Chapter 992: Chasing South and Driving North

"Mule Hongzhen, I previously thought you were still something of an ambitious hero, but I didn't expect you to be nothing more than a coward. Do you only dare to show yourself after the soldiers and commanders protecting you have been killed off one by one?"

As the Great Song Cavalry shot and killed the Beidi soldiers, Chen Hu shouted loudly, his tone full of mockery.

The hatred he had hidden in his heart for so many years was finally released today, and he felt exceptionally refreshed.

However, this only slightly eased his hatred; he believed that the revenge against the Grassland must continue.

The Beidi tribes on the Grassland were like cockroaches in a corner.

As long as one was not wiped out, a large group would grow in two years.

Next, the Grassland must be thoroughly swept clean so that it could never threaten the Great Song again.

While Chen Hu was speaking to humiliate Mule Hongzhen.

Mule Hongzhen drew the Curved Blade at his waist, his heart struggling incessantly.

The failure of this duel between cavalry had left him completely disheartened.

The words of advice from Ashuer had once invigorated him.

At that time, it was because he still had a shred of confidence in the Beidi Cavalry.

But now, he only had deep despair.

The Beidi started with cavalry; he naturally understood what the consequences of the Great Song Cavalry surpassing the Beidi Cavalry were.

In the past, the Grassland was the playground of the Beidi Cavalry.

From now on, the Grassland would be the playground of the Great Song Cavalry.

The Great Song Cavalry would no longer have to cower behind city walls, but could enter and leave the Grassland at will, plundering the Grassland just as they had plundered the Great Song.

For the Beidi, this would undoubtedly be a nightmare.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of gunfire continued.

Mule Hongzhen pressed the Dagger in his hand against his chest.

"Khan..." After the Beidi Cavalry was defeated, Bamudan returned to Mule Hongzhen's side.

At this moment, he was clutching his stomach, fresh blood flowing out continuously, his heart filled with endless sorrow.

How powerful they, the Beidi, had once been; if they stomped their feet, the entire Dongtu would tremble.

Yet, the Great Song just happened to produce a Yan Wang, ending their Beidi hegemony right here.

In this way, it pushed the Beidi to the edge of annihilation.

"After I die, Wulanba and Ashuer will continue to lead the Beidi; they will take revenge." Mule Hongzhen gritted his teeth.

He had nowhere left to run; it was either death or becoming a prisoner of the Great Song.

He, Mule Hongzhen, was as proud as an eagle on the Grassland; how could he allow himself to become a prisoner?

"Why must the Khan do this? Perhaps King Wulanba and King Ashuer will win, and they will come to save us," Bamudan pleaded bitterly.

How could he watch the great Beidi Khan commit suicide in front of him?

Mule Hongzhen shook his head, and he pressed the Dagger down a little further.

The cold blade pierced through his clothes, the tip pricking his skin, causing a sharp pain.

At this moment, his hand stopped exerting force.

Facing death, he was ultimately somewhat hesitant.

However, thinking of the cruel reality he would face after being captured, he gritted his teeth and prepared to exert force again.

At the moment he decided to commit suicide, the Beidi soldiers on his perimeter were shot and killed at an astonishing speed.

Just as his Dagger was about to pierce his chest, a gunshot suddenly rang out; he only felt a pain in his right arm, and the Dagger he was holding slipped from his hand.

He was stunned for a moment and looked to his side.

He discovered that the area around himself and Bamudan was already empty, with only the two of them left.

And the Great Song Cavalry, like tigers and wolves, spurred their horses toward him, the firearms in their hands aimed at him and Bamudan.

Seeing this, he immediately leaned over to pick up the Dagger with his left arm.

But another burst of gunfire rang out, and Bamudan collapsed with a thud, landing right on top of the Dagger.

Several blood holes appeared on his back, and fresh blood gushed out; he could no longer live.

"Yan Wang!"

Bamudan's death caused Mule Hongzhen extreme pain in his heart, and thinking that he had failed to die made him even more furious, so he couldn't help but roar.

Just then, Chen Hu arrived on horseback and struck Mule Hongzhen's head with the butt of his gun.

Mule Hongzhen's voice stopped abruptly, his body stiffened, and he fell into the snow.

"This is the New Year's gift our Gun Cavalry presents to His Highness. Tie him up and stuff something into his mouth

to prevent him from biting his tongue," Chen Hu ordered, looking at Mule Hongzhen with full mockery.

If he wanted to die just like that, it would be letting him off too easily.

He had to be made to suffer humiliation in the Great Song.

That would certainly be more painful than killing him.

"Yes, General." Two Gun Cavalrymen immediately dismounted, tied Mule Hongzhen up tightly, tore a strip of cloth from Bamudan's body, and stuffed it into Mule Hongzhen's mouth.

Chen Hu nodded, ordered the soldiers to bring over a horse to carry Mule Hongzhen, and then gave the order, "Support the Northeast and Southwest directions."

Having captured Mule Hongzhen alive, the Gun Cavalrymen were all excited.

Upon receiving the order, they, led by their commanders, charged toward the still-resisting Beidi Cavalry while howling.

First, the Beidi Cavalry who were resisting Zhong Fang saw that the Great Song Cavalry had returned victorious and that their Khan was either dead or captured, and they immediately collapsed.

The remaining ten thousand or so cavalrymen scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

Chen Hu did not order the soldiers to pursue these scattered troops.

At the moment, blocking the Southeast and Southwest was the most urgent priority.

With ten thousand men resisting a force several times their size, they would naturally find it more strenuous than the enemy.

It is imperative to avoid them suffering excessive casualties at this moment.

And among these, the most critical are naturally the Great Song Cavalry in the Southwest.

Therefore, Chen Hu and Zhong Fang immediately headed toward the Southwest.

At this moment.

On the Southwest battlefield, the Ashuer Tribe had lost quite a few Cavalry.

But they had also advanced about ten li.

The Great Song Cavalry could shoot and kill their Cavalry from a long distance; when they pursued, the Great Song Cavalry would flee, which meant they were never able to wipe out this unit of Great Song Cavalry.

However, because they had so many Cavalry, this unit of Great Song Cavalry was also unable to defeat them.

Under the pressure of their Cavalry's advance, they could only fight while retreating.

But when he saw the Great Song Cavalry from the Northwest direction turning back, his heart instantly turned icy cold, and he immediately ordered his Cavalry to head toward the Southwest.

"Brother, I will definitely avenge you." Ashuer's eyes were wide with rage.

It was very clear that his elder brother had met with misfortune.

This was his shame, and also the shame of the entire Northern Di.

Thinking of this, he disregarded everything and headed toward the direction of Tibet.

However, as soon as they fled, the Great Song Cavalry that had been fighting them just moments ago immediately gave chase, continuously shooting and killing Northern Di Cavalry from behind.

Seeing this, Chen Hu and Zhong Fang immediately split their forces into two paths.

He first pulled out a unit of five hundred men to escort Mule Hongzhen to Yongcheng, then headed toward the Southwest to hunt down Ashuer.

Zhong Fang, meanwhile, headed toward the Northeast to hunt down Wulanba's unit.

Ashuer had fled, so Wulanba naturally would not linger either, leading his remaining Cavalry toward the North.

Over the next two days, Chen Hu pursued them all the way to the foot of the Tubo Gao Yuan.

Along the way, they wiped out another seventy thousand-plus straggling Northern Di Cavalry.

Knowing that they could not adapt to the extreme cold of the plateau, Chen Hu led his troops back.

Zhong Fang pursued all the way to the northern foothills of Yin Mountain, slaughtering over twenty thousand Northern Di Cavalry.

Further north, they were unfamiliar with the terrain, so for the sake of safety, he chose to turn back.

As for the Cavalry under Wulanba's command, only ten thousand or so remained, and they fled into the vast Grassland.