countless living beings in this long yellow sand of history forever. ===== CHAPTER 758 =====